Some jump. Some look. Some cower. Some lean. Some sit. Some drive off. Some wash away. Some erode. Some grow. Some discover. Some create. Some scare. Some bewilder. Some inspire.
there was a cliff in front of them, and a world without hope behind them. changmin doesn’t know what to do. yunho-hyung grabs his hand. they leap. (there’s a landing on the other side, it was just obstructed by clouds. )
Her back was to the cliffs.
Nothing but slippery banks of grass surrounded her on three sides. A steep, jagged drop was behind her. She was out of options and out of hiding places.
Nothing left to do but wait.
I hang out suspended off the edge of my own personal financial cliff where I could easily plunge into the abyss ….but God. He provides an incredible safety net. My life is actually a miracle , the fact that I have been able to survive for so long is incredible.
Its a new day though. It is time to soar. To enjoy the view and triumph ……like an eagle in flight above it all.
I had stood on top of a mountain. It had felt like a mountain. But, I guess it was more like a hill. Whatever it was, it was beautiful. Not the sunset, not the trees, not the grass. The way the chalky, ground stone crunched beneath my feet. It spoke to me, and warmed the wind. I think we were friends. Hard to say since the war. It is a graveyard now.
The wind was raging and my hair whipped in wet strands around my face. I stood at the edge, wondering and pondering all of the things that had brought me to this very moment. I Knew that i I continued on this path, it would certainly mean an end of everything, but I couldn’t figure out a way to pry myself away from it–from him. He would be the death of me. Or I would be the death of him. It was that simple.
Watching them jump and having nothing to do, pregnant and bored. I walked down the side of the cliff until I found an interesting nook to sit and watch. I got stuck there, too high to jump in my state but not too high to get down. The cliffs scared me, so I asked for help. It took a bit but I finally made it.
The white cliffs rose like a distant barrier of light across the misty harbour. They were tall, and served as a corral around the inlet. Just above was a small lighthouse, towering high above the sea.
Every time I stood on those cliffs I thought of Carilynn. A year had passed and I had not seen her once. The sunset I could see from here reminded me of her. I could almost feel her standing near.
Red sneakers with purple laces. Balancing on the very edge of the cliff when all is calm. Just standing and looking. It’s exhilarating to stand at the crumbly edge. I bound back so I don’t fall. my sneaks take me.
cliffs are scary to jump off of because you could hurt yourself and die, but then, that is also why people do want to jump off of them. why do people get pleasure from fear? that doesn’t make any evolutionary sense, or maybe it does because we need that extra boost after a terrifying experience to move past it. so why do we assume that animals never get fun adrenaline rushes, that its all traumatic for them? maybe the vet is like going to six flags. ever thought of that? i guess its fun for humans when we believe we wont really die, and animals have no reason (double entendre) to believe that about the vet.
Dangerously magnificent in scope and composition. Flight-taking, tumbling freedom of spirit. Craggy collisions of rock and rain, wind and song. Peace transverse to trepidation.
Cliffs. What awaits at the bottom. Life’s a risk they say. If you don’t believe what i’m trying to portray in the following sixty seconds, hang off a cliff yourself. All it takes is one slip & you’ll lose that one life you survived through.
It’s impossible to know what’s at the top of those cliffs. The fog obscures the destination and leaves you filled with suspense. The only way for you to find out what’s there is to keep climbing. Otherwise, your story will end with a cliff-hanger.
They are mountain but only smaller. I love cllffs by the sea as they remind me of the books that I read as a child and I like to remember the cliffs in hardy boys books and imagine them. Imagine being on the beach with the cliffs behind them.
Atop the cliffs of Moher, I saw the sea spray floating across the jagged rocks, inviting me to jump and become the foam. The foam of a tankard that I had drunk from far too many times before. The suds of a bathtub where my father had lain in before his head lolled back and life seeped from him, starting with his failing heart. I did not think about the woman who had brought me here, who now took pictures of the view.
And the little birds, diving – what do they not fear?
Man, his feet planted firmly upon the ground, cowers. His eyes look in, and his soul tugs back, but the curiosity in his spirit – it propels him forward. What would it be like, whispers the voice in his ear, what would it be like to step into the great nothingness?
And who are we, to tip our feet into the Sea of Fertility? Gods, perhaps, but not us, not the fleeting mortals who chance to meet on this earth, coming together briefly, and falling away like petals on the wind – time, and we fall, dropping from the cliffs like so many stones, pebbles in the abyss.
Literally bounds and bounds
the distance is astonishing
The carving pushes you forward
for the feeling
Crash and carve when it’s gone
Live when it’s had
I was about to jump off lose all the pain and suffering to a place where no one will judge or say they hate me and that i’m a waste of space I lost everything and was now drowning when someone pulled me out of the water. It all faded to black and heard shouts and screams from people suddenly hearing cop cars and sirens. I saw a bright light I was long gone far away from torture and hatred from people that don’t even know me.
One day I was going on a trip with my friends in the mountains when we came upon a cliff, below there were jagged rocks, and a roaring ocean. It seemed like a storm was coming and yet my friend Jack, said “Hey guys, let’s go jump off the cliff!”
Clifford the dog always resented be deemed appropriate for the ‘children’s literature world’. He was a dog after all. Big, dirty, red. He was the only red dog he knew, and he always thought that made him seem edgy. God he wanted to be edgy. If only the world knew his adult literature potential.
toes curling against the edge, begging for that extra push so all the misery can fade away. free-falling, all the cliffs begin to whisper the song of passing
There are cliffs off the side of my house. The cliffs are high and tall. And the bottom there are rocks and water and waves. On windy days I can stand on the edge of the cliff and lean over, but I won’t fall. The wind holds me up. I love my cliff. I can see the sunrises and the sunsets. And I’m a light to the world. I’m a lighthouse on a cliff.
Detective Shigesato drove me to a strangely wonderful place. Its as if nature had gobbled civilization and claimed this place as its own. The ghost town, built on the side of a cliff, was slowly but surely overrun by nature.
His every word edged me closer to the cliffs. Each time I paused, he nudged me again, forcing my steps ever ahead to the gorge. I tried to resist, letting him get close. His body pressed against me, pushing, pushing, pushing. My resistance couldn’t hold. He had more height, more weight, more anger than I had. I couldn’t hold my position against the force he could apply. Two more steps, and he was pushing again before I could take my next breath. I could see the drop only a few feet in front of me. The wind slapped at me, taunting my hair into frenzied tentacles grasping the air for escape. I wished it could lift me up away from his reach like a bird riding upon air waves. Again, he pushed; again, I stepped forward; again the wind curled around my body pushing me sideways like a willow bending in the breeze. My hair dancing again, slow, fast left, right. I heard a howl from the wind, but its call did not whisper my name.
Push, step. Push, step.
At last only 4 steps truly lay before me, life before death. The world around me dropped to slow motion. I heard the call of the wind, felt the rush and caress of the current across my torso, around my chest, lifting me under my arms like a small child. He did not notice my feet were barely hovering over the ground with his last push. He thought I was close enough to finish the job at last, and he pushed into me with the full might of his body. The wind whisked me aside like a leaf in a smooth aside he could never have foreseen. His girth passed by me like a steam engine, his scream echoing like a train whistle as he dove off the cliff into the emptiness beyond.
My body wafted down the current’s eddies to step back down upon the ground with the grace of a dance partner. With a final flutter of air through my hair, she simply merged into the air surrounding me. I didn’t need to look, I knew I was free from harm at last. I turned and began my journey back down the cliff as a new person. She had saved me and left him at the mercy of his own hands. My new passage had just begun.
We stood on the top of the cliffs, looking down over the edge into the crashing waves beneath our feet. The rocks crumbled slightly as the ground began to shift. A roar could be heard, above the sounds of the sea. I held your hand, and waited for the monster to emerge from the clouds.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I started slightly, turning my eyes from the cliffs overhang to her face. The amusement I saw in those crystalline depths was more than enough to banish any anger from my response. “Yeah, it is,” I said, still slightly breathless as my heart rate settled.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, dropping down onto the ledge, her legs nudging my own as she settled beside me.
“It’s alright,” I said, and it was. Goddess, was it ever alright.
We were both quiet for a long moment, each lost in the solace the rhythmic pulsing of the waves provided.
People all around me were falling off cliffs. Failing grades. Failing relationships. Not following their dreams. Becoming self-perpetuating, self-loathing machines. In the end for them, there was darkness. Pain. None of them went through a cycle of self-realization. They fell off the cliff, and that was their story. I was personally hanging one, using all my strength to do so.
The cliffs seemed less overwhelming than he expected them to be, but once he got closer, he realised he could never climb them. His arrival at his new home would be less of a conquering spectacle than he hoped.
How does it feel to be known for the chances you’ve wasted? How does it feel to belong to nothing and no one? His words echoed in my mind.
My arm still hurt from where he burned me.
Fuck you.
I don’t need you, or anybody.
All I need are those ten seconds of pure exhilaration between this cliff and the choppy ocean below me.
cliffs are high slanting matters of land. usually the height of some body of water. but sometimes not. i had a friend fall down a mud one at a beach party once.. uhmmm, he was muddy…
Some jump. Some look. Some cower. Some lean. Some sit. Some drive off. Some wash away. Some erode. Some grow. Some discover. Some create. Some scare. Some bewilder. Some inspire.
there was a cliff in front of them, and a world without hope behind them. changmin doesn’t know what to do. yunho-hyung grabs his hand. they leap. (there’s a landing on the other side, it was just obstructed by clouds. )
Her back was to the cliffs.
Nothing but slippery banks of grass surrounded her on three sides. A steep, jagged drop was behind her. She was out of options and out of hiding places.
Nothing left to do but wait.
I hang out suspended off the edge of my own personal financial cliff where I could easily plunge into the abyss ….but God. He provides an incredible safety net. My life is actually a miracle , the fact that I have been able to survive for so long is incredible.
Its a new day though. It is time to soar. To enjoy the view and triumph ……like an eagle in flight above it all.
I had stood on top of a mountain. It had felt like a mountain. But, I guess it was more like a hill. Whatever it was, it was beautiful. Not the sunset, not the trees, not the grass. The way the chalky, ground stone crunched beneath my feet. It spoke to me, and warmed the wind. I think we were friends. Hard to say since the war. It is a graveyard now.
I stand at the edge of the world,
Clueless, sad, mourning,
The cliffs are there before me,
Calling, begging, yearning.
Who should I blame but myself,
For being who I am,
For saying what I think,
For being proud that I live.
The wind was raging and my hair whipped in wet strands around my face. I stood at the edge, wondering and pondering all of the things that had brought me to this very moment. I Knew that i I continued on this path, it would certainly mean an end of everything, but I couldn’t figure out a way to pry myself away from it–from him. He would be the death of me. Or I would be the death of him. It was that simple.
Watching them jump and having nothing to do, pregnant and bored. I walked down the side of the cliff until I found an interesting nook to sit and watch. I got stuck there, too high to jump in my state but not too high to get down. The cliffs scared me, so I asked for help. It took a bit but I finally made it.
The young man stands at the edge
Overlooking the people below
Formless shapes and blobs
Unmistakably human
A tear falls from his cheek
And breaks the smiles of children
This is the price to pay
For being made holy
THE CLIFFS OF DOVER WERE IN
Ahhhhhhh!!!
Don’t fall off of that cliff!
huh? What’s that you say?
I said be careful you’re…..
Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
The white cliffs rose like a distant barrier of light across the misty harbour. They were tall, and served as a corral around the inlet. Just above was a small lighthouse, towering high above the sea.
Every time I stood on those cliffs I thought of Carilynn. A year had passed and I had not seen her once. The sunset I could see from here reminded me of her. I could almost feel her standing near.
Red sneakers with purple laces. Balancing on the very edge of the cliff when all is calm. Just standing and looking. It’s exhilarating to stand at the crumbly edge. I bound back so I don’t fall. my sneaks take me.
cliffs are scary to jump off of because you could hurt yourself and die, but then, that is also why people do want to jump off of them. why do people get pleasure from fear? that doesn’t make any evolutionary sense, or maybe it does because we need that extra boost after a terrifying experience to move past it. so why do we assume that animals never get fun adrenaline rushes, that its all traumatic for them? maybe the vet is like going to six flags. ever thought of that? i guess its fun for humans when we believe we wont really die, and animals have no reason (double entendre) to believe that about the vet.
Dangerously magnificent in scope and composition. Flight-taking, tumbling freedom of spirit. Craggy collisions of rock and rain, wind and song. Peace transverse to trepidation.
Cliffs. What awaits at the bottom. Life’s a risk they say. If you don’t believe what i’m trying to portray in the following sixty seconds, hang off a cliff yourself. All it takes is one slip & you’ll lose that one life you survived through.
It’s impossible to know what’s at the top of those cliffs. The fog obscures the destination and leaves you filled with suspense. The only way for you to find out what’s there is to keep climbing. Otherwise, your story will end with a cliff-hanger.
I couldn’t stop you from jumping
But I could stop you from walking to the edge
That made all the difference
Timing
They are mountain but only smaller. I love cllffs by the sea as they remind me of the books that I read as a child and I like to remember the cliffs in hardy boys books and imagine them. Imagine being on the beach with the cliffs behind them.
Atop the cliffs of Moher, I saw the sea spray floating across the jagged rocks, inviting me to jump and become the foam. The foam of a tankard that I had drunk from far too many times before. The suds of a bathtub where my father had lain in before his head lolled back and life seeped from him, starting with his failing heart. I did not think about the woman who had brought me here, who now took pictures of the view.
And the little birds, diving – what do they not fear?
Man, his feet planted firmly upon the ground, cowers. His eyes look in, and his soul tugs back, but the curiosity in his spirit – it propels him forward. What would it be like, whispers the voice in his ear, what would it be like to step into the great nothingness?
Teetering, we soar briefly, and plunge.
The cliffs of Dover, white and chalky –
And who are we, to tip our feet into the Sea of Fertility? Gods, perhaps, but not us, not the fleeting mortals who chance to meet on this earth, coming together briefly, and falling away like petals on the wind – time, and we fall, dropping from the cliffs like so many stones, pebbles in the abyss.
No solid way to turn.
Fear of imminent failure.
Wide open air.
Nothing to catch me.
Wait.
I’m not ready.
Let me stay on the cliff.
Literally bounds and bounds
the distance is astonishing
The carving pushes you forward
for the feeling
Crash and carve when it’s gone
Live when it’s had
I was about to jump off lose all the pain and suffering to a place where no one will judge or say they hate me and that i’m a waste of space I lost everything and was now drowning when someone pulled me out of the water. It all faded to black and heard shouts and screams from people suddenly hearing cop cars and sirens. I saw a bright light I was long gone far away from torture and hatred from people that don’t even know me.
One day I was going on a trip with my friends in the mountains when we came upon a cliff, below there were jagged rocks, and a roaring ocean. It seemed like a storm was coming and yet my friend Jack, said “Hey guys, let’s go jump off the cliff!”
Clifford the dog always resented be deemed appropriate for the ‘children’s literature world’. He was a dog after all. Big, dirty, red. He was the only red dog he knew, and he always thought that made him seem edgy. God he wanted to be edgy. If only the world knew his adult literature potential.
toes curling against the edge, begging for that extra push so all the misery can fade away. free-falling, all the cliffs begin to whisper the song of passing
steep
scary
high up
rocky
sheer
falling
grand canyon
broken bones
death
notes
diving
hanger
There are cliffs off the side of my house. The cliffs are high and tall. And the bottom there are rocks and water and waves. On windy days I can stand on the edge of the cliff and lean over, but I won’t fall. The wind holds me up. I love my cliff. I can see the sunrises and the sunsets. And I’m a light to the world. I’m a lighthouse on a cliff.
Detective Shigesato drove me to a strangely wonderful place. Its as if nature had gobbled civilization and claimed this place as its own. The ghost town, built on the side of a cliff, was slowly but surely overrun by nature.
“What’s the name of this place?” I asked.
“Aounma-ji. City of ghosts.” He replied.
His every word edged me closer to the cliffs. Each time I paused, he nudged me again, forcing my steps ever ahead to the gorge. I tried to resist, letting him get close. His body pressed against me, pushing, pushing, pushing. My resistance couldn’t hold. He had more height, more weight, more anger than I had. I couldn’t hold my position against the force he could apply. Two more steps, and he was pushing again before I could take my next breath. I could see the drop only a few feet in front of me. The wind slapped at me, taunting my hair into frenzied tentacles grasping the air for escape. I wished it could lift me up away from his reach like a bird riding upon air waves. Again, he pushed; again, I stepped forward; again the wind curled around my body pushing me sideways like a willow bending in the breeze. My hair dancing again, slow, fast left, right. I heard a howl from the wind, but its call did not whisper my name.
Push, step. Push, step.
At last only 4 steps truly lay before me, life before death. The world around me dropped to slow motion. I heard the call of the wind, felt the rush and caress of the current across my torso, around my chest, lifting me under my arms like a small child. He did not notice my feet were barely hovering over the ground with his last push. He thought I was close enough to finish the job at last, and he pushed into me with the full might of his body. The wind whisked me aside like a leaf in a smooth aside he could never have foreseen. His girth passed by me like a steam engine, his scream echoing like a train whistle as he dove off the cliff into the emptiness beyond.
My body wafted down the current’s eddies to step back down upon the ground with the grace of a dance partner. With a final flutter of air through my hair, she simply merged into the air surrounding me. I didn’t need to look, I knew I was free from harm at last. I turned and began my journey back down the cliff as a new person. She had saved me and left him at the mercy of his own hands. My new passage had just begun.
Looking over cliffs is scary. Maybe one day I’ll bungee jump over one.
We stood on the top of the cliffs, looking down over the edge into the crashing waves beneath our feet. The rocks crumbled slightly as the ground began to shift. A roar could be heard, above the sounds of the sea. I held your hand, and waited for the monster to emerge from the clouds.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
I started slightly, turning my eyes from the cliffs overhang to her face. The amusement I saw in those crystalline depths was more than enough to banish any anger from my response. “Yeah, it is,” I said, still slightly breathless as my heart rate settled.
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” she said, dropping down onto the ledge, her legs nudging my own as she settled beside me.
“It’s alright,” I said, and it was. Goddess, was it ever alright.
We were both quiet for a long moment, each lost in the solace the rhythmic pulsing of the waves provided.
People all around me were falling off cliffs. Failing grades. Failing relationships. Not following their dreams. Becoming self-perpetuating, self-loathing machines. In the end for them, there was darkness. Pain. None of them went through a cycle of self-realization. They fell off the cliff, and that was their story. I was personally hanging one, using all my strength to do so.
The cliffs seemed less overwhelming than he expected them to be, but once he got closer, he realised he could never climb them. His arrival at his new home would be less of a conquering spectacle than he hoped.
How does it feel to be known for the chances you’ve wasted? How does it feel to belong to nothing and no one? His words echoed in my mind.
My arm still hurt from where he burned me.
Fuck you.
I don’t need you, or anybody.
All I need are those ten seconds of pure exhilaration between this cliff and the choppy ocean below me.
cliffs are high slanting matters of land. usually the height of some body of water. but sometimes not. i had a friend fall down a mud one at a beach party once.. uhmmm, he was muddy…