Antoine walked among the charred ruins of the buildings, gathering up stones and wires to perhaps cobble together a dwelling. Other tattered humans scavenged through the ruins. They all wondered the same things: if the snow would ever stop, where their next meal would come from, and who is currently the front-runner on Top Chef.
Building are tall. They rise above me and cast shadows over me. They are daunting. intimidating. The people inside them have the power to effect my life without even realizing it. The building are representative of their power.
Buildings. What can one write about buildings? I prefer them old, interesting, with lots of windows. Abandoned buildings can be fascinating to visit, I suppose? If one can manage to sneak in. I live in a dorm building now, and it’s not the most interesting of places. Apartment buildings are marginally better. I would like a house, eventually.
Buildings buildings everywhere, i look in their windows to look at my hair. From high up above they tower overhead, and make me feel like a small piece of lead!
Buildings surround me, day and night. I wake up, I see buildings. I lay down, I see buildings. Walking to or from school, to the community center, anywhere, I always see buildings. I miss way back when, when I lived in a rural area, where the occasional house was the norm. I wish city lights didn’t blind me day and night.
and in the essence of what was there, the man picked up his axe and started to slash away at the orphan, bit by bit. When he was finally finished, he looked through the mess and started to clean up. First he picked up the head, then the arm and .
buildings are large. buildings have windows. buildings tower over me. i tower over nothing. i am short. i am very short. i do not like being short. there are people who are shorter than me, but — it’s different. they can be comfortable in their shortness. i cannot.
i like that the buildings here remind me of hogwarts. sometimes i find myself analyzing the design and structure of buildings. i think in a former life i may have been an architect. or something.
Looking at the buildings I became lost in thought. Never from the city, they’ve always been enchanting to me. Oh, and I still find the city lights exciting.
Tall trees of metal are slowly scraping the sky,
leaving grey patches speckled over blue.
The world is changing.
One colossal force destroying another,
until nothing is left.
They crashed down all at once, all the buildings on my island. No one saw the typhoon coming. No one warned us. Some died. It was worse for those of us who lived.
Skyscrapers, ridiculous beasts that flooded the streets of New York, Toronto, London. The buildings, gray against the deep blue sky, concrete like the streets they lived on; disgusting works of art.
I stared up into the sky and I couldn’t even see the topps of the building. It made me wonder if they were even there. But of course they were, the birds knew. They could fly up so high and see everything for miles. They could soar great distances and just be amazed at the world. They could travel. But me, I was stuck. I would never even see the top of these buildings.
The buildings were rustic and shabby, with low ceilings and matted carpet that looked as though it had been trampled on by five elephants over a twelve year period. And one twelve year-old.
I held my walkman closer and made sure my headphones were secure before walking across the room.
The building was red and it scared me. I don’t know why, it wasn’t logical. But it still did. maybe it was the face that it had. You know how building can have faces, how the windows and doors can make a face. Well, this face was scary. Very very scary. But that’s why I hate buildings.
I stand at the bottom of New York City, searching breathlessly for the top. I stare in awe up at the buildings, scraping the sky, as the name so eloquently implies. I look for the tops of these buildings, hoping to see where they meet heaven. I almost catch a glimpse.
the buildings in the sky look like they could touch the clouds from my point of view. can i take the stairway to heaven verse the elevator? i’d rather walk. it really is just more of my style. and i’d love your company.
I walked through the streets. No people. No animals. Only the buildings remained. And me. Why was I spared from whatever catastrophe occurred? If everyone were dead, where were the bodies? Why could I not remember what happened?
Skyscrapers towering over us as we walked through croded and frantic streets. Shadows cast along endless miles of skyscrapers canyons , nothing else like it in the world.
high above me, tall, aluminum things, shiny wings, tinted ceilings. Who hided there? Who dwells in the lit rooms late at night when no one is around? Are those my secrets? I seek thee all into the night, above me. I will wait down here.
He always wanted to design buildings. architecture was a hard medium to learn, but he took it on with relish. he did everything he could and when he graduated top of his class, he knew it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
new york city is as bright as can be, empire state of mind and of course my jay-z :)
new york yankees are the way to go! they are tall and beautifil architechual WOAH! :D
The buildings towered overhead, broken and aged, abandoned in the scramble to evacuate the city before it was destroyed. Moss dripped from the tops, and algae grew where the water lapped against the broken steel and concrete.
buildings come from all differences sizes.where i work they decided to start building a new building attached from our old building. so far it has given us more storage and four new rooms for researcher. maybe nex year they will start building more buildings
A vast sea of glossy metals, and shards of protruding glass. You stand so high above me, above the rest, but you do not judge me. Your beams can touch the sky, and my feet can touch the ground. Whispers of wind cannot defy you, for you are all there will be when those whose feet touch the ground, are no longer.
Buildings, buildings, all around. They peer down at me, scrutinizing me, judging me- hating me. Hating everything that I stand for. But I pass them in silence. They only stare in disapproval, and their silence hurts more than anything.
They are big and have a lot of rooms. Although, there are some buildings that doesn’t have more than one, or two. Warehouses may be like this. I live in a regular house with enough rooms for my whole family.
Antoine walked among the charred ruins of the buildings, gathering up stones and wires to perhaps cobble together a dwelling. Other tattered humans scavenged through the ruins. They all wondered the same things: if the snow would ever stop, where their next meal would come from, and who is currently the front-runner on Top Chef.
Building are tall. They rise above me and cast shadows over me. They are daunting. intimidating. The people inside them have the power to effect my life without even realizing it. The building are representative of their power.
buildings are kinda like beginnings. you have to build things. relationships can be buildings. they can be skyscrapers that nearly touch the sky.
Are tall. I want to work in a building. I’m building relationships and blocks at the same time.
Buildings. What can one write about buildings? I prefer them old, interesting, with lots of windows. Abandoned buildings can be fascinating to visit, I suppose? If one can manage to sneak in. I live in a dorm building now, and it’s not the most interesting of places. Apartment buildings are marginally better. I would like a house, eventually.
Buildings buildings everywhere, i look in their windows to look at my hair. From high up above they tower overhead, and make me feel like a small piece of lead!
Buildings surround me, day and night. I wake up, I see buildings. I lay down, I see buildings. Walking to or from school, to the community center, anywhere, I always see buildings. I miss way back when, when I lived in a rural area, where the occasional house was the norm. I wish city lights didn’t blind me day and night.
They were tall boxes towering over me. Made out of glass and metal and mortar. They were amazing to look at and even more amazing to walk through.
Strong tall buildings have solid foundations.
Something we don’t have.
I dislike buildings.
Give me green grasses and blue skies…
A land of dreams where my troubles fly away with the wind….
and in the essence of what was there, the man picked up his axe and started to slash away at the orphan, bit by bit. When he was finally finished, he looked through the mess and started to clean up. First he picked up the head, then the arm and .
buildings are large. buildings have windows. buildings tower over me. i tower over nothing. i am short. i am very short. i do not like being short. there are people who are shorter than me, but — it’s different. they can be comfortable in their shortness. i cannot.
i like that the buildings here remind me of hogwarts. sometimes i find myself analyzing the design and structure of buildings. i think in a former life i may have been an architect. or something.
mighty Zeus with your sparkling-eyed beauty of a daughter, crush those buildings, ill shed no tears
Looking at the buildings I became lost in thought. Never from the city, they’ve always been enchanting to me. Oh, and I still find the city lights exciting.
Tall trees of metal are slowly scraping the sky,
leaving grey patches speckled over blue.
The world is changing.
One colossal force destroying another,
until nothing is left.
They crashed down all at once, all the buildings on my island. No one saw the typhoon coming. No one warned us. Some died. It was worse for those of us who lived.
Skyscrapers, ridiculous beasts that flooded the streets of New York, Toronto, London. The buildings, gray against the deep blue sky, concrete like the streets they lived on; disgusting works of art.
Constructions that I admire as I walk through the streets. Gives a glimpse of human ingeniosity.
Buildings of collision
Building blocks
For the flocks
While the clocks
Of the world
Go crazy for the lord.
I stared up into the sky and I couldn’t even see the topps of the building. It made me wonder if they were even there. But of course they were, the birds knew. They could fly up so high and see everything for miles. They could soar great distances and just be amazed at the world. They could travel. But me, I was stuck. I would never even see the top of these buildings.
The buildings were rustic and shabby, with low ceilings and matted carpet that looked as though it had been trampled on by five elephants over a twelve year period. And one twelve year-old.
I held my walkman closer and made sure my headphones were secure before walking across the room.
The building was red and it scared me. I don’t know why, it wasn’t logical. But it still did. maybe it was the face that it had. You know how building can have faces, how the windows and doors can make a face. Well, this face was scary. Very very scary. But that’s why I hate buildings.
I stand at the bottom of New York City, searching breathlessly for the top. I stare in awe up at the buildings, scraping the sky, as the name so eloquently implies. I look for the tops of these buildings, hoping to see where they meet heaven. I almost catch a glimpse.
clash of the titans
the buildings in the sky look like they could touch the clouds from my point of view. can i take the stairway to heaven verse the elevator? i’d rather walk. it really is just more of my style. and i’d love your company.
I walked through the streets. No people. No animals. Only the buildings remained. And me. Why was I spared from whatever catastrophe occurred? If everyone were dead, where were the bodies? Why could I not remember what happened?
Tall buildings, small buildings, light buildings, tight buildings. All in one huge city of secrets.
tall and many windows. many people are in them. huge storage. lots of floors. expensive. business headquarters. architecture.
Skyscrapers towering over us as we walked through croded and frantic streets. Shadows cast along endless miles of skyscrapers canyons , nothing else like it in the world.
high above me, tall, aluminum things, shiny wings, tinted ceilings. Who hided there? Who dwells in the lit rooms late at night when no one is around? Are those my secrets? I seek thee all into the night, above me. I will wait down here.
He always wanted to design buildings. architecture was a hard medium to learn, but he took it on with relish. he did everything he could and when he graduated top of his class, he knew it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
new york city is as bright as can be, empire state of mind and of course my jay-z :)
new york yankees are the way to go! they are tall and beautifil architechual WOAH! :D
The buildings towered overhead, broken and aged, abandoned in the scramble to evacuate the city before it was destroyed. Moss dripped from the tops, and algae grew where the water lapped against the broken steel and concrete.
buildings come from all differences sizes.where i work they decided to start building a new building attached from our old building. so far it has given us more storage and four new rooms for researcher. maybe nex year they will start building more buildings
building comes from all differences sizes.where i work they decided to start buili
A vast sea of glossy metals, and shards of protruding glass. You stand so high above me, above the rest, but you do not judge me. Your beams can touch the sky, and my feet can touch the ground. Whispers of wind cannot defy you, for you are all there will be when those whose feet touch the ground, are no longer.
where i work, they decide to build four new building . they expanded from the old building
Buildings, buildings, all around. They peer down at me, scrutinizing me, judging me- hating me. Hating everything that I stand for. But I pass them in silence. They only stare in disapproval, and their silence hurts more than anything.
They are big and have a lot of rooms. Although, there are some buildings that doesn’t have more than one, or two. Warehouses may be like this. I live in a regular house with enough rooms for my whole family.