The rain on the roof brings back many memories, both good and bad. The bad I have archived to the very depths of my soul, the good I keep for rainy day memories, little bites of nostalgia.
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! My roof better not be on fire because it would smash my dog. Then I would have nowhere to live. Sad face. But I like fire. We could have smores!!!
i sat on the roof to watch the side effects of the night sky. it looked like it would pour. the roof has shingles that were scattered around my feet. i lost control on the roof. i forgot what i was about. i re read my life. i re did my ideal. i hated the roof.
the roof leaked. the roof was on top of the house. the roof is on fire? roof. a dog could say roof. the roof was decrepid, falling apart, just like the rest of the house. it had been sitting abandoned for years, until finally someone had the decency to buy it and fix it up. thankfully they are not just demolishing it.
Salty water runs into my mouth, and I don’t try to hold it back. My hands rub against the rough rooftop, where I’m sitting to be alone. I need to escape this world, go somewhere high above where civilization lies. I wish I could just fly away, but this roof is about as far as I’m gonna be able to get until the precious day I get my license. So why wait? Why waste another second here when I could be somewhere pain free, where bad things don’t happen to innocent people for no reason. No one wants me here. But I have people that love me up there now, and theres no reason to stay. I don’t care if they want me to live my life to the fullest. I just don’t care, this is my decision. Slowly, letting one last tear fall from my cheek, I lift my foot off the rof and jump.
standing there, all day. peering out into the open. a baron wasteland, waiting for salvation. this place needs saving. more than that, this place needs someone willing to save it.
the roof was no longer a the rich green of the moss that used to cover it. it was now a dark grey… like it was matching the feelings of its now former owner. Oh the joyful days that house and roof had seen.
The roof over our heads is the sky. Naksibendi Hakkani way, is like the sky, covering everyone and everything. It is a way to Eternity and when you submit to the will of you creator, you will see that there is nothing but limitless beauty on each tier of heaven.
It’s fun to be on; flat but sometimes also quite steep! Many people jump of it too:D Santa lands there with his reindeer.. though I’ve never heard him. I like being there! Watching the sunset.
The rain on the roof brings back many memories, both good and bad. The bad I have archived to the very depths of my soul, the good I keep for rainy day memories, little bites of nostalgia.
She wants to jump so bad
its itching in her brain
she’s thinking of the words
she’d never say again
and as her foot hovers
Her hair twisting with the breeze
She thinks of all the guys
How they’d never be at ease
What a fun little game
She played with their hearts
Psuedo incoherancies
Twisting words and thoughts
Bullet words and lulla-lies linger on her tounge
She wants a better place
she wants to be someone.
A better world with bluer skies
She wants to break from lust and lies
She wants the smell of Axe and sweat
To never leave her with such pain and regret
She wants a man.
She wants she wants
She truly, honestly, wants a lot.
She shuts her eyes tight.
Starring down,
At the worthless hell hole of a town
“Shit” she spits, she speaks the same.
Such strong language
From an innocent dame.
The worlds a blur
What couldve been
Maybe it’d go different
Or it’d be the same.
From this crumbling roof
she mutters the words
And falls on
d
o
w
n.
“I love you”
The roof, the roof, the roof is on fire! My roof better not be on fire because it would smash my dog. Then I would have nowhere to live. Sad face. But I like fire. We could have smores!!!
i sat on the roof to watch the side effects of the night sky. it looked like it would pour. the roof has shingles that were scattered around my feet. i lost control on the roof. i forgot what i was about. i re read my life. i re did my ideal. i hated the roof.
the roof leaked. the roof was on top of the house. the roof is on fire? roof. a dog could say roof. the roof was decrepid, falling apart, just like the rest of the house. it had been sitting abandoned for years, until finally someone had the decency to buy it and fix it up. thankfully they are not just demolishing it.
Salty water runs into my mouth, and I don’t try to hold it back. My hands rub against the rough rooftop, where I’m sitting to be alone. I need to escape this world, go somewhere high above where civilization lies. I wish I could just fly away, but this roof is about as far as I’m gonna be able to get until the precious day I get my license. So why wait? Why waste another second here when I could be somewhere pain free, where bad things don’t happen to innocent people for no reason. No one wants me here. But I have people that love me up there now, and theres no reason to stay. I don’t care if they want me to live my life to the fullest. I just don’t care, this is my decision. Slowly, letting one last tear fall from my cheek, I lift my foot off the rof and jump.
standing there, all day. peering out into the open. a baron wasteland, waiting for salvation. this place needs saving. more than that, this place needs someone willing to save it.
i must be their savior.
the roof was no longer a the rich green of the moss that used to cover it. it was now a dark grey… like it was matching the feelings of its now former owner. Oh the joyful days that house and roof had seen.
Rest of our feelings go unnoticed. Why is emotion so multi-layered and complex? What survival instinct is THAT??? Rebuilding out of failure …
snoopy sleeps on his roof of the dog house
my roof is orangish brown and is tiled
The roof over our heads is the sky. Naksibendi Hakkani way, is like the sky, covering everyone and everything. It is a way to Eternity and when you submit to the will of you creator, you will see that there is nothing but limitless beauty on each tier of heaven.
It’s fun to be on; flat but sometimes also quite steep! Many people jump of it too:D Santa lands there with his reindeer.. though I’ve never heard him. I like being there! Watching the sunset.