she stood on the roof, looking down at the traffic below
the wind rushed through her hair as she took a deep breath
no
she shouldn’t do it, she /wouldn’t/ do it
at least… not yet
with a twirl she turned around and walked away from the ledge
maybe next time.
The stared over the edge, the fog covering everything below them. It was probably a stupid idea but they really didn’t have any other choice. Either jump or be killed by whatever was chasing them through the forest. Oh well…
I saw him from across the train. He was sitting there with his fedora, plaid shirt reading an book. My eyes caught his. I just had to jump on him. Tear his shirt off with my teeth.
jump off, jump in, the waters warm, dont be afraid, drop the inhibitions. no need to fear, what is it but a thought you can suppress, mind over matter, but if you jump from something too tall your head might splatter. take care and mind your approximation. look before you leap and dont become susceptible to persuasion
I jump from one topic to the next all day. Constantly reading, constantly thinking, but before I can really process it and let it sink in, I jump to the next, leaving me with shallow opinions, shallow ideas. I need to stop jumping.
Jumping into the sweet abyss I observe all that is around me. I see stars, memories, nightmares, clouds, earths that have not been, dimensions you cannot feel, and questions that have not been answered. I observe and wonder at my humanity and the energy inside of me.
He was running wildly but he couldn’t tell from what. HE rapidly approached a cliff and slid wildly to a sop. H was terrified but he didn’t know what to do. That is until he heard a voice, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from but it felt calming. It told him to jump and He would catch me. I yelled “who are you?” the voice replied “I am God, do you trust me?” I said “yes, with all my heart” He said again, “then Jump and I will catch you”. So I jumped…
Shoes neatly arranged in two pairs, side by side in the gravel. He even chose to strip off his socks too, dropping them over the edge of the world, their impact too soft to make a splash. The boulder under his toes was warmer than expected.
Had it always been so, or was life already leaving him?
Ever the people-pleaser, he found himself at this edge, not alone. She was beautiful, in her own way, but any third dimension to her character were only reflections of himself. Therefore, he never loved her in the least.
And yet she thought he was here for her.
She was silent—probably—but he was a few hundred miles and several years in the past.
“You’re supposed to ask, ‘how high?’”
Having never heard this phrase, he took it as a joke, a pact, a job for him to contribute to the organism of a pack-mentality friendship. They would pat him on the back and laugh as if he was part of the grand fun, not the object of it. “They tell me to ask to prove my dedication. They can trust me with this, they trust me. It’s a thing only for insiders, like a secret handshake. This is where I belong.”
The worst day of his life was finding out the truth. If he had been allowed his ignorance, he wouldn’t be warming the soles of his feet while his toes were supported by the breeze. Was he stupid, naïve, too trusting in the goodness of people? Perhaps all of them. Perhaps they all meant ‘stupid.’
She held out her hand so that they may go together. She said it under her breath—not an order, a prediction, a push for herself as she now tried to convince herself this is what she wanted. All he could do is lean forward, hands empty and alone, and out came a conditioned response before a leap:
“How high?”
Shoes neatly arranged in two pairs, side by side in the gravel. He even chose to strip off his socks too, dropping them over the edge of the world, their impact too soft to make a splash. The boulder under his toes was warmer than expected.
Had it always been so, or was life already leaving him?
Ever the people-pleaser, he found himself at this edge, not alone. She was beautiful, in her own way, but any third dimension to her character were only reflections of himself. Therefore, he never loved her in the least.
And yet she thought he was here for her.
She was silent—probably—but he was a few hundred miles and several years in the past.
“You’re supposed to ask, ‘how high?’”
Having never heard this phrase, he took it as a joke, a pact, a job for him to contribute to the organism of a pack-mentality friendship. They would pat him on the back and laugh as if he was part of the grand fun, not the object of it. “They tell me to ask to prove my dedication. They can trust me with this, they trust me. It’s a thing only for insiders, like a secret handshake. This is where I belong.”
The worst day of his life was finding out the truth. If he had been allowed his ignorance, he wouldn’t be warming the soles of his feet while his toes were supported by the breeze. Was he stupid, naïve, too trusting in the goodness of people? Perhaps all of them. Perhaps they all meant ‘stupid.’
She held out her hand so that they may go together. She said it under her breath—not an order, a prediction, a push for herself as she now tried to convince herself this is what she wanted. All he could do is lean forward, hands empty and alone, and out came a conditioned response before a leap:
“How high?”
Wenn ich doch nur springen könnte, so richtig hoch und weit und elastisch springen. Wenn ich Jumping Jacks mache, geht das manchmal ganz leicht, meine Knöchel federn meinen Körper in die Luft, ich fliege für einen Moment. Ich wünschte, es wäre immer so. Ich wünschte, ich könnte federleicht springen und ich würde immer sicher landen. Immer.
“Just jump!” he yelled, “I promise I’ll catch you!”
“Yeah, right.” I called, looking back over my shoulder. I knew I could make it. The drop wasn’t too far. The real question was, did I want to? Once we left it would be final, but he looked at me with those endless blue eyes, so I let go and plunged into the unknown. All for him.
Higher than he had before, which was important because there was also more at stake this time than any other time before. There were crocodiles, snakes, spikes, and sewer dumpings down there. A fall would surely mean death.
Not even thinking, I always take the dive. I prefer to align my life by the idea of duplicity. There are often two sides to every story, and an in-between. I speak my words, spin the wheel, roll the dice and await my destiny.
Jumping around like a hooligan, he looks for his damn eraser. Little kids are so irritating. I much prefer my 6th and 8th graders. I can at least banter with them without their crying yo their mommies.
She curled and uncurled her toes, wishing she had already jumped and that she wasn’t just standing there, staring blankly at the waves below. Everyone else had already gone and was swimming back to shore for another dive. Only Marc remained, treading water and beckoning her on.
Would the water meet her like cement? How far could you fall without hurting yourself? Could she actually swim?
“Come on!” called Marc, his voice sounding especially distant. “It’s not so bad!”
She took a deep breath, willing herself forward… then slowly turned and walked away from the edge.
I stood at the edge of the cliff. My feet shivered with cold expectation. I looked down as the waves ravished the cliffs below. “I can do this,” I thought. I could feel the cold air on my back, as if it was encouraging me to take the leap. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and dove in. It was glorious.
[Verse 1]
(I rememember 99Cent syrup and no allowances)
(finesse through relationships, no counterfeit)
(buisnesses begin countin chips)
(soothe souls all around)
jump into the camry with wide smile
because we know we used to have mom on speed dial
no were pushing gas full throttle
on newer model
middle class vehicle
but the wheels still turn forward
if modesty plays the part
in every endeavour,
because growth is like a plant
that needs the water
of reality
for your own, good,
be humble,
and watch how,
inner self recoats into an elaboarte jacket
that protects from all forces of nature.
jack was jumping over the mountain when the ogre tried to smoosh him with his foot. Only, the ogre missed and he flew right through the ogre’s toes and up above his toenail. The angered ogre tried to shake him off, but jack could jump over montains and was not deterred. He just jumped into the horizon and waved the ogre goodbye in the distance.
Jump and you say how high. Just do what I say. Why do you have to argue? Why can’t you just do what I say. I am the parent. I am the one in charge. The terror of being yelled at for being scolded for being a free thinker and for going outside the lines to achieve the same end. Why do we stifle and kill the spirit of so many?
She held her breath, she readied her knees, she tried not to let her hands shake. She looked over the edge. Oh wow. It’s deeper than it looked the first time.
Jump into the abyss. Into the unknown. Do something new every day. It’s normally not as scary as it seems. It’s the unknown part that’s scary. So just jump. Because then you’ll know, and the fear will fade.
we’ve all gone through the same
leaps of faith, the defiance of the
chasm and of gravity.
yet we fail so often.
fall so much.
why weren’t we born with wings?
Everyone around you screams not to do it. The signs protest, even the birds sound like they’re sending you a warning. But you aren’t one to trust others’ judgement for you anymore. You know what you want. You do it anyway. You jump.
She didn’t think, she knew that just made it harder. She kept the image of all of the people she thought she could confide in turning away in the back of her mind. She was always the comedic relief, so when she really tried to voice how she felt, they all just turned away or cut her off telling her to shut up or that now was not the time for jokes. She eventually gave up trying to get help. Nobody took her seriously. She balled up her fists, they will take her seriously after this, they will think back to how they brushed her off and they will cry because they could have prevented all of this. With that last thought lingering, she stepped forward on the old rickety bridge above the coarsing river, closed her eyes, and jumped.
Jump higher! Run faster! Swim farther! Join the navy today! That’s what they asked for, and that’s what they got. The recruits jumped, ran, and swam through the obsticle course and the drill instructors yelled behind them making everyone nervous.
Maybe this was too dire, I told myself.
But there was no time to listen to whispers of the mind, now;
I didn’t care.
And it seems as though nobody did.
I looked down at the cars and at the people walking casually without knowledge of me.
It was time.
I jumped on the table and I begin dancing. The table toppled and I slid on the floor and broke my leg. What a dance that could never be! Will I have another chance to try my dancing skills.
I jumped. Not off of a building, not out of a moving car, but I jumped. It was one of the biggest moments of my life.
After not being able to move my legs for months, such a simple action felt like I was flying– I could have jumped an inch off the ground and still felt like I was floating on some amazing cloud.
Everything that you order, he does for you. You ask him to run, and he’ll break his own legs racing across painful terrain and unfriendly territory. You ask him to jump, he’ll climb to the tallest peak of a mountain and leap from its pointed nose into the ravine below. And if he’s still alive and functioning by then, you could ask him to get you the finest tea in China, and if you give him a few days, weeks, or months, he’ll come crawling back to you with teabags and a splintered smile.
she stood on the roof, looking down at the traffic below
the wind rushed through her hair as she took a deep breath
no
she shouldn’t do it, she /wouldn’t/ do it
at least… not yet
with a twirl she turned around and walked away from the ledge
maybe next time.
Just upped my pulse
The stared over the edge, the fog covering everything below them. It was probably a stupid idea but they really didn’t have any other choice. Either jump or be killed by whatever was chasing them through the forest. Oh well…
I saw him from across the train. He was sitting there with his fedora, plaid shirt reading an book. My eyes caught his. I just had to jump on him. Tear his shirt off with my teeth.
jump off, jump in, the waters warm, dont be afraid, drop the inhibitions. no need to fear, what is it but a thought you can suppress, mind over matter, but if you jump from something too tall your head might splatter. take care and mind your approximation. look before you leap and dont become susceptible to persuasion
I jump from one topic to the next all day. Constantly reading, constantly thinking, but before I can really process it and let it sink in, I jump to the next, leaving me with shallow opinions, shallow ideas. I need to stop jumping.
Jumping into the sweet abyss I observe all that is around me. I see stars, memories, nightmares, clouds, earths that have not been, dimensions you cannot feel, and questions that have not been answered. I observe and wonder at my humanity and the energy inside of me.
He was running wildly but he couldn’t tell from what. HE rapidly approached a cliff and slid wildly to a sop. H was terrified but he didn’t know what to do. That is until he heard a voice, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from but it felt calming. It told him to jump and He would catch me. I yelled “who are you?” the voice replied “I am God, do you trust me?” I said “yes, with all my heart” He said again, “then Jump and I will catch you”. So I jumped…
Shoes neatly arranged in two pairs, side by side in the gravel. He even chose to strip off his socks too, dropping them over the edge of the world, their impact too soft to make a splash. The boulder under his toes was warmer than expected.
Had it always been so, or was life already leaving him?
Ever the people-pleaser, he found himself at this edge, not alone. She was beautiful, in her own way, but any third dimension to her character were only reflections of himself. Therefore, he never loved her in the least.
And yet she thought he was here for her.
She was silent—probably—but he was a few hundred miles and several years in the past.
“You’re supposed to ask, ‘how high?’”
Having never heard this phrase, he took it as a joke, a pact, a job for him to contribute to the organism of a pack-mentality friendship. They would pat him on the back and laugh as if he was part of the grand fun, not the object of it. “They tell me to ask to prove my dedication. They can trust me with this, they trust me. It’s a thing only for insiders, like a secret handshake. This is where I belong.”
The worst day of his life was finding out the truth. If he had been allowed his ignorance, he wouldn’t be warming the soles of his feet while his toes were supported by the breeze. Was he stupid, naïve, too trusting in the goodness of people? Perhaps all of them. Perhaps they all meant ‘stupid.’
She held out her hand so that they may go together. She said it under her breath—not an order, a prediction, a push for herself as she now tried to convince herself this is what she wanted. All he could do is lean forward, hands empty and alone, and out came a conditioned response before a leap:
“How high?”
Jump
Shoes neatly arranged in two pairs, side by side in the gravel. He even chose to strip off his socks too, dropping them over the edge of the world, their impact too soft to make a splash. The boulder under his toes was warmer than expected.
Had it always been so, or was life already leaving him?
Ever the people-pleaser, he found himself at this edge, not alone. She was beautiful, in her own way, but any third dimension to her character were only reflections of himself. Therefore, he never loved her in the least.
And yet she thought he was here for her.
She was silent—probably—but he was a few hundred miles and several years in the past.
“You’re supposed to ask, ‘how high?’”
Having never heard this phrase, he took it as a joke, a pact, a job for him to contribute to the organism of a pack-mentality friendship. They would pat him on the back and laugh as if he was part of the grand fun, not the object of it. “They tell me to ask to prove my dedication. They can trust me with this, they trust me. It’s a thing only for insiders, like a secret handshake. This is where I belong.”
The worst day of his life was finding out the truth. If he had been allowed his ignorance, he wouldn’t be warming the soles of his feet while his toes were supported by the breeze. Was he stupid, naïve, too trusting in the goodness of people? Perhaps all of them. Perhaps they all meant ‘stupid.’
She held out her hand so that they may go together. She said it under her breath—not an order, a prediction, a push for herself as she now tried to convince herself this is what she wanted. All he could do is lean forward, hands empty and alone, and out came a conditioned response before a leap:
“How high?”
Wenn ich doch nur springen könnte, so richtig hoch und weit und elastisch springen. Wenn ich Jumping Jacks mache, geht das manchmal ganz leicht, meine Knöchel federn meinen Körper in die Luft, ich fliege für einen Moment. Ich wünschte, es wäre immer so. Ich wünschte, ich könnte federleicht springen und ich würde immer sicher landen. Immer.
jump
and the sky falls down to
meet you
“Just jump!” he yelled, “I promise I’ll catch you!”
“Yeah, right.” I called, looking back over my shoulder. I knew I could make it. The drop wasn’t too far. The real question was, did I want to? Once we left it would be final, but he looked at me with those endless blue eyes, so I let go and plunged into the unknown. All for him.
Higher than he had before, which was important because there was also more at stake this time than any other time before. There were crocodiles, snakes, spikes, and sewer dumpings down there. A fall would surely mean death.
Not even thinking, I always take the dive. I prefer to align my life by the idea of duplicity. There are often two sides to every story, and an in-between. I speak my words, spin the wheel, roll the dice and await my destiny.
Jumping around like a hooligan, he looks for his damn eraser. Little kids are so irritating. I much prefer my 6th and 8th graders. I can at least banter with them without their crying yo their mommies.
The water looked awfully far away.
She curled and uncurled her toes, wishing she had already jumped and that she wasn’t just standing there, staring blankly at the waves below. Everyone else had already gone and was swimming back to shore for another dive. Only Marc remained, treading water and beckoning her on.
Would the water meet her like cement? How far could you fall without hurting yourself? Could she actually swim?
“Come on!” called Marc, his voice sounding especially distant. “It’s not so bad!”
She took a deep breath, willing herself forward… then slowly turned and walked away from the edge.
I stood at the edge of the cliff. My feet shivered with cold expectation. I looked down as the waves ravished the cliffs below. “I can do this,” I thought. I could feel the cold air on my back, as if it was encouraging me to take the leap. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and dove in. It was glorious.
[Verse 1]
(I rememember 99Cent syrup and no allowances)
(finesse through relationships, no counterfeit)
(buisnesses begin countin chips)
(soothe souls all around)
jump into the camry with wide smile
because we know we used to have mom on speed dial
no were pushing gas full throttle
on newer model
middle class vehicle
but the wheels still turn forward
if modesty plays the part
in every endeavour,
because growth is like a plant
that needs the water
of reality
for your own, good,
be humble,
and watch how,
inner self recoats into an elaboarte jacket
that protects from all forces of nature.
jack was jumping over the mountain when the ogre tried to smoosh him with his foot. Only, the ogre missed and he flew right through the ogre’s toes and up above his toenail. The angered ogre tried to shake him off, but jack could jump over montains and was not deterred. He just jumped into the horizon and waved the ogre goodbye in the distance.
Jump and you say how high. Just do what I say. Why do you have to argue? Why can’t you just do what I say. I am the parent. I am the one in charge. The terror of being yelled at for being scolded for being a free thinker and for going outside the lines to achieve the same end. Why do we stifle and kill the spirit of so many?
She held her breath, she readied her knees, she tried not to let her hands shake. She looked over the edge. Oh wow. It’s deeper than it looked the first time.
I hesitate because fear swallows me whole. it stops me from doing what is not only right but necessary
Jump into the abyss. Into the unknown. Do something new every day. It’s normally not as scary as it seems. It’s the unknown part that’s scary. So just jump. Because then you’ll know, and the fear will fade.
we’ve all gone through the same
leaps of faith, the defiance of the
chasm and of gravity.
yet we fail so often.
fall so much.
why weren’t we born with wings?
She skipped,
Leaped, Ran
and Flew.
Across the boundary, the horizon
And the border they made.
And when she reached the end,
She yelled “Jump!”.
Everyone around you screams not to do it. The signs protest, even the birds sound like they’re sending you a warning. But you aren’t one to trust others’ judgement for you anymore. You know what you want. You do it anyway. You jump.
Jumping jacks, jump rope, jump jump jump. My son has just learned to jump and now he jumps off two steps. his legs are stronger now.
She didn’t think, she knew that just made it harder. She kept the image of all of the people she thought she could confide in turning away in the back of her mind. She was always the comedic relief, so when she really tried to voice how she felt, they all just turned away or cut her off telling her to shut up or that now was not the time for jokes. She eventually gave up trying to get help. Nobody took her seriously. She balled up her fists, they will take her seriously after this, they will think back to how they brushed her off and they will cry because they could have prevented all of this. With that last thought lingering, she stepped forward on the old rickety bridge above the coarsing river, closed her eyes, and jumped.
Jumping from 16000 feet above the ground. Sky diving… Oh what a feeling!
Bungee jump.. my eyes are on you :D
Jump higher! Run faster! Swim farther! Join the navy today! That’s what they asked for, and that’s what they got. The recruits jumped, ran, and swam through the obsticle course and the drill instructors yelled behind them making everyone nervous.
jump for joy
reach for the sun
fly free
until you fall
and do it again
and again
until the earth is just a
d i s t a n t
memory
Flowers bloomed ceaselessly into the dark sky.
Fireworks.
I peered at you from my corner.
You were jumping. Like a child.
Another flower, but closer.
Maybe this was too dire, I told myself.
But there was no time to listen to whispers of the mind, now;
I didn’t care.
And it seems as though nobody did.
I looked down at the cars and at the people walking casually without knowledge of me.
It was time.
I jumped on the table and I begin dancing. The table toppled and I slid on the floor and broke my leg. What a dance that could never be! Will I have another chance to try my dancing skills.
you say jump
i say how high
you say run
i say how far
but when you say
don’t touch my
garlic bread
i’m absolutely
going to touch
your garlic bread
I jumped. Not off of a building, not out of a moving car, but I jumped. It was one of the biggest moments of my life.
After not being able to move my legs for months, such a simple action felt like I was flying– I could have jumped an inch off the ground and still felt like I was floating on some amazing cloud.
she told me to jump once.
I didn’t know what she meant. I looked at her, frightened, scared out of my wits. Her hand on my back, she said it again
“Jump”
I looked down at the choppy waters, below.
“I’ll never make it!” I said, “please! You’re scaring me!”
and with that, she jumped.
I built myself a bridge,
and got half way over it
before the thought of
jumping entered my mind…
Everything that you order, he does for you. You ask him to run, and he’ll break his own legs racing across painful terrain and unfriendly territory. You ask him to jump, he’ll climb to the tallest peak of a mountain and leap from its pointed nose into the ravine below. And if he’s still alive and functioning by then, you could ask him to get you the finest tea in China, and if you give him a few days, weeks, or months, he’ll come crawling back to you with teabags and a splintered smile.