the thing outside my door. stands between the inside and outside. i could jump off it. i can see the stars from it. i can see the cars pass by. i can smoke on it and read when i am upset. i can cry out there.
we stood. she breath, i didn’t. the pinky finger of her right hand was resting in the plam of my left. after the rain had stopped, the air was light and cool and our breath made little clouds before our eyes.
romantic place by the sea. where love can take place and blossom. margaritas and wine. lover beside you to hold you while you watch from the balcony the extraodinary scene. the breeze goes through the balcony through your legs and arms. happiness and comfortable silence exist at such heights. lovely place. lovely sight. beautiful.
I stand outside on the balcony hearing the seagulls and the waves crash beneath their feet. I wish it were us, and i wish i were there to feel the ocean spray salt and humidity in my face as we feel our skin soaking in the rays
The light extinguished as Romeo approached through the woods. There above in the beloved balcony was his one beloved. The dark night adorned her as beautiful as the day. “Juliet” he whispered.
i sat on the balcony, in my chair, watching the sunset cascade around the buildings. Shimmering light reflecting off the glass, fire lighting up the sky as the sun slowly descends, waving a farewell to end the day.
balconie are located on apartments and other buildings with multiple stories. People jump off of balconies to commit suicide because of the adrenaline and the quickness of the ‘procedure.’ balcony starts with the letter B. It has seven letters.
i sit on my balcony that is in my house with a cat and then a dog is barking ebcause it took a shit and then an icecream man pulls over and gives eme a sandwich and i love randomly wriitngh blablablalbalblablalblablalbla my time is running out wwoooho i am supposed to write about a bocony bout it sounds more like baloneyyyyy shit time is running oput i am sorry if i cant say inapropirate words the hellll with it i am done motherfuckerssssssssssssssssss
I have always wanted to have a balcony. to sit at the top with my long sexy tresses of amazing red auburn hair… to have my true love come riding up on a gorgeous black stallion and climb up, not using my tresses, ouch! and rescue me. Svae me from this world of confusion, evil and SATAN, really. I guess that hero is God, and I need to grow my hair longer so that He will see me
As I stood on the balcony you told me your misdeeds. It was like I was punched in the stomach. How could you? And now? Now you expect this? I don’t know how much more I can give. How much more can you expect of me? I try so damn hard. Will it ever be enough?
He stood against the wrought iron watching the ocean rage against the sandy coast. Jellyfish punctuated the inky blackness as even the ghost crabs had taken cover.
the balcony was above the ocean there was a light john could see. It was the middle of the night and the light caught his eye. He thought it was a ship till it cam closer. Then he realized it was a UFO… What could this mean he thought….
once i went on a balcony and had sex. it was delicious and orgasmic. i like balconys with flowers. they are pretty. flowers are the funnest things to watch grow becuase they get a little bigger every day. i want to have a really cool balcony in my house when im older to drink and smoke weed and ciggys. it will be hot!!! love meggie
after they made love, she stood on the balcony in a flimsy robe, knotted loosely at the waist. she leaned against the railing, squinting at the city lights twinkling at her. she took a long drag off her cigarette, stubbed it out, then returned inside. it was cuddle time.
Vita wants to take a few days at the end of the school year, get drunk and write a play. And it will entail a portion of Shakespeare’s balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Except it’ll be Vita reciting it to P.J. Imagine that: two men reciting beautiful love poems to one another, one at least 100 feet above the other in the air, in the middle of the religious battle-ground that is Scranton. The Bishop will have a field day.
I went to the edge of the balcony and leaned over, the street below is barely visible from the 33 floor. I think about leaving, the world i mean, tipping myself over the edge so easily.
I love balconies.. standing on one in paris, looking out on the eiffel tower. very surreal moment, with people stopping to glance up at me as i gazed in awe at the gorgeous scenery. It was my first time out of the country, really, so I was astonished at the variety of OTHER people who lived there.
My friends think it is strange that I refuse to live in an apartment unless it has a balcony. Something to do with being able to go outside at any point; I gotta have that connection with nature.
The balcony was calling me. I was able to see you off in the distance, standing there. Your silhouette beckoning me. Asking me for my heart. But you were out of my reach. And you left with the dawn.
this one time, i remember i was standing outside on a balcony, drinking a keg. I was waiting for a girl to arrive at the party, she was from germany. I fell for this girl very badly, and i got lost in her eyes, the whole story. She showed up, and everything was pretty awesome. Big brown eyes, and an accent that could make you smile all day.
I stood at the edge of the balcony pretending to be Juliet. In reality, I was alone at the hotel preparing to give a lecture the next day. The San Diego Bay glistened before me and I wondered how I ever ended up in Texas.
so high above the world. Not one person can reach up to its dizzying heights. When I stand there, I am free from all categorization and as I look down, I can put each person in their own little box. how stupid they look.
Balcony rises from the dark heart of my old house. I look at it with a harsh yell of protest and a cry. It churns memories that summon up a jet of blood through years like heirlooms and ghosts that turn to dust
She was standing on the balcony with the moonlight cascading onto her face. She looked so beautiful and I could not help but wish that I was with her on this starry night. Just about that time I stumbled on a rock in her garden, and disrupted her soliloquy. She glared at me and called the cops.
I sat there, on that balcony. Wondering if flight was really possible. Could I get her out of my mind by the time my arms got tired and I needed to land.
balcony when i think of the world balcony i think of summer breezes white sand and white wicker… standing around in a light dress and drinking something cool with ice. i think of damsels in distress and heros and dragons. pointy hats and witches, fairies and fairy godmothers.
It was from here that I saw the first opportunity to make some new friends. Strange people I’d never seen the likes of before and I was taken completely by them.
I don’t know why I decided to do it. The balcony was there. The fall was inevitable. So, I jumped. The air whipped my body in all directions. My arms flew around me aimlessly.
The balcony scene is a challenge. Little understood by the audience, even less so by the actors. Love is not something for desperate summer nights. It is a plant you water and feed and nurture quietly until it is large enough to kill you. It isn’t a sigh into the night and a song to win you over.
it’s cold outside and she inhaled deeply before looking back through the sliding glass doors. she considered jumping but it didn’t make much sense. she though about flying but it didn’t seem like it would help.
white marble ears afloat with seagulls that look like testicals flying and diving into pools of corpses folded in amonst each other babies heads mostly blackened by the fire that ate through the trees and skin
a dove hark yonder peace the balcony was way up high and you could not reach
marble it was
ca dream
She stood upon the balustraded balcony, inexplicably inviting him to join her within. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of such a union, but his heart pounded at the thought of the two of them sipping tea and whispering sweetly with the bitter leaves on their breath to one another in the hot afternoon sun.
I’m standing on a balcony, looking out at the view of the beautiful ocean. This scene is so surreal, amazing, and calming, so very different from my everyday life. On this balcony, I can escape from the real world into a dream land.
Balcony is very breezy in the sunny, cool spring weather. The balcony looks out onto the ocean and is neatly placed on the center of the back of the great house where many a secrets have been shared.
the thing outside my door. stands between the inside and outside. i could jump off it. i can see the stars from it. i can see the cars pass by. i can smoke on it and read when i am upset. i can cry out there.
we stood. she breath, i didn’t. the pinky finger of her right hand was resting in the plam of my left. after the rain had stopped, the air was light and cool and our breath made little clouds before our eyes.
romantic place by the sea. where love can take place and blossom. margaritas and wine. lover beside you to hold you while you watch from the balcony the extraodinary scene. the breeze goes through the balcony through your legs and arms. happiness and comfortable silence exist at such heights. lovely place. lovely sight. beautiful.
I stand outside on the balcony hearing the seagulls and the waves crash beneath their feet. I wish it were us, and i wish i were there to feel the ocean spray salt and humidity in my face as we feel our skin soaking in the rays
The light extinguished as Romeo approached through the woods. There above in the beloved balcony was his one beloved. The dark night adorned her as beautiful as the day. “Juliet” he whispered.
i sat on the balcony, in my chair, watching the sunset cascade around the buildings. Shimmering light reflecting off the glass, fire lighting up the sky as the sun slowly descends, waving a farewell to end the day.
balconie are located on apartments and other buildings with multiple stories. People jump off of balconies to commit suicide because of the adrenaline and the quickness of the ‘procedure.’ balcony starts with the letter B. It has seven letters.
i sit on my balcony that is in my house with a cat and then a dog is barking ebcause it took a shit and then an icecream man pulls over and gives eme a sandwich and i love randomly wriitngh blablablalbalblablalblablalbla my time is running out wwoooho i am supposed to write about a bocony bout it sounds more like baloneyyyyy shit time is running oput i am sorry if i cant say inapropirate words the hellll with it i am done motherfuckerssssssssssssssssss
my parents balcony lie at the top of stairs connected by wooden planks of joy. Lifting high into the sky. pillars.
I have always wanted to have a balcony. to sit at the top with my long sexy tresses of amazing red auburn hair… to have my true love come riding up on a gorgeous black stallion and climb up, not using my tresses, ouch! and rescue me. Svae me from this world of confusion, evil and SATAN, really. I guess that hero is God, and I need to grow my hair longer so that He will see me
As I stood on the balcony you told me your misdeeds. It was like I was punched in the stomach. How could you? And now? Now you expect this? I don’t know how much more I can give. How much more can you expect of me? I try so damn hard. Will it ever be enough?
He stood against the wrought iron watching the ocean rage against the sandy coast. Jellyfish punctuated the inky blackness as even the ghost crabs had taken cover.
It’s a romantic word to me. I think of Romeo and Juliet. Even Aladdin and Jasmine. But then again, perhaps it’s a good site for a suicide.
the balcony was above the ocean there was a light john could see. It was the middle of the night and the light caught his eye. He thought it was a ship till it cam closer. Then he realized it was a UFO… What could this mean he thought….
once i went on a balcony and had sex. it was delicious and orgasmic. i like balconys with flowers. they are pretty. flowers are the funnest things to watch grow becuase they get a little bigger every day. i want to have a really cool balcony in my house when im older to drink and smoke weed and ciggys. it will be hot!!! love meggie
after they made love, she stood on the balcony in a flimsy robe, knotted loosely at the waist. she leaned against the railing, squinting at the city lights twinkling at her. she took a long drag off her cigarette, stubbed it out, then returned inside. it was cuddle time.
Vita wants to take a few days at the end of the school year, get drunk and write a play. And it will entail a portion of Shakespeare’s balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet. Except it’ll be Vita reciting it to P.J. Imagine that: two men reciting beautiful love poems to one another, one at least 100 feet above the other in the air, in the middle of the religious battle-ground that is Scranton. The Bishop will have a field day.
I went to the edge of the balcony and leaned over, the street below is barely visible from the 33 floor. I think about leaving, the world i mean, tipping myself over the edge so easily.
I love balconies.. standing on one in paris, looking out on the eiffel tower. very surreal moment, with people stopping to glance up at me as i gazed in awe at the gorgeous scenery. It was my first time out of the country, really, so I was astonished at the variety of OTHER people who lived there.
I gaze over my balcony at the pristine blue water and white sand. I lean there and rest in the beauty before me. The wind blows a gentle breeze.
My friends think it is strange that I refuse to live in an apartment unless it has a balcony. Something to do with being able to go outside at any point; I gotta have that connection with nature.
The balcony was calling me. I was able to see you off in the distance, standing there. Your silhouette beckoning me. Asking me for my heart. But you were out of my reach. And you left with the dawn.
this one time, i remember i was standing outside on a balcony, drinking a keg. I was waiting for a girl to arrive at the party, she was from germany. I fell for this girl very badly, and i got lost in her eyes, the whole story. She showed up, and everything was pretty awesome. Big brown eyes, and an accent that could make you smile all day.
On the balcony she stares off into the distance, mindlessly combing her flowing blonde locks. Will things ever change? Could she escape this life?
On the balcony stood a clown and in his mouth was a big bag of bubble gum. All of a sudden he found himself with the urge to blow a bubble.
I stood at the edge of the balcony pretending to be Juliet. In reality, I was alone at the hotel preparing to give a lecture the next day. The San Diego Bay glistened before me and I wondered how I ever ended up in Texas.
so high above the world. Not one person can reach up to its dizzying heights. When I stand there, I am free from all categorization and as I look down, I can put each person in their own little box. how stupid they look.
Balcony rises from the dark heart of my old house. I look at it with a harsh yell of protest and a cry. It churns memories that summon up a jet of blood through years like heirlooms and ghosts that turn to dust
She was standing on the balcony with the moonlight cascading onto her face. She looked so beautiful and I could not help but wish that I was with her on this starry night. Just about that time I stumbled on a rock in her garden, and disrupted her soliloquy. She glared at me and called the cops.
I sat there, on that balcony. Wondering if flight was really possible. Could I get her out of my mind by the time my arms got tired and I needed to land.
balcony when i think of the world balcony i think of summer breezes white sand and white wicker… standing around in a light dress and drinking something cool with ice. i think of damsels in distress and heros and dragons. pointy hats and witches, fairies and fairy godmothers.
It was from here that I saw the first opportunity to make some new friends. Strange people I’d never seen the likes of before and I was taken completely by them.
I don’t know why I decided to do it. The balcony was there. The fall was inevitable. So, I jumped. The air whipped my body in all directions. My arms flew around me aimlessly.
The balcony scene is a challenge. Little understood by the audience, even less so by the actors. Love is not something for desperate summer nights. It is a plant you water and feed and nurture quietly until it is large enough to kill you. It isn’t a sigh into the night and a song to win you over.
I sat across the long, cushion protected chair. I was up high, birds were finally at my level. I was sitting on a balcony.
it’s cold outside and she inhaled deeply before looking back through the sliding glass doors. she considered jumping but it didn’t make much sense. she though about flying but it didn’t seem like it would help.
white marble ears afloat with seagulls that look like testicals flying and diving into pools of corpses folded in amonst each other babies heads mostly blackened by the fire that ate through the trees and skin
a dove hark yonder peace the balcony was way up high and you could not reach
marble it was
ca dream
She stood upon the balustraded balcony, inexplicably inviting him to join her within. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea of such a union, but his heart pounded at the thought of the two of them sipping tea and whispering sweetly with the bitter leaves on their breath to one another in the hot afternoon sun.
I’m standing on a balcony, looking out at the view of the beautiful ocean. This scene is so surreal, amazing, and calming, so very different from my everyday life. On this balcony, I can escape from the real world into a dream land.
Balcony is very breezy in the sunny, cool spring weather. The balcony looks out onto the ocean and is neatly placed on the center of the back of the great house where many a secrets have been shared.