An extension of another place, sticking out into the open air. A room with a view, not necessarily a nice view but a view. A place where you can put a table and chairs and have dinner. A place to have friends over. A place, high enough, to jump to your death.
I stood on the balcony and saw the prince walking toward me. My hair flew in the wind and I wore a pretty dress like Taylor Swift in the music video. It was a sunny day, full of lovely thoughts, and moments etched in paintings.
i fell off the balcony the other day. it made my head hurt for most of the rest of the week. i hope that i don’t fall off next time i go up there or my mom will hit me in the head and that will double the pain that I felt from the fall and that will really piss me off. i will then have to run away and find rabbits that will feed me
Balcony is open. You Stand. You watch, hours pass it by. You walk you stand, never really notice its purpose. Balcony is where our love bloomed. You declared your love and also
I was out on the balcony when he came out. He startled me as he reached around me in embrace. He whispered in my ear. I will never be the same. What he told me changed my life forever.
i love balconies – they make the best vacations. i especially like them with lots of plants on them – tropical style plants. one time my friend and i stood on her dad’s balcony and threw fruit cocktail at passerbyers – mostly pears and cherries but some pineapple too. i like to lay out on balconies, drink on balconies, paint on balconies, make iced tea on baclonies, listen to a boom box on balconies, water plants on balconies, people watch on balconies, and most anything on balconies. but i don’t think i’ve ever written about balconies – check!
she would stand outside on the balcony on the third floor every night. she would make sure that no one could see her. she would only leave her apartment for food.
It wasn’t the sort of thing you’d expect. It lingered over the rocks like a wraith, never faltering, never looking completely sturdy. It’s shingled underbelly looked like something out of a world war 2 movie. It seemed armored, sturdy, but the twiggy pillars holding it above the craggy rocks below
and before he could speak, she threw herself off the balcony, for she could no longer stand living in a world where social standing determind who she was allowed to marry.
There is a balcony that she had jumped off the night before. No one could have expected what was going to happen. Her smile was sweet. Her facade gave the impression of bliss. Everyone assumed the balcony was a place of rest for her from the party…one she had wanted.
the balcony takes a maximum weight of 300 pounds, a terrible load bearing weight for any such structure. The good news is though, there’s no need for any weight bearing — this balcony is CLOSED FOR BUSINESS.
she stood there like she could just jump and no one would ever know or care or miss her. and i loved her for that. i couldn’t seem to make my way to her until another man slightly taller than i made his way over to her. he put an arm around her and squeezed her affectionately towards his chest. he head fell onto his chest and his head finished by laying it on top of her bowed head. when did this happen.
She dropped her scarf off of the balcony and a handsome gentlemen picked it up off the ground and looked up and was taken by her beauty…he yelled asking “is this your scarf” she replied “yes” would you like it to be ours?? he smiled and replied “can i come UP”?.
there was a balcony. i saw it. i saw it from the sky. i was flying. i was flying to my dearest rando. i had a fish eye at the time. i was seeing in bubbles. the balcony was round. unusual. i enjoyed the flight. it felt as though the balcony was miles long.there were people walking along the balocony.
i jump…..i fall i’m soaring through the air….romeo calls up to me and answer him with longing…..come save me save me save me!!! i love you please save me. he replys….let down your hair …..juliet i love you .
and i sit on my balcony with the smoke blowing in my face
but every time its someone else, sitting there with me.
and sometimes i like it. sometimes it is nice to be there, but for the most part i cannot stand that balcony, that fortress, that tomb.
FRom the balcony she said, “Is there any love or beauty in Grovers Corners?” I wondered as she left her perch that perhaps she had not found it within herself.
sitting on the balcony i was drinking a beer and watching all the hot women on the beach. I look over and saw a hump back whale beached on shore. I ran to its aid. Too heavy it was for me, but we got the chopper and put him back into the ocean.
She slipped outside the door to the balcony, laughing as she inhaled the cigarette, life was imploding around her. Yet somehow happiness seemed to drift just above her head. The irony of conservitive beliefs, the rush of bargins, and the relif of the demons inside her.
pouya’s house. everyone was there, and i had my guitar. i usually don’t hang out with this crowd – but a smaller one within it – but tonight, i was out and out going. i had my guitar, like usual when hanging out with my friends. thus was the signature for the characteristic photo taken that night which still defines that night to this day.
theatre seats in concord new hampshire. my parents watching me dance on the stage below. my best friend by my side. shit i fucked up. keep dancing. just keep dancing. when this is over i get chinese food and flowers. just keep dancing. just keep dancing.
on the balcony, romeo looked down at juliet.
‘i cannot bear this any longer!’
he cried.
and then, he jumped.
juliet’s world stopped – what could she have done? but there was no other possible solution.
Balcony steps that lead so high,
where will they end,
somewhere in the sky?
Balcony steps won’t help me climb,
I can’t decide
if I want to fly.
Balcony steps always let me down,
that’s why I never
let myself try.
a balcony is a porch or something of that sort. You can stand on it, jump off of it, lay down on it, push people off of it, fall off of it,and throw eggs off of it. Imagine the possibilities!!!!!!!!!!
alabaster’s brown box was the biggest and he knew it… whenever the neighbors came by, they’d point to it and begin to giggle. jealousy, thought alabaster as he took a sip of coffee…
i sat on my balcony all last night smoking cigarettes and reminiscing on times we spent together, i got up at sunrise and went to my room and got a pen and a pad and started to go head back to the balcony when i saw my cat laying o the ground meowing, i picked her up took her outside with me and put her on my lap, we sat there, i smoked, she purred, i thought of you on that balcony and how many nights we spent together just me and you. how it was beautiful.
verandah where u stand and watch the world and life pass you by and people happily leading their destiny by the hand of their desire. I wuld stand at the balconey and watch this invisible hand as it shapes and moulds and ultimately brands the individuals (so called ) who are walking around with happiness, love and contentment written on their sleeve,
Place to observe the world below you. Flying above. Wistful sighs. Blowing hair and slinky dresses. Nightgowns and post-love-making cigarettes. Dreaming. Star-gazing and moon-lusting. Thoughtfulness.
i have actually already written on this topic. but yes. this is just the thing. to write on somethign that one has already written on. is that creative or just obnoxious. I cannot say for sure myself but yes it would be nice to know if the balcony actually existed or not. and if the doors opening up onto it were nice enough to let me out but no they really aren’t…
I wish I had a balcony right now. I could go out, breathe the ridiculously fresh air. It would just be somewhere to go to get away. I just need a place to get away from everything at the moment.
on the balcony there lay a woman on a white chair. She had blond hair. The balcony was in Paris. It had French doors opening out onto a view of the parisian landscape. It was a beautiful balcony where many memories had been made. So amazing actually that this was no time to be wasting talking about the balcony itself
An extension of another place, sticking out into the open air. A room with a view, not necessarily a nice view but a view. A place where you can put a table and chairs and have dinner. A place to have friends over. A place, high enough, to jump to your death.
I stood on the balcony and saw the prince walking toward me. My hair flew in the wind and I wore a pretty dress like Taylor Swift in the music video. It was a sunny day, full of lovely thoughts, and moments etched in paintings.
i fell off the balcony the other day. it made my head hurt for most of the rest of the week. i hope that i don’t fall off next time i go up there or my mom will hit me in the head and that will double the pain that I felt from the fall and that will really piss me off. i will then have to run away and find rabbits that will feed me
Balcony is open. You Stand. You watch, hours pass it by. You walk you stand, never really notice its purpose. Balcony is where our love bloomed. You declared your love and also
your divorce.
I was out on the balcony when he came out. He startled me as he reached around me in embrace. He whispered in my ear. I will never be the same. What he told me changed my life forever.
Micheal Jackson hangs babies off balconies
Breezy
Night sky
Stars lit up like Paris
The balcony juts out
Into the darkness like a crooked tooth.
i love balconies – they make the best vacations. i especially like them with lots of plants on them – tropical style plants. one time my friend and i stood on her dad’s balcony and threw fruit cocktail at passerbyers – mostly pears and cherries but some pineapple too. i like to lay out on balconies, drink on balconies, paint on balconies, make iced tea on baclonies, listen to a boom box on balconies, water plants on balconies, people watch on balconies, and most anything on balconies. but i don’t think i’ve ever written about balconies – check!
she would stand outside on the balcony on the third floor every night. she would make sure that no one could see her. she would only leave her apartment for food.
As I stepped toward the end, nothing in my head. I leaped off, heart so empty. The wind blowing through my hair. The end coming near.
It wasn’t the sort of thing you’d expect. It lingered over the rocks like a wraith, never faltering, never looking completely sturdy. It’s shingled underbelly looked like something out of a world war 2 movie. It seemed armored, sturdy, but the twiggy pillars holding it above the craggy rocks below
and before he could speak, she threw herself off the balcony, for she could no longer stand living in a world where social standing determind who she was allowed to marry.
There is a balcony that she had jumped off the night before. No one could have expected what was going to happen. Her smile was sweet. Her facade gave the impression of bliss. Everyone assumed the balcony was a place of rest for her from the party…one she had wanted.
the balcony takes a maximum weight of 300 pounds, a terrible load bearing weight for any such structure. The good news is though, there’s no need for any weight bearing — this balcony is CLOSED FOR BUSINESS.
she stood there like she could just jump and no one would ever know or care or miss her. and i loved her for that. i couldn’t seem to make my way to her until another man slightly taller than i made his way over to her. he put an arm around her and squeezed her affectionately towards his chest. he head fell onto his chest and his head finished by laying it on top of her bowed head. when did this happen.
She dropped her scarf off of the balcony and a handsome gentlemen picked it up off the ground and looked up and was taken by her beauty…he yelled asking “is this your scarf” she replied “yes” would you like it to be ours?? he smiled and replied “can i come UP”?.
there was a balcony. i saw it. i saw it from the sky. i was flying. i was flying to my dearest rando. i had a fish eye at the time. i was seeing in bubbles. the balcony was round. unusual. i enjoyed the flight. it felt as though the balcony was miles long.there were people walking along the balocony.
i jump…..i fall i’m soaring through the air….romeo calls up to me and answer him with longing…..come save me save me save me!!! i love you please save me. he replys….let down your hair …..juliet i love you .
and i sit on my balcony with the smoke blowing in my face
but every time its someone else, sitting there with me.
and sometimes i like it. sometimes it is nice to be there, but for the most part i cannot stand that balcony, that fortress, that tomb.
a wooden structure you can lounge on. at a house or restaurant.
She stood on the balcony watching the people walking about below. Should she go down and join them?
FRom the balcony she said, “Is there any love or beauty in Grovers Corners?” I wondered as she left her perch that perhaps she had not found it within herself.
sitting on the balcony i was drinking a beer and watching all the hot women on the beach. I look over and saw a hump back whale beached on shore. I ran to its aid. Too heavy it was for me, but we got the chopper and put him back into the ocean.
She slipped outside the door to the balcony, laughing as she inhaled the cigarette, life was imploding around her. Yet somehow happiness seemed to drift just above her head. The irony of conservitive beliefs, the rush of bargins, and the relif of the demons inside her.
pouya’s house. everyone was there, and i had my guitar. i usually don’t hang out with this crowd – but a smaller one within it – but tonight, i was out and out going. i had my guitar, like usual when hanging out with my friends. thus was the signature for the characteristic photo taken that night which still defines that night to this day.
theatre seats in concord new hampshire. my parents watching me dance on the stage below. my best friend by my side. shit i fucked up. keep dancing. just keep dancing. when this is over i get chinese food and flowers. just keep dancing. just keep dancing.
I find you on the balcony open arms fun this with mangos i stole that panda swrew that that’s not fun in my eyes and arms died in tha haze…
on the balcony, romeo looked down at juliet.
‘i cannot bear this any longer!’
he cried.
and then, he jumped.
juliet’s world stopped – what could she have done? but there was no other possible solution.
Balcony steps that lead so high,
where will they end,
somewhere in the sky?
Balcony steps won’t help me climb,
I can’t decide
if I want to fly.
Balcony steps always let me down,
that’s why I never
let myself try.
She stood, hips akimbo upon the vintage French Quarter Balcony.
I gave a push.
Cranberry juice mingled with Mardi Gras beads and Mimosa vomit.
a balcony is a porch or something of that sort. You can stand on it, jump off of it, lay down on it, push people off of it, fall off of it,and throw eggs off of it. Imagine the possibilities!!!!!!!!!!
Did you say balcony. Or did you say balogna. I always get the two mixed up. Just don’t ask me to eat a balcony sandwich.
Looking out over the river, the moon reflects off of the water, showing glimpses of silver light, reflecting in your eyes.
alabaster’s brown box was the biggest and he knew it… whenever the neighbors came by, they’d point to it and begin to giggle. jealousy, thought alabaster as he took a sip of coffee…
i sat on my balcony all last night smoking cigarettes and reminiscing on times we spent together, i got up at sunrise and went to my room and got a pen and a pad and started to go head back to the balcony when i saw my cat laying o the ground meowing, i picked her up took her outside with me and put her on my lap, we sat there, i smoked, she purred, i thought of you on that balcony and how many nights we spent together just me and you. how it was beautiful.
verandah where u stand and watch the world and life pass you by and people happily leading their destiny by the hand of their desire. I wuld stand at the balconey and watch this invisible hand as it shapes and moulds and ultimately brands the individuals (so called ) who are walking around with happiness, love and contentment written on their sleeve,
Place to observe the world below you. Flying above. Wistful sighs. Blowing hair and slinky dresses. Nightgowns and post-love-making cigarettes. Dreaming. Star-gazing and moon-lusting. Thoughtfulness.
i have actually already written on this topic. but yes. this is just the thing. to write on somethign that one has already written on. is that creative or just obnoxious. I cannot say for sure myself but yes it would be nice to know if the balcony actually existed or not. and if the doors opening up onto it were nice enough to let me out but no they really aren’t…
I wish I had a balcony right now. I could go out, breathe the ridiculously fresh air. It would just be somewhere to go to get away. I just need a place to get away from everything at the moment.
on the balcony there lay a woman on a white chair. She had blond hair. The balcony was in Paris. It had French doors opening out onto a view of the parisian landscape. It was a beautiful balcony where many memories had been made. So amazing actually that this was no time to be wasting talking about the balcony itself