the edge of a cliff is a scary place to be. a gust of wind could take you over at any second. but you feel free as a bird up there. like you could fly.
There’s a certain edge to every person. Some more than others, but everyone will develop their edge at some point in their lives. It’s interesting to see what type of edge each person develops and I hope to develop my own here at Ohio University.
Im on the edge of glory. the edge of the earth is where love can happen. anything can happen at the edge. Its where pain happens. Its where love happens. Its where glory happens. Dont live your life afraid of the edges. Dare the edges.
The Edge of glory, one of the most important songs in Lady Gaga’s music career. It is important because it is the personification of a milestone on her road to becoming a musical legend.
Why do I keep getting edge? I am at the edge of my patience with this amazing site because it will give my only one word… edge. Just give me another word this should not become the limit of my creative imagination
We sat at the edge of the cliff with our blanket spread out over the dirt
Our thermos filled with warm coffee and pineapple cream cheese on our bagels
There we sat and ate and enjoyed the sounds of the birds waking as the sky lightened and the morning haze cleared. I had never had a morning like that before and I can’t wait for the opportunity to share another one with her
we’re standing there, right on the edge
looking down
hands locked
ready to jump
it’s the best feeling in the world
we’re at the start of something that has been great for what feels like forever already
and it’s about to get even better?! it doesn’t seem possible
but yet then another day comes and it is.
I stared over the edge of time, all thoughts receding as I prepared to jump into the unknown. I jumped, my breath streams out of my mouth and all my thoughts follow…
i’m on the edge of glory the edge of discovery the edge of making it and the edge of failing and I can fall but I can’t step away from the edge so I might just stand. and either he’ll push me or be standing at the bottom to catch me. and i think this time i might actually have a catcher. the edge of love. that i’ve fallen over. and i hope he’s fallen too
the edge. he sat on it. or rather, he gripped it with the seat of his pants, hit butt cheeks clenched so tight so that he might slip off anyway from the lack of friction now. He leaned forward, finger nails digging into his knees.
Push me. I dare you. I’ve already let go of my fears. Im willing for everything i know to change. To disappear. Push me over the edge. Because i know mentally, im already falling. Falling down, down, down, deep. Deep into the depths of the past, as it catches up to me, nipping at my heels. Im done running. Let the darkness take me. Let it pull me under. For i know, im already passed the edge of sanity.
A single line of light against the racing edge of a distant road. Nothing but the busy air and the empty canyon below. The motor roared through the cool night air.
On the edge of a cliff about to jump. The adrenaline pumps in and sweat dribbles down my skin making small pools at my feet. My heart races as I raise my arms over my head. Behind my everyone is silent. Anticipating. I look down, close my eyes and fall.
the edge is a place where humans and aliens meet to talk about how to exist peacefully within this vast universe. Leaders include Bono, Madonna, Katy Perry adn Tom Brady. On the alien side, there is only one sole leader: Joe.
I’m on the edge. You’ve pushed me further than I can take. I’m stil trying though. Why am I trying? Why should I? It’s obvious you don’t care. But still…I try because I still have hope. And My hope is not demoslished. I will hang on to it as tight as I Can, because I know it won’t last long.
Edge is something everyone should have. Without edge, you’re just all the same. Or it could be the edge of a building, don’t jump! I have nothing else to say. Lalalalalalalalalala. Okay.
Edge can be so many things. It’s the end of the world; it’s the beginning of life. Right now, I’m at the edge in both ways. I’m ready to jump off of the edge of a cliff so that this anger, sadness, and frustration don’t bother me anymore. I’m also at the edge of a new beginning. My life is getting better all the time, and I have a great deal to be thankful for.
What she was pushed over, jumping. That sad longing, ending in death, immortalized in Times New Roman Font, spread over printing presses, shoved down into childrens’ hands, forgotten in a cabinet, only to be found again. Near pristine – I guess no one ever read you. So I took the task upon my hands and had to live through the tragic story.
What is there to write? You’re at the edge of a train of thought. The edge of a cliff, the last edge of a piece of cheese. Edge. It’s funny, if you think about it. E-D-G-E. Ed-Juh. Guh. Huh.
I’m on the edge again. But it’s a good edge. Not the scary one falling away into darkness, disappearing into nothing, no abyss of chaos, no chasm of insanity and depression.
This time, I’m on the edge of falling for you. I’m not exactly terrified.
Edges are sharp and dangerous, and most of the time they don’t like the. Sometimes, though. They’re condusive to our development. My prompt on the SAT was something to do with whether crisis contributes to self knowledge, and I think it does. When you’re cut, you see, you have to fix yourself. And only good can come from that. Rock bottom’s the worst that can happen, and so how is it that anyone has any reason to be sad. Edges are defined, which is
the edge of a cliff is very steep – as is the edge of your life, carrer – anything that has an edge is steep, dangerous. It can be an exciting experience – such as the edge of an airplane with a parachute in the back, or sad, like say, the edge of a loved one’s life. Edge.
I was at the edge of my patience with him. Fisrt he wanted me then he never wanted to even speak to me. I would never understand him but that didn’t make it okay for him to just play around with my head. He was bringing me to the edge of my patience and to the edge of a cliff, I couldn’t take anymore of this, I wanted someone to push me off.
standing near a cliff overlooking the sea. it’s been a year full of changes, most positive, but i can’t help thinking that by pushing a little further i can make it over the edge- into the life i want to live, the me i want to be, that i became acquainted with in colombia. i had more edge at that point…
The edge. That would have to be the neutral point right between the Light and the Darkness. Keeping one foot on each is what I’d like to call being in between the worlds. Right on the edge of oblivion.
Each edge of the bed felt like it was a million miles high.
I panicked as she turned over, rolling towards the side.
I knew the second that she reached her destination,
she’d be gone forever
im on the edge of irritability in this steaming, contained house. as the temperatures rise, so does my lack of patience. i need to get out, do something, go somewhere new.
the edge of a cliff is a scary place to be. a gust of wind could take you over at any second. but you feel free as a bird up there. like you could fly.
There’s a certain edge to every person. Some more than others, but everyone will develop their edge at some point in their lives. It’s interesting to see what type of edge each person develops and I hope to develop my own here at Ohio University.
Im on the edge of glory. the edge of the earth is where love can happen. anything can happen at the edge. Its where pain happens. Its where love happens. Its where glory happens. Dont live your life afraid of the edges. Dare the edges.
The Edge of glory, one of the most important songs in Lady Gaga’s music career. It is important because it is the personification of a milestone on her road to becoming a musical legend.
Why do I keep getting edge? I am at the edge of my patience with this amazing site because it will give my only one word… edge. Just give me another word this should not become the limit of my creative imagination
Travel to the edge, don’t allow it to become a challenge to leave what is safe, we all need edge to continue with our lives.
My only regret is that I spent so much time on the edge, always too nervous to jump.
We sat at the edge of the cliff with our blanket spread out over the dirt
Our thermos filled with warm coffee and pineapple cream cheese on our bagels
There we sat and ate and enjoyed the sounds of the birds waking as the sky lightened and the morning haze cleared. I had never had a morning like that before and I can’t wait for the opportunity to share another one with her
we’re standing there, right on the edge
looking down
hands locked
ready to jump
it’s the best feeling in the world
we’re at the start of something that has been great for what feels like forever already
and it’s about to get even better?! it doesn’t seem possible
but yet then another day comes and it is.
I stared over the edge of time, all thoughts receding as I prepared to jump into the unknown. I jumped, my breath streams out of my mouth and all my thoughts follow…
i’m on the edge of glory the edge of discovery the edge of making it and the edge of failing and I can fall but I can’t step away from the edge so I might just stand. and either he’ll push me or be standing at the bottom to catch me. and i think this time i might actually have a catcher. the edge of love. that i’ve fallen over. and i hope he’s fallen too
Take me there. I think I’m ready. It always feels scary, but I’ve never been too afraid to peek. Time to go over. This is my year, I can feel it.
the edge. he sat on it. or rather, he gripped it with the seat of his pants, hit butt cheeks clenched so tight so that he might slip off anyway from the lack of friction now. He leaned forward, finger nails digging into his knees.
“Wadya do? Just drop off the face of the earth?” He was yelling.
“No.” It barely came out as a whisper, and she couldn’t look him in the eye.
“Then where the heck did you go?” His voice broke. “I thought you were gone.” She could feel the tears comming before they started.
He held out his arms, and she ran to him. They sank to their knees as one, sobbing into each others arms.
He smelled like he always did, pine wood and cabin smoke.
Her hair was as soft and black as its had been all those months ago.
Push me. I dare you. I’ve already let go of my fears. Im willing for everything i know to change. To disappear. Push me over the edge. Because i know mentally, im already falling. Falling down, down, down, deep. Deep into the depths of the past, as it catches up to me, nipping at my heels. Im done running. Let the darkness take me. Let it pull me under. For i know, im already passed the edge of sanity.
There was a joke made today mocking a certain rock group that was mocked by another rock group.
At the edge of the world. Flying like an eagle isn’t possible right now. Don’t look down. Be strong. Don’t jump. Be smart.
A single line of light against the racing edge of a distant road. Nothing but the busy air and the empty canyon below. The motor roared through the cool night air.
Lady gaga is obviously on the edge of glory. Trust me, Gaga, we get it.
On the edge of a cliff about to jump. The adrenaline pumps in and sweat dribbles down my skin making small pools at my feet. My heart races as I raise my arms over my head. Behind my everyone is silent. Anticipating. I look down, close my eyes and fall.
the edge is a place where humans and aliens meet to talk about how to exist peacefully within this vast universe. Leaders include Bono, Madonna, Katy Perry adn Tom Brady. On the alien side, there is only one sole leader: Joe.
I stand, looking down. I sway. The drop below me is unreadable, my perception cant fathom. I jump.
I’m on the edge. You’ve pushed me further than I can take. I’m stil trying though. Why am I trying? Why should I? It’s obvious you don’t care. But still…I try because I still have hope. And My hope is not demoslished. I will hang on to it as tight as I Can, because I know it won’t last long.
Edge is something everyone should have. Without edge, you’re just all the same. Or it could be the edge of a building, don’t jump! I have nothing else to say. Lalalalalalalalalala. Okay.
Edge can be so many things. It’s the end of the world; it’s the beginning of life. Right now, I’m at the edge in both ways. I’m ready to jump off of the edge of a cliff so that this anger, sadness, and frustration don’t bother me anymore. I’m also at the edge of a new beginning. My life is getting better all the time, and I have a great deal to be thankful for.
What she was pushed over, jumping. That sad longing, ending in death, immortalized in Times New Roman Font, spread over printing presses, shoved down into childrens’ hands, forgotten in a cabinet, only to be found again. Near pristine – I guess no one ever read you. So I took the task upon my hands and had to live through the tragic story.
What is there to write? You’re at the edge of a train of thought. The edge of a cliff, the last edge of a piece of cheese. Edge. It’s funny, if you think about it. E-D-G-E. Ed-Juh. Guh. Huh.
Give her a push over the edge. A tiny shove.
Hurt her. Make her cry. She is filth. Scum. Garbage. Not worthy of being called human.
Go ahead. One more or one less, no one’s counting.
Sharp, torn screaming.
Excitement, happiness, horror.
Yummy cheese, Sticky goo, sharp knife.
What is an Edge to you?
i can’t help feeling like i’m on the edge of something great and wonderful and i just
can’t
quite
get there
I’m on the edge again. But it’s a good edge. Not the scary one falling away into darkness, disappearing into nothing, no abyss of chaos, no chasm of insanity and depression.
This time, I’m on the edge of falling for you. I’m not exactly terrified.
Edges are sharp and dangerous, and most of the time they don’t like the. Sometimes, though. They’re condusive to our development. My prompt on the SAT was something to do with whether crisis contributes to self knowledge, and I think it does. When you’re cut, you see, you have to fix yourself. And only good can come from that. Rock bottom’s the worst that can happen, and so how is it that anyone has any reason to be sad. Edges are defined, which is
the edge of a cliff is very steep – as is the edge of your life, carrer – anything that has an edge is steep, dangerous. It can be an exciting experience – such as the edge of an airplane with a parachute in the back, or sad, like say, the edge of a loved one’s life. Edge.
I’m on the edge of a cliff cause of you.
I was at the edge of my patience with him. Fisrt he wanted me then he never wanted to even speak to me. I would never understand him but that didn’t make it okay for him to just play around with my head. He was bringing me to the edge of my patience and to the edge of a cliff, I couldn’t take anymore of this, I wanted someone to push me off.
standing near a cliff overlooking the sea. it’s been a year full of changes, most positive, but i can’t help thinking that by pushing a little further i can make it over the edge- into the life i want to live, the me i want to be, that i became acquainted with in colombia. i had more edge at that point…
The edge. That would have to be the neutral point right between the Light and the Darkness. Keeping one foot on each is what I’d like to call being in between the worlds. Right on the edge of oblivion.
Each edge of the bed felt like it was a million miles high.
I panicked as she turned over, rolling towards the side.
I knew the second that she reached her destination,
she’d be gone forever
but I couldn’t stop her.
im on the edge of irritability in this steaming, contained house. as the temperatures rise, so does my lack of patience. i need to get out, do something, go somewhere new.
Everyone should have a little bit of edge about them. I deleted the rest of this paragraph. I can’t write today.