There is a tower on most castles and in stories, there is always a beautiful princess living inside. Of course, there is also usually a fire breathing dragon or some other obstacle. But these lucky ladies always seem to make it.
He towers over me. Many things do. I am short, my husband is tall. I would love to see the eiffle tower one day. And the Tower of London. I wish I were taller.
pisa the land where i was born. i wonder if it will fall or if we shall be able to keep it erect with modernity. if we add does it somehow loose what it represents. perhasd this idea of permamanence is not appropririate. why should we even be concerned w
I went to the tower last night to think but I couldn’t. something was clouding my mind, rather someone. I didn’t know what to do. she was always on my mind, we were always talking. what did it mean?
the tower was in the top of the city. She was standing in the window as she looked down on the ant like people. He was down there somewhere…
He looked up at the giant tower, gazing at the windows as he smiled. She would never guess that he was down there, after all, they all look like ants to her. So, to make sure she knows it’s him, he decided to meet her at the top.
the tower was in the top of the city. She was standing in the window as she looked down on the ant like people. He was down there somewhere…
He looked up at the giant tower, gazing at the windows as he smiled. She would never guess that he was down there, after all, they all look like ants to her. So, to make sure she knows it’s him, he decided to meet her at the top.
i think this sounds phallic but i don’t want to say it. i want to be higher than anyone else. i want to be the queen. he always told me i would be the queen that i was the queen. my grandmother is the queen but i don’t want to be her. i want to be queen of my gay boy kingdom. i think i would have a crown made of sprinkles or something. i don’t know what it would be like to rule. i think i’d want friends.
Help me escape imprisonment
Lock me away
With you
In you
Tonight
Love me
Hold me
Conceal me from the others
Keep me safe and happy
Decadent
Loving you
Your madness
Overwhelms me
Feeds my own
Insanity
Curious
Experiment
Careful
Fragile
Torn
Beautiful
Passion
Warmth
Safety
Care
Our sight
Our hearts
Our minds
Our lives
So different
So similar
Our laughter
Mingles with the night air
The clothes on the floor
Remind me of home
The good home
Not my home
So lucky
To have each other
Wish upon a star
Wish for it to last
Your scent
Captivates me
And I can’t help but think
Who are we?
Who are you, my tower?
My protective sanctuary
My loving enclosure
Safe forever in your arms
He looked at himself.
Himself looked back at him.
you are tall, he thought.
too tall, he thought back.he bent to look at his face in the mirror.
does it really matter how bad his acne is if no-one can see his face?
The top of the tower is touching the edges of the sky. It scrapes along the darkened gray blue. The depression that hangs in the air fills my lungs, it fills my thoughts, and I realise that I am lost again. I remember why I left this place.
hi im bord but im tired. and not just tired like im physically exhausted( cuz i am) but tired of evertyhign around me that i have to deal with all day. the people, the stupid girls i go to school with, the guy that i cant stop thinking about but i bet hardly does the same. and now i just want to sleep…
It’s so tall and amazing. Reaches up to God. Can you tell me what He’s saying? cause I cant hear down here. so lost and confused. but towers…are high in the air and stand confident. until a fucking plane crashes into them. damn them. at least they had their chance in the heavens. legit man. tower.
I’m short. Everything is larger then, you see on a whole ‘nother level there. It’s like diving into the ocean – you get lost in a sea of torsos and waists, butts and forearms. Tall women, tall guys, the don’t really intimidate me, I’m just in a kind of state of awe…because most of the time they’re beautiful too.
i am sitting in my ivory tower, waiting for my prince to come. i doubt that it will ever happen, though. honestly, is there even a prince out there for me? for anyone? for any woman or man? i don’t think we are limited to only one. that would be unfair, wouldn’t it? you could miss out on everything you ever wanted just by being ignorant.
The huge tower seemed to never end as it stretched towards the sky. I craned my neck to try to get a better view but with the immense size, it just wasn’t possible.
she lived on the seventeenth floor. gun on the table she was thinking about last night. it was so over she tought as she reached for the gun and …bam she never though a thing again.
the eiffle tower. top. winning everyone. self esteem issues. on top. being on top. topping everyone. competition. being high. the penthouse. high in the mountains. looking down on people, houses, buildings, etc. the church bell.
It’s tall looming and foreboding bad things; very bad things. You walk towards it quite unashamed; it is only a dream right? It doesn’t matter if you die this time. But as its shadow casts over you, you feel as if you won’t wake up.
a tower can be tall but it can also be short. did you ever see that movie the two towers? smeagle is a scumbag, i feel like. always trying to trick the hobbits into poor path-decisions. you can also tower over something. like shaq. or yao ming. how can an asian man be so good at basketball? and so tall?
buildings, could be a place where dreams are made, goals are achieved, days are ruined, or millions are made. nothing but concrete and windows aesthetically.
tower of cards, loaded in the bank of decks. a small child walks up the side, and stands looking down on the eternal abiss below. there is a bird flying through the air. it lands on the tower very precariously. however, the tower does not move, as if it is frozen in time.
halley tower made hockey captain over me. it’s okay because she was good to everyone this season and everyone looks up and respects her. i love halley tower and i am happy that we’re friends now. i wish i could be like halley tower. she is everyone’s favorite.
The tower loomed above us. Icraned my neck to try and see the top. It seemed to just go on and on. Never ending. The tower was both beautiful and ugly. It had been left, unatended and unloved for years yet it’s beauty seeped through
below the sky lived a tower, a tower that stood among sand, and all those flecks and pieces of sand were us human beings. and that larger tower, is our sun. and the entire world is our glaxy, and our galaxy is the secter in the unverise where we live, and the secter is the univers. im hih can ya tell?
One of my favorite places ever has got to be the Eiffel tower. It’s amazing how something that was once so feared for being new, for being different, for people thinking it was going to fall…amazing.
There was a fantastical cell phone tower in the center of a mystical urban neighborhood. All of the citizens cried out to it, hoping to hear it return their cellular calls. I found it a funny thing, but I respect them for it. I, too, have found myself praising the tower. I wrote this on my phone.
leaning tower of pizza with flowers all around, little girls in white dresses dancing around picking flowers, the time traveler’s wife, pizza place in princeton that my family always goes to,
the fortress stood, impenetrable, dark, looming. it’s a new challenge with a familiar face. it’s anything and everything you need it to be, but, huge and unable to defeat though it may seem, you know every component of its structure – and you know that to defeat it, you need only remove its foundation and it will fall by itself.
Towers of London were a band from the UK who were briefly popular. They punched my ex-boyfriend’s drummer in the face and my ex-boyfriend laughed and went off to party with them, which lead the drummer of his band to later threaten him with a knife. It made him cry, which he hadn’t done since he was 10.
tower. so tall. so high. so alone. like rapunzel. i want to be in a tower. away from it all. i don’t want to be rescued. leave me up there. i’ll be alone. alone with my thoughts. alone with myself. alone. maybe i’ll find myself there. find out who i really am. discover some profound meaning to my life. i would like that. cherish that
as they climbed they had no idea what it was waiting for them at the top. They had a vague idea from the lights and colors they had seen at ground level. Even had they known what was awaiting them, still they would not be prepared.
There is a tower on most castles and in stories, there is always a beautiful princess living inside. Of course, there is also usually a fire breathing dragon or some other obstacle. But these lucky ladies always seem to make it.
He towers over me. Many things do. I am short, my husband is tall. I would love to see the eiffle tower one day. And the Tower of London. I wish I were taller.
high, freedom, fear of hights … on top of the world, touch the sky, blue, clouds, reach for anything, impossible, cold, fear, alone, hands,
The pity she felt for me showed in her eyes. I sensed that the memory of this moment would tower over me and haunt me forever. I can’t avoid the pain.
The tower hovered over me like some all knowing and judging marsupial. I hate those arrogant Kola bears. The freak me out.
if i’m going to commit suicide ever, i’ll probably jump of a high tower. it’s the way to succes. a beautiful end.
pisa the land where i was born. i wonder if it will fall or if we shall be able to keep it erect with modernity. if we add does it somehow loose what it represents. perhasd this idea of permamanence is not appropririate. why should we even be concerned w
I went to the tower last night to think but I couldn’t. something was clouding my mind, rather someone. I didn’t know what to do. she was always on my mind, we were always talking. what did it mean?
the tower was in the top of the city. She was standing in the window as she looked down on the ant like people. He was down there somewhere…
He looked up at the giant tower, gazing at the windows as he smiled. She would never guess that he was down there, after all, they all look like ants to her. So, to make sure she knows it’s him, he decided to meet her at the top.
the tower was in the top of the city. She was standing in the window as she looked down on the ant like people. He was down there somewhere…
He looked up at the giant tower, gazing at the windows as he smiled. She would never guess that he was down there, after all, they all look like ants to her. So, to make sure she knows it’s him, he decided to meet her at the top.
i think this sounds phallic but i don’t want to say it. i want to be higher than anyone else. i want to be the queen. he always told me i would be the queen that i was the queen. my grandmother is the queen but i don’t want to be her. i want to be queen of my gay boy kingdom. i think i would have a crown made of sprinkles or something. i don’t know what it would be like to rule. i think i’d want friends.
Tower over me
My light house
My tallest tower
Help me escape imprisonment
Lock me away
With you
In you
Tonight
Love me
Hold me
Conceal me from the others
Keep me safe and happy
Decadent
Loving you
Your madness
Overwhelms me
Feeds my own
Insanity
Curious
Experiment
Careful
Fragile
Torn
Beautiful
Passion
Warmth
Safety
Care
Our sight
Our hearts
Our minds
Our lives
So different
So similar
Our laughter
Mingles with the night air
The clothes on the floor
Remind me of home
The good home
Not my home
So lucky
To have each other
Wish upon a star
Wish for it to last
Your scent
Captivates me
And I can’t help but think
Who are we?
Who are you, my tower?
My protective sanctuary
My loving enclosure
Safe forever in your arms
He looked at himself.
Himself looked back at him.
you are tall, he thought.
too tall, he thought back.he bent to look at his face in the mirror.
does it really matter how bad his acne is if no-one can see his face?
The top of the tower is touching the edges of the sky. It scrapes along the darkened gray blue. The depression that hangs in the air fills my lungs, it fills my thoughts, and I realise that I am lost again. I remember why I left this place.
hi im bord but im tired. and not just tired like im physically exhausted( cuz i am) but tired of evertyhign around me that i have to deal with all day. the people, the stupid girls i go to school with, the guy that i cant stop thinking about but i bet hardly does the same. and now i just want to sleep…
It’s so tall and amazing. Reaches up to God. Can you tell me what He’s saying? cause I cant hear down here. so lost and confused. but towers…are high in the air and stand confident. until a fucking plane crashes into them. damn them. at least they had their chance in the heavens. legit man. tower.
I’m short. Everything is larger then, you see on a whole ‘nother level there. It’s like diving into the ocean – you get lost in a sea of torsos and waists, butts and forearms. Tall women, tall guys, the don’t really intimidate me, I’m just in a kind of state of awe…because most of the time they’re beautiful too.
Towers of parchment surrounded her. No matter how hard she worked it never seemed to get smaller. “Bother…” she muttered to herself.
i am sitting in my ivory tower, waiting for my prince to come. i doubt that it will ever happen, though. honestly, is there even a prince out there for me? for anyone? for any woman or man? i don’t think we are limited to only one. that would be unfair, wouldn’t it? you could miss out on everything you ever wanted just by being ignorant.
The huge tower seemed to never end as it stretched towards the sky. I craned my neck to try to get a better view but with the immense size, it just wasn’t possible.
she lived on the seventeenth floor. gun on the table she was thinking about last night. it was so over she tought as she reached for the gun and …bam she never though a thing again.
the eiffle tower. top. winning everyone. self esteem issues. on top. being on top. topping everyone. competition. being high. the penthouse. high in the mountains. looking down on people, houses, buildings, etc. the church bell.
It’s tall looming and foreboding bad things; very bad things. You walk towards it quite unashamed; it is only a dream right? It doesn’t matter if you die this time. But as its shadow casts over you, you feel as if you won’t wake up.
a tower can be tall but it can also be short. did you ever see that movie the two towers? smeagle is a scumbag, i feel like. always trying to trick the hobbits into poor path-decisions. you can also tower over something. like shaq. or yao ming. how can an asian man be so good at basketball? and so tall?
buildings, could be a place where dreams are made, goals are achieved, days are ruined, or millions are made. nothing but concrete and windows aesthetically.
tower of cards, loaded in the bank of decks. a small child walks up the side, and stands looking down on the eternal abiss below. there is a bird flying through the air. it lands on the tower very precariously. however, the tower does not move, as if it is frozen in time.
halley tower made hockey captain over me. it’s okay because she was good to everyone this season and everyone looks up and respects her. i love halley tower and i am happy that we’re friends now. i wish i could be like halley tower. she is everyone’s favorite.
The tower loomed above us. Icraned my neck to try and see the top. It seemed to just go on and on. Never ending. The tower was both beautiful and ugly. It had been left, unatended and unloved for years yet it’s beauty seeped through
the tower like in the tower in lord of the rings the two towers is one of my favorite movies… I learned to love tolkien because of my cousin
below the sky lived a tower, a tower that stood among sand, and all those flecks and pieces of sand were us human beings. and that larger tower, is our sun. and the entire world is our glaxy, and our galaxy is the secter in the unverise where we live, and the secter is the univers. im hih can ya tell?
One of my favorite places ever has got to be the Eiffel tower. It’s amazing how something that was once so feared for being new, for being different, for people thinking it was going to fall…amazing.
There was a fantastical cell phone tower in the center of a mystical urban neighborhood. All of the citizens cried out to it, hoping to hear it return their cellular calls. I found it a funny thing, but I respect them for it. I, too, have found myself praising the tower. I wrote this on my phone.
the man walked slowly toward the tower.
he looked on to see what else there was.
nothing, nothing else was.
nothing else existed.
just the tower.
he walked in.
leaning tower of pizza with flowers all around, little girls in white dresses dancing around picking flowers, the time traveler’s wife, pizza place in princeton that my family always goes to,
the fortress stood, impenetrable, dark, looming. it’s a new challenge with a familiar face. it’s anything and everything you need it to be, but, huge and unable to defeat though it may seem, you know every component of its structure – and you know that to defeat it, you need only remove its foundation and it will fall by itself.
Towers of London were a band from the UK who were briefly popular. They punched my ex-boyfriend’s drummer in the face and my ex-boyfriend laughed and went off to party with them, which lead the drummer of his band to later threaten him with a knife. It made him cry, which he hadn’t done since he was 10.
tower. so tall. so high. so alone. like rapunzel. i want to be in a tower. away from it all. i don’t want to be rescued. leave me up there. i’ll be alone. alone with my thoughts. alone with myself. alone. maybe i’ll find myself there. find out who i really am. discover some profound meaning to my life. i would like that. cherish that
I tower over you, controlling you. The foundation is but an illusion, though you are effected.
my nephew was set to start his new job in the tower the week after after the planes hit, i couldn’t remember his start date and thought he was gone
as they climbed they had no idea what it was waiting for them at the top. They had a vague idea from the lights and colors they had seen at ground level. Even had they known what was awaiting them, still they would not be prepared.