I’m standing on the edge…but what lies beyond this precipice? Is there Love? Anger? Hope? Sadness? How will I know what to do…who to be? Myself? in this world of possibilities i can be anything i want.. i need only to step over the edge, but it’s terrifying.
He stood at the edge had been for his whole life now more than ever he needed the answers, he needed to understand but the truth was beyond him, beyond his comprehension Looking down at the rocks he wondered if it all meant a thing anyways.
I looked down. I could feel the wind whipping my hair, stinging my eyes. “Don’t jump” a part of my mind screamed. But from up here, it was easy to imagine I could fly. I knew I would crash. But from here, anything seemed possible. Even flight.
I’m standing on the edge of a precipice. It’s a warm sahara afternoon, my ute’s parked roughly four metres away. The clouds have made tangled messes of themselves in a sporadic way and the lazy wind hasn’t been felt all day. Yet, I feel free with my arms lifted up and with the warm sun on my skin. I feel free.
A place to live, where dreams fall off one side and behind is a million of people who wish they could revel in the your decadence. It is a place of danger and unresolved ideas, go forth and peer over the edge but, do not jump unless you feel certain there is an ocean to dive into.
I have been pushed to the edge. Do i fall or do i push back? Often, i find myself on the edge. I look over and see salvation. Why must society push us this far? Is there no point in living? No. The edge is what makes us alive. Its a constant reminder of what we need to fight for in our lives. We have reached an equilibrium of constant pushing where we teeter on the edge.
it’s two in the morning and i’m running my arms across the bed- trying to find you. again i cannot.
again all i find is the edge of the bed.
again i am alone.
The edge of the cliff was only a few feet away from her. This was the best part about skiing on the double black diamond slopes, the feeling that the edge was only moments away, and that she could fall off of it any time, her death immanent. She pushed off from the starts, her muscles easily falling into a long practiced pattern.
living on the eddje of the box i poke in and look in to see waht is going on and i keep on living on the edge so temping ot is to jump off of that edjge at times yet i keep on holding on to that edje that is where i find the gems..not many people like to go to the edge …there is less traffic so I find most of the gems on the edge.
Living on the edge is a tricky business. Garble the goblin didn’t much fancy it.
He didn’t much fancy spending five minutes there, in fact, but that was where he was now.
When the elves had held him at gunpoint, he hadn’t expected they’d force him onto the plank. But force him they did. And now he had no plan on getting away.
Good thing he had dynamite.
On the edge of my seat I sit and think as my eyes and heart fall into an array of thoughts turning and twisting in motion like an engine of a audi A6, the life and times of me and my edge of life.
i tried so hard to focus on my homework. why did i procrastinate so much? I was on the edge of falling asleep. I needed to study and ace my test tomorrow. all these words and numbers are making me feel dizzy…
There’s always this edge I find myself standing on at work. Customers that come through for their coffee, they determine whether or not I’m shoved off that edge or pulled to the safety of sanity.
Living on the edge. The edge of a table, the edge of the universe. Edgeless, like a globe. Globular. This Earth. Earth, the planet of a billion wonders. A billion, like stars in the sky. Every star is a galaxy. The universe is endless. Endless, like a circle. Like Discworld. The edge of Discworld.
i’ve been on the edge before the edge of emotion the edge of what is real, what is normal. The edge is a scarey place to be knowing that jumping would be the begining of nothing and everything all at once
She could feel herself teetering there. Normally it would have terrified her, but for some reason now it was invigorating; knowing that she was on the verge of something new.
I feel like I’m falling off the edge. I see my whole life slipping in front of me. All my friends are gone and everything I’ve once knon is gone completely. I’m falling off the edge myself. I don’t know where I’m falling too but I’m falling and theres nothing to do to stop it. I’m just floating into the nothing that is my lufe.
On the brink of things and its the time one realizes whether you have the courage to jump or not. You are on the edge. Sink or swim. Go. Its your time and you’re the only one wasting it, but don’t let anyone push or pull you.
On the edge of sleep, I grope my way around these words of history, but the lullaby of the fan and the soft scritch of my pencil make me want to close my eyes and weep.
I’m falling. There’s nothing I can do to get up though. It’s a large hole. I could fling my arms out as far as I could, and still didn’t feel the walls. Falling still. Did I just wake up? Did I just fall asleep? What the hell? Is that a light? Is that a rabbit? Why the he’ll would there be a rabbit? Hey! He’s got a watch! And white gloves! What does he need those for? White rabbit! Wait! Where are you going?
I was standing on a precipice. The yawning gap stretched to infinity at my feet and I could feel myself teetering on the brink. I was at the very edge and felt as though the slightest gust of wind could send me falling. Falling until the end of time.
I was standing on the edge, looking over the water. I could see the ship coming closer, slowly dragging something huge behind it. I had no idea what it could be; the hunters weren’t supposed to be back for days but there was no mistaking the blood red flag that flew proudly through the air
the edge was nearer and nearer
i fought it, trying desperately to avoid it
the edge of sanity, the edge of love, the edge of yo
it was the end
i didnt want to fall, but looking down, seeing the bottom
i could do nothing else
i found the edge was beginning
I live on the edge of life like a poweress who yawns like a lion. Strong and fearless and queen of the kingdom, who everyone bows to. They live to please the lion of the forrest. Its a dream to be powerful and brave and beautiful. A beast with a ferocious beauty.
The edge cut into the cement spinning and grinding downward. The scream came and then the blade began to gracefully lurch side ways. The voices of supervisors past screamed warning in his head. Then as the grace ended excruciating pain.
At the edge…you’re almost there. Either climbing over, trying to become something other than what the edge offers or just trying to get whatever it is over with. The edge is a breaking point, the end. May become better or worse
cliffs
razors
the guitarist from U2
life on the streets
some female recording artists
some makeup looks
some boots
glory (for Gaga)
reason (for Bridget Jones)
rivers (for Keanu Reaves)
River Phoenix (R.I.P.)
crystal meth
rocks
not eggs
some haircuts
the cutting edge
Her heart was pounding in her ears and there was sweat forming on her brow as she watched her husband take another punishing blow to the face. He was a strong fighter, but the beating he was getting was too brutal for a gentile woman like her to be watching. I wanted her to stop watching the screen, but she refused to leave for anything. She needed something to take the edge off. So, i slipped a little something in her water, ya know, for her own good. Is that so wrong? The woman was having a panic attack right before my very eyes! She was starting to give me sympathy pains.
I was pushed, to the edge
it was something i had never had to do
i saw my whole life, something i thought i had been happy with flash before my eyes and i realised that it was nothing.
i was scared and disappointed with my life,
but there was nothing i could do now
i was pushed off the edge, and then there was nothing.
The edges scraped me. My knees bled out, flesh escaping its home, I gave up struggling. It seemed as if the more I moved, the tighter they coiled. Everything seems too harsh, too intensified. I never pictured it would be like this. I want out. Out.
I put myself on the edge, I reached out for your hand and you just crossed your arms and let me fall. I still love you with everything I have. I want to die but only if it were for you. Being with you makes me see our children, our dopey minivan, and the road trips that bore the hell out of the kids. I love you. I need you, and this isn’t over yet.
i walked to the edge and looked over
my shoes look good against the ground
the depth of whats before me i dont know
but i could jump and maybe
fall endlessly
I feel like I’m at the edge of sanity. one minute I’m happy and the next I’m depressed. I never know where I’m going to be the next moment. I feel like I’m living on the edge. Some people might say that they like living on the edge, but I just want to find a safe side. I just want security. I just want happiness. Not even happiness. Just contentedness.
I’m on the edge of a very tall cliff. I look over and my feet accidentally bump pebbles into the abyss. If I take one step forward, I am swallowed into the trenches of the earth. I am swallowed into the trees and stones and other bodies that have fallen before me..or jumped.
I’m standing on the edge…but what lies beyond this precipice? Is there Love? Anger? Hope? Sadness? How will I know what to do…who to be? Myself? in this world of possibilities i can be anything i want.. i need only to step over the edge, but it’s terrifying.
He stood at the edge had been for his whole life now more than ever he needed the answers, he needed to understand but the truth was beyond him, beyond his comprehension Looking down at the rocks he wondered if it all meant a thing anyways.
I looked down. I could feel the wind whipping my hair, stinging my eyes. “Don’t jump” a part of my mind screamed. But from up here, it was easy to imagine I could fly. I knew I would crash. But from here, anything seemed possible. Even flight.
I’m standing on the edge of a precipice. It’s a warm sahara afternoon, my ute’s parked roughly four metres away. The clouds have made tangled messes of themselves in a sporadic way and the lazy wind hasn’t been felt all day. Yet, I feel free with my arms lifted up and with the warm sun on my skin. I feel free.
A place to live, where dreams fall off one side and behind is a million of people who wish they could revel in the your decadence. It is a place of danger and unresolved ideas, go forth and peer over the edge but, do not jump unless you feel certain there is an ocean to dive into.
I have been pushed to the edge. Do i fall or do i push back? Often, i find myself on the edge. I look over and see salvation. Why must society push us this far? Is there no point in living? No. The edge is what makes us alive. Its a constant reminder of what we need to fight for in our lives. We have reached an equilibrium of constant pushing where we teeter on the edge.
it’s two in the morning and i’m running my arms across the bed- trying to find you. again i cannot.
again all i find is the edge of the bed.
again i am alone.
The edge. The end of a line. A new beginning. Where observation outweighs application. I cannot cross it on my own.
The edge of the cliff was only a few feet away from her. This was the best part about skiing on the double black diamond slopes, the feeling that the edge was only moments away, and that she could fall off of it any time, her death immanent. She pushed off from the starts, her muscles easily falling into a long practiced pattern.
living on the eddje of the box i poke in and look in to see waht is going on and i keep on living on the edge so temping ot is to jump off of that edjge at times yet i keep on holding on to that edje that is where i find the gems..not many people like to go to the edge …there is less traffic so I find most of the gems on the edge.
Living on the edge is a tricky business. Garble the goblin didn’t much fancy it.
He didn’t much fancy spending five minutes there, in fact, but that was where he was now.
When the elves had held him at gunpoint, he hadn’t expected they’d force him onto the plank. But force him they did. And now he had no plan on getting away.
Good thing he had dynamite.
On the edge of my seat I sit and think as my eyes and heart fall into an array of thoughts turning and twisting in motion like an engine of a audi A6, the life and times of me and my edge of life.
i tried so hard to focus on my homework. why did i procrastinate so much? I was on the edge of falling asleep. I needed to study and ace my test tomorrow. all these words and numbers are making me feel dizzy…
There’s always this edge I find myself standing on at work. Customers that come through for their coffee, they determine whether or not I’m shoved off that edge or pulled to the safety of sanity.
Living on the edge. The edge of a table, the edge of the universe. Edgeless, like a globe. Globular. This Earth. Earth, the planet of a billion wonders. A billion, like stars in the sky. Every star is a galaxy. The universe is endless. Endless, like a circle. Like Discworld. The edge of Discworld.
I’M ON THE EDGE ABOUT TO FALL, THINKING THROUGH ALL THE THINGS THAT COULD HAVE BEEN DIFFERENT
On the edge is a place of confusion. Jump into the unknown or run away never knowing what it is like to truly fly.
i’ve been on the edge before the edge of emotion the edge of what is real, what is normal. The edge is a scarey place to be knowing that jumping would be the begining of nothing and everything all at once
im on the edge of a mountain, about to jump off.
She could feel herself teetering there. Normally it would have terrified her, but for some reason now it was invigorating; knowing that she was on the verge of something new.
I feel like I’m falling off the edge. I see my whole life slipping in front of me. All my friends are gone and everything I’ve once knon is gone completely. I’m falling off the edge myself. I don’t know where I’m falling too but I’m falling and theres nothing to do to stop it. I’m just floating into the nothing that is my lufe.
On the brink of things and its the time one realizes whether you have the courage to jump or not. You are on the edge. Sink or swim. Go. Its your time and you’re the only one wasting it, but don’t let anyone push or pull you.
Edge.
On the edge of sleep, I grope my way around these words of history, but the lullaby of the fan and the soft scritch of my pencil make me want to close my eyes and weep.
I’m falling. There’s nothing I can do to get up though. It’s a large hole. I could fling my arms out as far as I could, and still didn’t feel the walls. Falling still. Did I just wake up? Did I just fall asleep? What the hell? Is that a light? Is that a rabbit? Why the he’ll would there be a rabbit? Hey! He’s got a watch! And white gloves! What does he need those for? White rabbit! Wait! Where are you going?
edge reminds me of lady gaga’s edge of glory song. haha . don’t ask me why, it just does. sjadfkl;jjdsaklfjads;jkl;
I was standing on a precipice. The yawning gap stretched to infinity at my feet and I could feel myself teetering on the brink. I was at the very edge and felt as though the slightest gust of wind could send me falling. Falling until the end of time.
I was standing on the edge, looking over the water. I could see the ship coming closer, slowly dragging something huge behind it. I had no idea what it could be; the hunters weren’t supposed to be back for days but there was no mistaking the blood red flag that flew proudly through the air
the edge was nearer and nearer
i fought it, trying desperately to avoid it
the edge of sanity, the edge of love, the edge of yo
it was the end
i didnt want to fall, but looking down, seeing the bottom
i could do nothing else
i found the edge was beginning
I live on the edge of life like a poweress who yawns like a lion. Strong and fearless and queen of the kingdom, who everyone bows to. They live to please the lion of the forrest. Its a dream to be powerful and brave and beautiful. A beast with a ferocious beauty.
The edge cut into the cement spinning and grinding downward. The scream came and then the blade began to gracefully lurch side ways. The voices of supervisors past screamed warning in his head. Then as the grace ended excruciating pain.
At the edge…you’re almost there. Either climbing over, trying to become something other than what the edge offers or just trying to get whatever it is over with. The edge is a breaking point, the end. May become better or worse
allegedly edgy things:
cliffs
razors
the guitarist from U2
life on the streets
some female recording artists
some makeup looks
some boots
glory (for Gaga)
reason (for Bridget Jones)
rivers (for Keanu Reaves)
River Phoenix (R.I.P.)
crystal meth
rocks
not eggs
some haircuts
the cutting edge
Her heart was pounding in her ears and there was sweat forming on her brow as she watched her husband take another punishing blow to the face. He was a strong fighter, but the beating he was getting was too brutal for a gentile woman like her to be watching. I wanted her to stop watching the screen, but she refused to leave for anything. She needed something to take the edge off. So, i slipped a little something in her water, ya know, for her own good. Is that so wrong? The woman was having a panic attack right before my very eyes! She was starting to give me sympathy pains.
I was pushed, to the edge
it was something i had never had to do
i saw my whole life, something i thought i had been happy with flash before my eyes and i realised that it was nothing.
i was scared and disappointed with my life,
but there was nothing i could do now
i was pushed off the edge, and then there was nothing.
sitting on the edge
watching foam beneath the rocks
splash woosh
the waves break
on the rocks below
on the edge
at the cliff
The edges scraped me. My knees bled out, flesh escaping its home, I gave up struggling. It seemed as if the more I moved, the tighter they coiled. Everything seems too harsh, too intensified. I never pictured it would be like this. I want out. Out.
I put myself on the edge, I reached out for your hand and you just crossed your arms and let me fall. I still love you with everything I have. I want to die but only if it were for you. Being with you makes me see our children, our dopey minivan, and the road trips that bore the hell out of the kids. I love you. I need you, and this isn’t over yet.
i walked to the edge and looked over
my shoes look good against the ground
the depth of whats before me i dont know
but i could jump and maybe
fall endlessly
I feel like I’m at the edge of sanity. one minute I’m happy and the next I’m depressed. I never know where I’m going to be the next moment. I feel like I’m living on the edge. Some people might say that they like living on the edge, but I just want to find a safe side. I just want security. I just want happiness. Not even happiness. Just contentedness.
I’m on the edge of a very tall cliff. I look over and my feet accidentally bump pebbles into the abyss. If I take one step forward, I am swallowed into the trenches of the earth. I am swallowed into the trees and stones and other bodies that have fallen before me..or jumped.