I pulled my helmet off and saw the blood gushing out of my knee and elbow. Ouch. I kicked my skateboard. Stupid thing. I want to skate, but i only seem to get hurt. Everyone laughs. That hurts too. But I’ll show them, I’m going pro.
I remember when you used to skate behind me. Holding onto my backpack for dear life. Laughing and waving in the morning sunlight. Or darkness, depending on the time of year. God I miss those times. You still skate. Just differently now. With different people.
You used this as a comparison for your life, and you were a little disturbed when you heard him echo you. It scares me a little too, but it’s really so universal that it shouldn’t. He said I walk like I’m walking on an ice rink, cautious. I’ll hold your hand.
Skate.
Skating down the river all icy and cold
Can’t believe that my friends are not in the fold
The fold of the sheet
The sheet of the ice
I want him I want him oh
Wouldn’t it be nice
Wouldn’t it be loverly to be where its warm
Oh if only I had him if only he knew
But he doesn’t
I can’t
So I’m stuck here with you.
we don’t know how to skate. on ice. we stumble around, fumbling in our upsidedown bodies. hoping we look like we know what we’re doing. but we don’t. we have fun, just the same. just like we do in love.
All but I have fallen down, “The Rail”. The Rail was a long 10 meter stretch of steel that had never before been conquered. It certainly is a beast if I ever saw one. Here I go-
dum dum da dee dm dum da da dum um da daee dum
da da dee da dum dum dua dee dum dum da da dum dum da de dum
da da dee da daa
da da dee da da
skates are dangerous ccreatures
carrying you on the wings of adventure
skates are slimy rolling beings
skates are whahatmacallm
skates are thrilling hopefhl beings
free spirited
skating’s i’m not very good at, but it’s still really fun, especially when you have lots of friends with you. skating’s whether its’ ice or roller, brings lots of memories to last a lifetime. i don’t know what else to say other than it’s fun. =]
.in your paths, the preacher … the underpath
.. at my speech the one
Disembodied from the flood
Simplest from the wilders
You held out to me the palm of your hand
Emanate your presence
And let me strive and then
Go shadows for your tolerance
With fog rolls in your .. full, your salt
Explains feathers that flip from air
.. as I sold
To be consumed by the snow white cold
If only I could
If only the plastic hold could stand the flame
Then this fabric torch
Would know no shame and be at strict play
With the sun that burns the glory
And honor of your mortal holy name
In the twilight the morning starts to glow
Unmistakable
Keeping me where I go
with smoothing and sway
To be begged
Filled with ancient..”
Then the other voice (which was much harder to work out by the way!) says
Sublime sketch
This principle fuel check
Will keep a decision
To be either emerald with envy
Or emerald with …
fortune doesn’t divvy (??) with..
with a possibility
and I kept mine
To go one green world after the next
No I don’t take bets
Almost notes this
With the sung pages
Of future songs
Reigster from priceless indecisiveness
Alter calm .. designs
From the greatness of change and chance
Free wills merit glorious motive change
With the blueprints of fates reigns mapped
Unrolled from a its silk scroll
.. prance
By the wall to windows face as you dance
Looking out at the spring into a
Neon colors, Its the 80’s personified too much hairspay this is ridiculous the fashion the music the trends of the day were horrendous. The dance moves laughable. Skating was the trendy exercise of the day and though I disapprove full heartedly with the majority of things that came into vogue in the 80’s skating is one of the few that I can get behind. Unfortunately no one does it anymore. We stand on pieces of plywood and surf over concrete, skateboarding which takes little to no effort unless your going to do something exciting on a half pike which is another sort of activity that is almost inseperable from the weed toting teenager or high school drop out who wears pants that don’t fit and shirts with street art on them. Stupid and consumed by a hobby that will take them no where. But I like ice skating, I used to love Kriti Yamoguchi when I was younger. Ice skating is beautiful, cold, cool, peaceful organized.
I have a good friend that I have met here at U of I who skates. I used to think I am terrible at it; however, I have quite the natural talent. Who would have thought? I mean, I’m not clumsy or anything, so it was not a huge shock. Now, I just sound pompous. Oh boy. Anywho, she seems very talented, and I really wish I had that one good skill that sets me apart. Plenty of people are good at that one special thing
skate. it was what i lived for, my purpose, and it was in my blood. How could i live without it? The quick movements of my legs, the soaring through the air, it was what i lived for./ Until the accident…
the ice was thick enough to support the slender girl. her skates were already on her feet, and she quickly glided into the center of the frozen pond. gracefully moving her legs, she weaved around, creating circles, embedding them into the ice.
on ice, it is slippery, sometimes I like to skate on my shoes and slip and slide all over the place. I hate walking on icey sidewalks, makes me think if I could sue someone and get money if I slipped and fell and broke something. Ice skating can be fun if done with friends, I did it alot as a child. great times, yeah
The skate glided smoothly across the ocean floor, its rubbery back gliding seemlessly with the flow of the salty ocean water as thick plumes of green seaweed brush its fluttering underside. The skate glides with the beauty and elegance of a dancer and I am lucky enough to witness it.
I love skating, across ice and streets, like great big asphalt snakes, sliding, whizzing across a journey of great adventures, goals scored, cheering, victories won as the puck slides home into nets, trash cans , windows and and people’s faces
The girl glided across the frozen ice effortlessly. New skate blades slicing into the ice, shedding shards of ice in her wake. Everything around her was crisp and clean. Blue sky above and white snow all around her. Living in the moment. Breathing in the clean air. Clearing out the old energy and in with the new. This is what Saturdays were made for, true joy.
The girl glided across the frozen ice effortlessly, shedding shards of ice in her wake. Everything around her was crisp and clean. Blue sky above and white snow all around her. Living in the moment, breathing in the clean air, clearing out the old energy and in with the new. This is what Saturdays were made for, true joy.
I never really figured out how to skate…I was unsteady, had strawberry shortcake roller skates…even when I got older, I thought, hey, roller skates, particullary when i found some in the goodwill or whatever thriftstore it was, and they were just my size and not blades, but i left them when I moved…i don’t know why exactly, but theer you go
i love helene i love helene
she has already a boyfriend but i dont know I love her I am getting jelous because of the fact that she loves him even if he is not good enough.
what do I have to do to remember if I know how to skate, bruised ass and ego ,, i hated hockey players,,, thats why I quit,,,and I was never cool again,,
Skating is one of the joys of my life. As a child I skated on ponds, the ultimate freedom, gliding for blocks in the evenings under the stars. I have lost the freedom I experienced then.
I never really learned how to skate. As others were gliding past me, free and graceful, I moved jerkily along, always fearing the fall.
That was as a child. Now, as an adult, I am even less graceful, and the fall is a lot further from the ground. Watching those for whom it comes naturally is sad for me.
He was bruised before he fell to the ground, she realized, watching the wheels of the board skid over the railing and come crashing down onto hot, black pavement. She didnt know if she made a noise or not, if the screaming between her ears was real or not, as the body hit sideways, again and again, spiraling downward.
Skate? Like skateboard? Yeah, that could work. I’ve always wanted to learn how to skate, and have one of those cool black and gold skateboards, and skate down a stair way rail, and not bump my head on the floor and bust it open like I once saw in the video I SO do not want to see again. Skate, like ic-skating? Wait, did i spell that wrong? Oh well. I’ve done that once i think. Fell down billions of times then gave up. I was eight , I think. That or younger. Why did my parents even let me skate when i was bloody eight years old, and prone to falling down every single second? Skating hoo-ha hee het, lol! Hahahaha, no one can skate. Everybody skate!! You gotta love skating! I sound like a TV ad! A very lame TV ad!
a sport with cute boys included, bit dangerous but atractive to look at. you need a bt of wood with weels under it and some protection [like helm and wrist protectors]
I skate all the time I have skated everywhere Skating is the thing i love most.i once skated to the top of a mountain and then i skated back down the mountain. Sometimes I just go out and skate i skate to the grocery store and i skate in my back yard sometiems too.
i used to skate in my childhood. i think it is a challenging sport. most of the time, i have to be very careful and i think it helps me with my ability to keep balance. terrif sport!
If my friends liked to skate, would I do it too? Probably. I already have. I love the ripstiks, but I can’t ride them as well as everyone else. I feel awesome when I do though. Most of my friends are boys, and they’re all into skateboarding and BMXing and all that – sometimes I wish I could do all that stuff too. But when they come to school with half their kneecap ripped off, I’m glad I don’t. Waay to painful. And I’m a wimp.
skating on this ice…i remember this phrase. it seems to describe my life right now. i am cheating on her. the neighbor saw me at the restaurant and could see that this was not a casual business dinner. how ludicrous that i thought i could get away with having an affair with a famous singer. could i have ever imagine it? never. i am in awe of the seduction of fame and at my obviously fragile ego, which i thought was so strong and unique. things can turn around in the flip of a a lock of hair, in the turn of a pretty hair and the plumpness of a rosy pair of lips. i am not so sure it’s me in this body, living this dream, yet also a nightmare. i am plagued with what ifs and if i don’ts…what could be, what is and what i know will never be…
what to do, what to do…i am in love with an impossible woman who is possible in my arms…so am i dreaming or just imagining while awake?
I pulled my helmet off and saw the blood gushing out of my knee and elbow. Ouch. I kicked my skateboard. Stupid thing. I want to skate, but i only seem to get hurt. Everyone laughs. That hurts too. But I’ll show them, I’m going pro.
I remember when you used to skate behind me. Holding onto my backpack for dear life. Laughing and waving in the morning sunlight. Or darkness, depending on the time of year. God I miss those times. You still skate. Just differently now. With different people.
You used this as a comparison for your life, and you were a little disturbed when you heard him echo you. It scares me a little too, but it’s really so universal that it shouldn’t. He said I walk like I’m walking on an ice rink, cautious. I’ll hold your hand.
Skate.
Skating down the river all icy and cold
Can’t believe that my friends are not in the fold
The fold of the sheet
The sheet of the ice
I want him I want him oh
Wouldn’t it be nice
Wouldn’t it be loverly to be where its warm
Oh if only I had him if only he knew
But he doesn’t
I can’t
So I’m stuck here with you.
we don’t know how to skate. on ice. we stumble around, fumbling in our upsidedown bodies. hoping we look like we know what we’re doing. but we don’t. we have fun, just the same. just like we do in love.
I love to skate. my son loves to skate . do you think it’s hard to learn to skate. i have pink skates.i t is hard to write about the word skate
my contact lens fell out… I thought I wouldn’t find it… I was at a roller skating rink but my nephew was able to retrieve it for me
i havent been skating in a long time. maybe its because my skates are like 4 sizes to small. I need to get new ones….
All but I have fallen down, “The Rail”. The Rail was a long 10 meter stretch of steel that had never before been conquered. It certainly is a beast if I ever saw one. Here I go-
skate again over my feelings, just glide and don’t think about anything but the movement.
dum dum da dee dm dum da da dum um da daee dum
da da dee da dum dum dua dee dum dum da da dum dum da de dum
da da dee da daa
da da dee da da
skates are dangerous ccreatures
carrying you on the wings of adventure
skates are slimy rolling beings
skates are whahatmacallm
skates are thrilling hopefhl beings
free spirited
skating’s i’m not very good at, but it’s still really fun, especially when you have lots of friends with you. skating’s whether its’ ice or roller, brings lots of memories to last a lifetime. i don’t know what else to say other than it’s fun. =]
.in your paths, the preacher … the underpath
.. at my speech the one
Disembodied from the flood
Simplest from the wilders
You held out to me the palm of your hand
Emanate your presence
And let me strive and then
Go shadows for your tolerance
With fog rolls in your .. full, your salt
Explains feathers that flip from air
.. as I sold
To be consumed by the snow white cold
If only I could
If only the plastic hold could stand the flame
Then this fabric torch
Would know no shame and be at strict play
With the sun that burns the glory
And honor of your mortal holy name
In the twilight the morning starts to glow
Unmistakable
Keeping me where I go
with smoothing and sway
To be begged
Filled with ancient..”
Then the other voice (which was much harder to work out by the way!) says
Sublime sketch
This principle fuel check
Will keep a decision
To be either emerald with envy
Or emerald with …
fortune doesn’t divvy (??) with..
with a possibility
and I kept mine
To go one green world after the next
No I don’t take bets
Almost notes this
With the sung pages
Of future songs
Reigster from priceless indecisiveness
Alter calm .. designs
From the greatness of change and chance
Free wills merit glorious motive change
With the blueprints of fates reigns mapped
Unrolled from a its silk scroll
.. prance
By the wall to windows face as you dance
Looking out at the spring into a
Neon colors, Its the 80’s personified too much hairspay this is ridiculous the fashion the music the trends of the day were horrendous. The dance moves laughable. Skating was the trendy exercise of the day and though I disapprove full heartedly with the majority of things that came into vogue in the 80’s skating is one of the few that I can get behind. Unfortunately no one does it anymore. We stand on pieces of plywood and surf over concrete, skateboarding which takes little to no effort unless your going to do something exciting on a half pike which is another sort of activity that is almost inseperable from the weed toting teenager or high school drop out who wears pants that don’t fit and shirts with street art on them. Stupid and consumed by a hobby that will take them no where. But I like ice skating, I used to love Kriti Yamoguchi when I was younger. Ice skating is beautiful, cold, cool, peaceful organized.
I have a good friend that I have met here at U of I who skates. I used to think I am terrible at it; however, I have quite the natural talent. Who would have thought? I mean, I’m not clumsy or anything, so it was not a huge shock. Now, I just sound pompous. Oh boy. Anywho, she seems very talented, and I really wish I had that one good skill that sets me apart. Plenty of people are good at that one special thing
skate. it was what i lived for, my purpose, and it was in my blood. How could i live without it? The quick movements of my legs, the soaring through the air, it was what i lived for./ Until the accident…
the ice was thick enough to support the slender girl. her skates were already on her feet, and she quickly glided into the center of the frozen pond. gracefully moving her legs, she weaved around, creating circles, embedding them into the ice.
on ice, it is slippery, sometimes I like to skate on my shoes and slip and slide all over the place. I hate walking on icey sidewalks, makes me think if I could sue someone and get money if I slipped and fell and broke something. Ice skating can be fun if done with friends, I did it alot as a child. great times, yeah
The skate glided smoothly across the ocean floor, its rubbery back gliding seemlessly with the flow of the salty ocean water as thick plumes of green seaweed brush its fluttering underside. The skate glides with the beauty and elegance of a dancer and I am lucky enough to witness it.
My feet had wheels until I was 18. Too many car accidents. I’d rather get there myself, thank you. Uphill. Snow. Sun. Fast.
I love skating, across ice and streets, like great big asphalt snakes, sliding, whizzing across a journey of great adventures, goals scored, cheering, victories won as the puck slides home into nets, trash cans , windows and and people’s faces
The girl glided across the frozen ice effortlessly. New skate blades slicing into the ice, shedding shards of ice in her wake. Everything around her was crisp and clean. Blue sky above and white snow all around her. Living in the moment. Breathing in the clean air. Clearing out the old energy and in with the new. This is what Saturdays were made for, true joy.
The girl glided across the frozen ice effortlessly, shedding shards of ice in her wake. Everything around her was crisp and clean. Blue sky above and white snow all around her. Living in the moment, breathing in the clean air, clearing out the old energy and in with the new. This is what Saturdays were made for, true joy.
I never really figured out how to skate…I was unsteady, had strawberry shortcake roller skates…even when I got older, I thought, hey, roller skates, particullary when i found some in the goodwill or whatever thriftstore it was, and they were just my size and not blades, but i left them when I moved…i don’t know why exactly, but theer you go
i love helene i love helene
she has already a boyfriend but i dont know I love her I am getting jelous because of the fact that she loves him even if he is not good enough.
what do I have to do to remember if I know how to skate, bruised ass and ego ,, i hated hockey players,,, thats why I quit,,,and I was never cool again,,
Loveless date abates the state of mind that finds the time to state how every correlating mate does nothing more than invoke hate.
Skating is one of the joys of my life. As a child I skated on ponds, the ultimate freedom, gliding for blocks in the evenings under the stars. I have lost the freedom I experienced then.
I never really learned how to skate. As others were gliding past me, free and graceful, I moved jerkily along, always fearing the fall.
That was as a child. Now, as an adult, I am even less graceful, and the fall is a lot further from the ground. Watching those for whom it comes naturally is sad for me.
He was bruised before he fell to the ground, she realized, watching the wheels of the board skid over the railing and come crashing down onto hot, black pavement. She didnt know if she made a noise or not, if the screaming between her ears was real or not, as the body hit sideways, again and again, spiraling downward.
I like to skate. I remember being 6 years old, just rolling down this street with the wind blowing in my face, enjoying the sunshine and clear skies.
Skate? Like skateboard? Yeah, that could work. I’ve always wanted to learn how to skate, and have one of those cool black and gold skateboards, and skate down a stair way rail, and not bump my head on the floor and bust it open like I once saw in the video I SO do not want to see again. Skate, like ic-skating? Wait, did i spell that wrong? Oh well. I’ve done that once i think. Fell down billions of times then gave up. I was eight , I think. That or younger. Why did my parents even let me skate when i was bloody eight years old, and prone to falling down every single second? Skating hoo-ha hee het, lol! Hahahaha, no one can skate. Everybody skate!! You gotta love skating! I sound like a TV ad! A very lame TV ad!
skating along we try to enact our promises of life love and each other. doing the best we can, being the best versions of ourselves we can be.
she glides.
smooth and painlessly across pavement.
if fallen on, will rip skin
and draw blood.
and make her cry.
and we hope the pavement’s not hot.
a sport with cute boys included, bit dangerous but atractive to look at. you need a bt of wood with weels under it and some protection [like helm and wrist protectors]
I skate all the time I have skated everywhere Skating is the thing i love most.i once skated to the top of a mountain and then i skated back down the mountain. Sometimes I just go out and skate i skate to the grocery store and i skate in my back yard sometiems too.
i used to skate in my childhood. i think it is a challenging sport. most of the time, i have to be very careful and i think it helps me with my ability to keep balance. terrif sport!
sliding, gliding, never stopping, never looking back. never, never… keep moving forward, ever faster, ever surer, ever better, ever, ever…
If my friends liked to skate, would I do it too? Probably. I already have. I love the ripstiks, but I can’t ride them as well as everyone else. I feel awesome when I do though. Most of my friends are boys, and they’re all into skateboarding and BMXing and all that – sometimes I wish I could do all that stuff too. But when they come to school with half their kneecap ripped off, I’m glad I don’t. Waay to painful. And I’m a wimp.
skating on this ice…i remember this phrase. it seems to describe my life right now. i am cheating on her. the neighbor saw me at the restaurant and could see that this was not a casual business dinner. how ludicrous that i thought i could get away with having an affair with a famous singer. could i have ever imagine it? never. i am in awe of the seduction of fame and at my obviously fragile ego, which i thought was so strong and unique. things can turn around in the flip of a a lock of hair, in the turn of a pretty hair and the plumpness of a rosy pair of lips. i am not so sure it’s me in this body, living this dream, yet also a nightmare. i am plagued with what ifs and if i don’ts…what could be, what is and what i know will never be…
what to do, what to do…i am in love with an impossible woman who is possible in my arms…so am i dreaming or just imagining while awake?