There was something in the way the wind whipped through the canyon. Here, standing over the valleys, the towering echo rang of a simpler time, just gaze upon bordering lands under a patchwork of clouds and ask yourself if life is ever really simple?
Still, are you ready to hear the answer? Because it giggles like a babbling brook sometimes. And sighs like a breezy lullaby. And maybe when the moon is full, it howls like a wolf commanding the skies. The way I hear it, this thing is wild. A sensuous kind of experience.
But this message. You only get it from her lungs. Like popping a top, it’s a whoosh of air.
She was crusty and dishevelled. A mess. Her hair was thick with the dust of yesterday’s journey across the plains. She crawled out of her tent yawning and squinting. When she finally turned to the sound of Ben’s chirpy “Good morning Sunshine”, she was met with the orange glow of dawn and the magnificent sight of the Simba Kopjes towering above her.
“Have you seen Elsa?” she asked as she scoured the outline of each boulder.
I always knew I was short. It was part of who I was to “walk tall” and “talk tall” like my mother taught me. It’s something I’ve had to do in order to compensate for my so-called “vertical challenge.” No one usually notices my short stature as a result.
But he took all that from me. Even from the beginning. In height, in vocal ability, in presence… around him, I became as minuscule as the bones that created my actual structure.
He was taller than my mom, nearly two feet taller than her. She looks like a child, standing next to him in the Christmas photos. No wonder he was able to pick her up and throw her against the wall. No wonder she had no chance against him when his fists began striking her face, her body. No wonder she didn’t know what to do when she realized she had no escape.
it was as if the city made no difference
To intimidation
Maybe I was small
But I’m growing up now
people are not as grand as you want them to be
I think the only thing that imposes itself
In a incorrect fashion
Is my imagination
I am towering over you. I am towering over the fears and the doubts and the assumptions people make about me. I am a giant towering over you forever. Stepping all over you. Crushing you. Stomping hard on you. Ha!
Crouching down, words hovering above me. Lectures about everything I’m doing and not doing and what you want me to do and what you want me not to do. Lectures from you and everyone else, towering over me every second to make sure it’s only ever what you need. If I were to leave and stand in the field, everything at my level, I wouldn’t know what the hell to do.
Being brave is a decision most people are forced to make at one point in their life. It’s in the moment that you are deciding that you’ll do it, you’ll be brave, that you see all of your insecurities and fears. They are towering over you like the sky scrapers in big cities, telling you to back down. They seem so large and intimidating, but that’s what being brave is about. Being brave is towering over these once seemingly large fears and conquering them.
It towered over me, with its threatening glare and killer breath. Its claws dug into my skin to the point of blood. Fur covered its body and I tried to breath. My cat had won again, sitting atop my chest like a ruler of a kingdom.
Over the hill and far away
lays the sight beyond what
can usually be seen
enourmous enough and so
imposing a structure that a mind
can not wrap itself around
such dizzy heights
And the shadow of his silhouette towers over me, and I feel myself trembling in fear. There is no escape. There is no way out. And I brace myself for what is to come.
A shock of blonde hair towering over the crowd acted as my beacon, my safe haven, and I raced towards it with elbows and fists flying. “Milah!” I cried fruitlessly, my words drowned out by the noise. Still, I kept on, my throat aching from the effort.
He was a towering man. His gaze stared straight into my soul. He knew who I was and why I was there. I willingly walked forward. I would endure any amount of pain to keep my brother safe. It didn’t matter what it took. He was so young. He didn’t deserve this. I held my head high and walked forward. His gaze ran hungrily over my body. I shivered and stood strong.
Noah towered over me. He was so tall. I think he’s told me before that he’s 6’3″ or somewhere around there. I am 5’1″. I looked up at his pale face.
“Hi,”
“Hey, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Eren looked as if he was taller than a horse on two legs, he towered over me easily, but i still gathered up my bravery and lazily stood up. I stumbled up to him and looked him straight into the eye and screamed “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Soon finding myself grabbing his collar and shaking himself up a bit. He stared me right in the eye and whispered quietly “get out.”
I fell down and the man who chased me was towering over me like a big oaf. He picked me up by the arm, looked my in the eyes and said, “You pooped in my shoe so now I am going to poop in yours.”
He took my show off of my left foot, pulled down his pants, and pooped in my shoe.
I didn’t mean to poop in his shoe. I had no where else to go.
The world was towering above me. It felt as if i was flying through the great world. I looked behind me to find the beautiful face of my partner staring at me with his delightful eyes.
“T-this is beautiful,” I managed to spit out. He nodded back. I leaned in towards him a little more closing the space in between us and he quietly whispered “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I felt like crying at that very moment as I regretted the words I said back almost immediately because not only I but he too knew it was untrue.
The man had shoulders like the Berlin Wall–even marked with cheap-looking tattoes. Perhaps a home job. Brian had always thought himself tall, but this man was a giant. “Brute,” Brian thought automatically. A shiver ran down his spine as he walked past, but the tall, pug-faced man didn’t so much as look his way.
i ran along side the mountain
brimming with beauty
towering over the valley below
my eyes followed the moon
yet in place, in front of me
laid ahead the treacherous route
that my soul had wanted to take
not fearing that it could bring turmoil
on the heart and mind.
yet if i was to just ascend down
and be on my merry way
my soul would not be at peace.
for the only comfort is going outside your comfort zone
yet many paths you may take
ultimately lead to your path
and whether you choose to take it
be it mountain view or valley below.
you’re perspective is what matters
towering over the ego and emotions
letting the soul breathe from the redundant
turbulence of everyday woes
Towering. It towered over me like a child who just dropped their ice cream. The sweetest thing having gone to waste as a result of glancing away for a mere second. It wasn’t enough that it was on the ground, in its full scoop form, but that it hadn’t even been tasted yet.
The trees were quiet. Solemn. Leaves rustled and shifted up there, far away. Here, down where the trunks were as wide as houses, the shade cast was an ever-present twilight. Here, things did not grow. They did not breathe. The forest, it seemed, was scared to live, here in the shadow of its vigilant watchers.
It was obvious that in his presence, she was literally level to the floor. She might have had a good five feet and ten inches on her, but him – he was literally taller that the Empire State Building.
For a media project in school, I had to pick a movie and write a report about it. Seems easy, right? Wrong. Not only did I have to pick from a list of films that my teacher had chosen, but they all were from the 70s. Oh joy.
In any event, I chose “The Towering Inferno”, a movie released in 1974 that starred Paul Newman and Steve McQueen. The title sounded cool. And I was hoping for an epic movie filled with horror and blood and gore and all that—once again, wrong. It was boring, to me at least. Quinn didn’t think so, but then again she loves any movie with Paul Newman in it.
he cowered in fear as she stood, towering over him. He had to face her though, she was the last obstacle in his path. He took a step foward. she mocked him with a smile. as he gathered his courage she asked “
People always thought that they were an odd pair. One petite and dark, the other towering and light. One was a dancer, and moved with passion and grade, the other a runner, who moved with force and strength. Aleisha was always told how young she looked compared to Sarah, and always replied saying: “I know. She towers over me but its easier that way.”
The oak tree stood, towering over the village as it had for centuries. The shelter it offered from a particularly bad rainstorm one day had been the reason that one family had decided to settle there, thus establishing the village in the first place.
Its dominance over their homes and lives had been earned.
The first thing that Hoseok thinks when he see Taehyung is: tall. Taehyung is very tall–towering over Hoseok, even–even though he’s a few years younger. A frown on his face, although it holds no real malice, Hoseok pouts and attempts to make himself look bigger than he actually is. In response, Taehyung smirks, puffs out his chest, and playfully stands up taller; just to piss his hyung off a bit more.
Towering, it was such an odd word, because a person couldn’t be a tower, yet towering was the perfect word for Declan, who stood at 6’4”. He dwarfed others and he always was good natured about it. Yes, Declan was towering.
The towering tree towered above her as she stood on the ladder’s highest rung. She shook branches causing fruit to cascade unto the lawn.
“Hope he likes apple sauce,” she said to herself. “OK, a few apple pies for the freezer.”
Compared to Simon, Olivia was a towering behemoth of curls, muscle, and freckles. And it certainly helped on the football field. Simon was a speedy quarterback, but Olivia could take down enemy players two at a time without even flinching. She essentially was the symbol of the team’s defense, and despite any father’s loud, anti-female complaints, the coach loved having Olivia play.
Sherlock was a tall man. He towered over me, like St. Bart’s. the building that he jumped off of. I hated that memory. He revealed himself to me two years later, letting me grieve.
Towering, just looming overhead. Creating a feeling of being small and weak. Powerful images of leaders cloud over the small person, small from there own emotions.
And that is when I saw it. The dark shadow towering over my bed. I rolled onto my side figuring I was just tired but I just couldn’t let got of that feeling.
I felt the intense panic shooting itself through my veins as I attempted to run. My best effort was pointless. No one can run from themselves. Faced with my own fears, as they were towering over me, my whole world shook.
The towring bald eagle flew above in the darkling sky. The sun was on its recession towards the depths of the universe, and it took with it all colors but a pale, apocalyptic yellow, which spread across the sky in a smooth layer.
“Stop looking at me.” I defended myself.
“Or what?” Jeffery Thomas, the school bully spat back as he towered over me.
“I’m going to tell the principal on you.”
“Yeah, like that’s gonna make a difference.”
I hated this guy. he trips me day after day and I’m sick of it.
It’s been around one and a half years since i’m here, and i do miss it.
So many things had happened throughout this period, and now that i’ve taken a step back, i see things more clearly now.
Or maybe not.
Towering. The first thing i think of is KL’s twin tower. Second i think of is me towering over the shadow of my past.
I’ve conquered it.
(or maybe not.
not yet.)
It’s been around one and a half years since i was here, and i do miss it.
So many things had happened throughout this period, and now that i’ve taken a step back, i see things more clearly now.
Or maybe not.
Towering. The first thing i think of is KL’s twin tower. Second i think of is me towering over the shadow of my past.
I’ve conquered it.
(or maybe not.
not yet.)
There was something in the way the wind whipped through the canyon. Here, standing over the valleys, the towering echo rang of a simpler time, just gaze upon bordering lands under a patchwork of clouds and ask yourself if life is ever really simple?
Still, are you ready to hear the answer? Because it giggles like a babbling brook sometimes. And sighs like a breezy lullaby. And maybe when the moon is full, it howls like a wolf commanding the skies. The way I hear it, this thing is wild. A sensuous kind of experience.
But this message. You only get it from her lungs. Like popping a top, it’s a whoosh of air.
She was crusty and dishevelled. A mess. Her hair was thick with the dust of yesterday’s journey across the plains. She crawled out of her tent yawning and squinting. When she finally turned to the sound of Ben’s chirpy “Good morning Sunshine”, she was met with the orange glow of dawn and the magnificent sight of the Simba Kopjes towering above her.
“Have you seen Elsa?” she asked as she scoured the outline of each boulder.
“No, she’s still hiding.”
I always knew I was short. It was part of who I was to “walk tall” and “talk tall” like my mother taught me. It’s something I’ve had to do in order to compensate for my so-called “vertical challenge.” No one usually notices my short stature as a result.
But he took all that from me. Even from the beginning. In height, in vocal ability, in presence… around him, I became as minuscule as the bones that created my actual structure.
He was taller than my mom, nearly two feet taller than her. She looks like a child, standing next to him in the Christmas photos. No wonder he was able to pick her up and throw her against the wall. No wonder she had no chance against him when his fists began striking her face, her body. No wonder she didn’t know what to do when she realized she had no escape.
it was as if the city made no difference
To intimidation
Maybe I was small
But I’m growing up now
people are not as grand as you want them to be
I think the only thing that imposes itself
In a incorrect fashion
Is my imagination
I am towering over you. I am towering over the fears and the doubts and the assumptions people make about me. I am a giant towering over you forever. Stepping all over you. Crushing you. Stomping hard on you. Ha!
Crouching down, words hovering above me. Lectures about everything I’m doing and not doing and what you want me to do and what you want me not to do. Lectures from you and everyone else, towering over me every second to make sure it’s only ever what you need. If I were to leave and stand in the field, everything at my level, I wouldn’t know what the hell to do.
I don’t know what the hell to do.
Is that why I go back to you?
Being brave is a decision most people are forced to make at one point in their life. It’s in the moment that you are deciding that you’ll do it, you’ll be brave, that you see all of your insecurities and fears. They are towering over you like the sky scrapers in big cities, telling you to back down. They seem so large and intimidating, but that’s what being brave is about. Being brave is towering over these once seemingly large fears and conquering them.
It towered over me, with its threatening glare and killer breath. Its claws dug into my skin to the point of blood. Fur covered its body and I tried to breath. My cat had won again, sitting atop my chest like a ruler of a kingdom.
Over the hill and far away
lays the sight beyond what
can usually be seen
enourmous enough and so
imposing a structure that a mind
can not wrap itself around
such dizzy heights
And the shadow of his silhouette towers over me, and I feel myself trembling in fear. There is no escape. There is no way out. And I brace myself for what is to come.
A shock of blonde hair towering over the crowd acted as my beacon, my safe haven, and I raced towards it with elbows and fists flying. “Milah!” I cried fruitlessly, my words drowned out by the noise. Still, I kept on, my throat aching from the effort.
He was a towering man. His gaze stared straight into my soul. He knew who I was and why I was there. I willingly walked forward. I would endure any amount of pain to keep my brother safe. It didn’t matter what it took. He was so young. He didn’t deserve this. I held my head high and walked forward. His gaze ran hungrily over my body. I shivered and stood strong.
Noah towered over me. He was so tall. I think he’s told me before that he’s 6’3″ or somewhere around there. I am 5’1″. I looked up at his pale face.
“Hi,”
“Hey, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Eren looked as if he was taller than a horse on two legs, he towered over me easily, but i still gathered up my bravery and lazily stood up. I stumbled up to him and looked him straight into the eye and screamed “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?” Soon finding myself grabbing his collar and shaking himself up a bit. He stared me right in the eye and whispered quietly “get out.”
I fell down and the man who chased me was towering over me like a big oaf. He picked me up by the arm, looked my in the eyes and said, “You pooped in my shoe so now I am going to poop in yours.”
He took my show off of my left foot, pulled down his pants, and pooped in my shoe.
I didn’t mean to poop in his shoe. I had no where else to go.
The world was towering above me. It felt as if i was flying through the great world. I looked behind me to find the beautiful face of my partner staring at me with his delightful eyes.
“T-this is beautiful,” I managed to spit out. He nodded back. I leaned in towards him a little more closing the space in between us and he quietly whispered “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I felt like crying at that very moment as I regretted the words I said back almost immediately because not only I but he too knew it was untrue.
The man had shoulders like the Berlin Wall–even marked with cheap-looking tattoes. Perhaps a home job. Brian had always thought himself tall, but this man was a giant. “Brute,” Brian thought automatically. A shiver ran down his spine as he walked past, but the tall, pug-faced man didn’t so much as look his way.
i ran along side the mountain
brimming with beauty
towering over the valley below
my eyes followed the moon
yet in place, in front of me
laid ahead the treacherous route
that my soul had wanted to take
not fearing that it could bring turmoil
on the heart and mind.
yet if i was to just ascend down
and be on my merry way
my soul would not be at peace.
for the only comfort is going outside your comfort zone
yet many paths you may take
ultimately lead to your path
and whether you choose to take it
be it mountain view or valley below.
you’re perspective is what matters
towering over the ego and emotions
letting the soul breathe from the redundant
turbulence of everyday woes
Towering. It towered over me like a child who just dropped their ice cream. The sweetest thing having gone to waste as a result of glancing away for a mere second. It wasn’t enough that it was on the ground, in its full scoop form, but that it hadn’t even been tasted yet.
The trees were quiet. Solemn. Leaves rustled and shifted up there, far away. Here, down where the trunks were as wide as houses, the shade cast was an ever-present twilight. Here, things did not grow. They did not breathe. The forest, it seemed, was scared to live, here in the shadow of its vigilant watchers.
years spanned between the two girls
age depicted in feet
making her look up
when she was so used to
being looked up to
It was obvious that in his presence, she was literally level to the floor. She might have had a good five feet and ten inches on her, but him – he was literally taller that the Empire State Building.
For a media project in school, I had to pick a movie and write a report about it. Seems easy, right? Wrong. Not only did I have to pick from a list of films that my teacher had chosen, but they all were from the 70s. Oh joy.
In any event, I chose “The Towering Inferno”, a movie released in 1974 that starred Paul Newman and Steve McQueen. The title sounded cool. And I was hoping for an epic movie filled with horror and blood and gore and all that—once again, wrong. It was boring, to me at least. Quinn didn’t think so, but then again she loves any movie with Paul Newman in it.
I hate school. Like really, really hate it. Ugh.
he cowered in fear as she stood, towering over him. He had to face her though, she was the last obstacle in his path. He took a step foward. she mocked him with a smile. as he gathered his courage she asked “
People always thought that they were an odd pair. One petite and dark, the other towering and light. One was a dancer, and moved with passion and grade, the other a runner, who moved with force and strength. Aleisha was always told how young she looked compared to Sarah, and always replied saying: “I know. She towers over me but its easier that way.”
The oak tree stood, towering over the village as it had for centuries. The shelter it offered from a particularly bad rainstorm one day had been the reason that one family had decided to settle there, thus establishing the village in the first place.
Its dominance over their homes and lives had been earned.
The first thing that Hoseok thinks when he see Taehyung is: tall. Taehyung is very tall–towering over Hoseok, even–even though he’s a few years younger. A frown on his face, although it holds no real malice, Hoseok pouts and attempts to make himself look bigger than he actually is. In response, Taehyung smirks, puffs out his chest, and playfully stands up taller; just to piss his hyung off a bit more.
Towering, it was such an odd word, because a person couldn’t be a tower, yet towering was the perfect word for Declan, who stood at 6’4”. He dwarfed others and he always was good natured about it. Yes, Declan was towering.
The towering tree towered above her as she stood on the ladder’s highest rung. She shook branches causing fruit to cascade unto the lawn.
“Hope he likes apple sauce,” she said to herself. “OK, a few apple pies for the freezer.”
Compared to Simon, Olivia was a towering behemoth of curls, muscle, and freckles. And it certainly helped on the football field. Simon was a speedy quarterback, but Olivia could take down enemy players two at a time without even flinching. She essentially was the symbol of the team’s defense, and despite any father’s loud, anti-female complaints, the coach loved having Olivia play.
Towering over the land.
The shadow of my hand.
As I’m reaching for the door.
Said I’m now off to explore.
Sherlock was a tall man. He towered over me, like St. Bart’s. the building that he jumped off of. I hated that memory. He revealed himself to me two years later, letting me grieve.
Towering, just looming overhead. Creating a feeling of being small and weak. Powerful images of leaders cloud over the small person, small from there own emotions.
And that is when I saw it. The dark shadow towering over my bed. I rolled onto my side figuring I was just tired but I just couldn’t let got of that feeling.
I felt the intense panic shooting itself through my veins as I attempted to run. My best effort was pointless. No one can run from themselves. Faced with my own fears, as they were towering over me, my whole world shook.
The towring bald eagle flew above in the darkling sky. The sun was on its recession towards the depths of the universe, and it took with it all colors but a pale, apocalyptic yellow, which spread across the sky in a smooth layer.