I was sixteen when I first saw it – spiraling into the sky as far as the eye could see, above all the cloud cover and through the atmosphere; not stopping to take a breath before reaching space. There were several just like it all around the world – but the most important one here.
The t I remember seeing them whenever I drove or rode into Manhattan. They were welcoming, handsome, even warm in their own way. What’s there now is a spectre of what once was. Not even a shadow, but a noticeable void. Nothing will replace that, not time, not construction, nothing.
In towers, there live princesses. Trapped. By old crones, wicked stepmothers. Or sometimes, by themselves, in cold stone of their own making, defences that became fortresses, silently, strictly. And in these towers, the princesses braid their hair and dream of escape. Look to longed-for princes to rescue them. Wish for happily-ever-afters on the horizon.
But this is all an illusion really. Flimsy fragments to fill days. The only way they will escape is of their own making. First, their desire for freedom. A believing in their own power. And the courage to scale heights, confront captors, leap, when there seems nothing to leap to.
Because real fairytales all contain this intense realisation and activation of Self. It’s all the magic we need.
The beginig was utterly bleach, the towers of creation stood up like nothing ever seen in this universe since. One piece of heaven was created in matter of seconds. Many years will begin to stumble in this time before the begining will ever be seen by an inteligent been.
son edificios y tambien puede ser un apellido, es increible como es nuevayork con sus torres y rascacioelos y lo increible que puedes ver desde arriba de una de ellas! yo amo los edificios y las torres porque me parecen contrucciones maravillosas y puedes apreciar que tan pequeño eres realmente a comparación de lo que es la vida
Towers rise above me to house those who wish to survey and see beyond the scope of my pedestrian view. Directing and projecting their ideas upon those in their shadows.
twin towers, 9/11 attack, big tall buildings..lots of people left dead!big towers in new york, got bombed my hijackers, tragic day that changed the world forever.
The last tower stood in the ruins of the dead city. All of his brothers had been laid to rest before him, but he still remained. The tower pondered this facet of his life. As the last tower wondered about his fate a cool breeze blew across the city.
The man looked at the looming building ahead of him. All of his life had been spent constructing this towering monolith. The shadow of the tower streched over the man and the rest of the field behind him.
Tiny towers! It’s an iPhone app game I heard about from Rachel. Have no idea what it is or what you do but apparently its phenomenally fun. I won’t give it a try though, I don’t like apps. I prefer to have a app free phone. Call me crazy? Call me maybe! I love that song, makes me wanna dance. How has it not been sixty seconds yet?
there are two towers in my life. the tower of fear and the tower of freedom. i may choose to take refuge from either one.
my body hits the cold floor. this is the tower i have chosen. i will be locked here forever.
oh, help me, i am caught in the jaws of the tower, and i can never escape…
all around me, the sound of dripping.
help…
The cliff gave way to a massive ravine that was just filled with tall, stone pillars that with their pockets resembled with startling realism the towers of the city I had left behind.
Towers. Structures of power and conformity in the minds of some. Structures of efficiency and progress to many. To me a representation of the hidden social agenda of the upper rung of enlightened individuals who control our economy and political landscape.
there are two towers in my life. the tower of fear, and the tower of freedom. i can go to hide in either one. i can claim either one as my refuge. but far too often, i run to the hideout of fear. oh, help me, i am about to run back again…
i hit the cold floor. this is the tower i have chosen.
Oh, and she was so tall. Me at 15 and all of 5’8″, and her 6′ and basketball. Dribbling between the legs. I wished I was a ball. She kissed me first and only on a sleeping bag she had clandestinely pitched beside hers, at a church lock-in of all places.
yesterday, several million people were forcibly reminded of the tragedy of 9/11. It’s funny, but I’d sort of expected it to have faded out by now. If we constantly remind ourselves, how does that strengthen us? We are only more paranoid now, and more fearful and racist. We expect that remembering will help us, but it’s only given them a stronger hold on us.
Towers
The first thing comes to my mind when the word’s tower is the World Trade Center and the terrorist attack tha happend 11 years ago. How these attacks affected the entire world regarding safety policies in the airports.
From the dark shadows, I saw the towers. Rising to the sun. Blotching it out of the sky. A long dark stairway to space. What next? Wind rose, and my body as well. My feet left the ground.
September 11, 2001. The crowd is horrified at the sight. Rubble is everywhere, everything is on fire. The Twin Towers, the World Trade Center, are a burning, destroyed, heap of corpses.
Oh I shouldn’t even touch this one. 2 towers, 2 realities. The only thing that is certain is that the official story doesn’t hold water. We imagine we live in freedom but that illusion is quickly crumbling. Soon in will be in freefall.
The first thing that comes to mind, is, of course, the Twin Towers. But the next – and infinitely more exciting (and far less sad) are the Campaniles in Italy. Especially the Giotto Tower (Campanile) that was built near the Florentine Duomo. It has 414 steps.
The towers of the palace loomed in front of him even from the distance. He was cautious as he approached the moat, not wanting to draw any more attention than was needed. He desperately needed what was behind those walls and he would do everything in his power to prevent himself from getting caught.
the twin towers in new york, yesterday was 911 and a lot of people were thinking about this word, all over the world. It not on means just a noun, it is an event in our lives and our histories for a long time. It will never be forgotten, as is said.
This last September 11th makes us remember about two memorable towers that used to have in the U.S and nowadays represents the terrorism and how bad people can get when it comes to greed.
People build fences. We build towers. To lock unspeakable things above ground. Away from everyone. Except for the one who knows our song, our name. For the one who we would let our hair down for. But we forget that we built towers because they were impenetrable, impregnable.
The towers lined the wall and she couldn’t help but think that it was a nice view. A nice view for the end. No, she wasn’t dying, just leaving. For now. She’d be back. One day.
all over the place – falling down. They changed everything. The whisper in the classroom. Those kids were such a part of history, they don’t even know it. The words said. Definitive. They left no room for questioning. Attack.
Towers have been used by mankind since prehistoric times. The oldest known may be the circular stone tower in walls of Neolithic Jericho (8000 BC). Some of the earliest towers were ziggurats, which existed in Sumerian architecture since the 4th millennium BC. The most famous ziggurats include the Sumerian Ziggurat of Ur, built the 3rd millennium BC, and the Etemenanki, one of the most famous examples of Babylonian architecture. The latter was built in Babylon during the 2nd millennium BC and was considered the tallest tower of the ancient world.
Some of the earliest surviving examples are the broch structures in northern Scotland, which are conical towerhouses. These and other examples from Phoenician and Roman cultures emphasised the use of a tower in fortification and sentinel roles. For example, watchtower elements are found at Mogador from the first millennium BC, derived from Phoenician or Carthaginian origins. The Romans utilised octagonal towers[1] as elements of Diocletian’s Palace in Croatia, which monument dates to approximately 300 AD, while the Servian Walls (4th century BC) and the Aurelian Walls (3rd century AD) featured square ones. The Chinese used towers as integrated elements of the Great Wall of China in 210 BC during the Qin Dynasty. Towers were also an important element of castles.
Another well known tower is the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Pisa, Italy built from 1173 until 1372. The Himalayan Towers are stone towers located chiefly in Tibet built approximately 14th to 15th century. [2]
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Two tall, beautiful towers in the skyline, are injured on a Tuesday morning. People run from them, others run towards to help. Helpless and innocent, doing nothing to deserve this horrible beating, they are brought down by two harsh fists.
The lack of being tall can be a bad thing, but not if it is embrace. Everywhere I look are towers staring over me like I am nothing. These towers seem to compete to see who can be the biggest, strongest, and best looking. These towers may think they have it great, but I am happy for who I am, a nice one story house.
The twin towers fell September 11 2001. That was 11 years ago it was a terrifying thing that changed america forever. Two planes purposely crashed into the twin towers which eventually ended in them collapsing and thousands of innocent people losing their lives. Its crazy to think this was 11 years ago. I was only 5 years old but i remember after school getting dressed for a dance class and watching tv. They showed the first plant crash into the building i thought it was an accident then they showed the second crash and even though i was only 5 i still was able to understand that it wasn’t an accident. I had no idea what a terrorist attack was and i didn’t fully understand what had really happened until i was about 10 and my mom made us all watch a documentary about it. Its still hard to grasp that people could do something like that.
A warm September day, when everything seemed so safe and sound, only until our freedom was stripped away from us with the crashes of two planes. The world trade center fell crumbling the building and the people inside. This horrific act of terrorism will never be forgotten and neither will the lives that were lost that day.
I was sixteen when I first saw it – spiraling into the sky as far as the eye could see, above all the cloud cover and through the atmosphere; not stopping to take a breath before reaching space. There were several just like it all around the world – but the most important one here.
The t I remember seeing them whenever I drove or rode into Manhattan. They were welcoming, handsome, even warm in their own way. What’s there now is a spectre of what once was. Not even a shadow, but a noticeable void. Nothing will replace that, not time, not construction, nothing.
In towers, there live princesses. Trapped. By old crones, wicked stepmothers. Or sometimes, by themselves, in cold stone of their own making, defences that became fortresses, silently, strictly. And in these towers, the princesses braid their hair and dream of escape. Look to longed-for princes to rescue them. Wish for happily-ever-afters on the horizon.
But this is all an illusion really. Flimsy fragments to fill days. The only way they will escape is of their own making. First, their desire for freedom. A believing in their own power. And the courage to scale heights, confront captors, leap, when there seems nothing to leap to.
Because real fairytales all contain this intense realisation and activation of Self. It’s all the magic we need.
The beginig was utterly bleach, the towers of creation stood up like nothing ever seen in this universe since. One piece of heaven was created in matter of seconds. Many years will begin to stumble in this time before the begining will ever be seen by an inteligent been.
son edificios y tambien puede ser un apellido, es increible como es nuevayork con sus torres y rascacioelos y lo increible que puedes ver desde arriba de una de ellas! yo amo los edificios y las torres porque me parecen contrucciones maravillosas y puedes apreciar que tan pequeño eres realmente a comparación de lo que es la vida
Towers rise above me to house those who wish to survey and see beyond the scope of my pedestrian view. Directing and projecting their ideas upon those in their shadows.
twin towers, 9/11 attack, big tall buildings..lots of people left dead!big towers in new york, got bombed my hijackers, tragic day that changed the world forever.
The last tower stood in the ruins of the dead city. All of his brothers had been laid to rest before him, but he still remained. The tower pondered this facet of his life. As the last tower wondered about his fate a cool breeze blew across the city.
The man looked at the looming building ahead of him. All of his life had been spent constructing this towering monolith. The shadow of the tower streched over the man and the rest of the field behind him.
Tiny towers! It’s an iPhone app game I heard about from Rachel. Have no idea what it is or what you do but apparently its phenomenally fun. I won’t give it a try though, I don’t like apps. I prefer to have a app free phone. Call me crazy? Call me maybe! I love that song, makes me wanna dance. How has it not been sixty seconds yet?
there are two towers in my life. the tower of fear and the tower of freedom. i may choose to take refuge from either one.
my body hits the cold floor. this is the tower i have chosen. i will be locked here forever.
oh, help me, i am caught in the jaws of the tower, and i can never escape…
all around me, the sound of dripping.
help…
The cliff gave way to a massive ravine that was just filled with tall, stone pillars that with their pockets resembled with startling realism the towers of the city I had left behind.
Towers. Structures of power and conformity in the minds of some. Structures of efficiency and progress to many. To me a representation of the hidden social agenda of the upper rung of enlightened individuals who control our economy and political landscape.
there are two towers in my life. the tower of fear, and the tower of freedom. i can go to hide in either one. i can claim either one as my refuge. but far too often, i run to the hideout of fear. oh, help me, i am about to run back again…
i hit the cold floor. this is the tower i have chosen.
Her vision climbed up the huge buildings. The concrete formations towered over her, eclipsing the sky ominously. She stood silently in the shadow.
Oh, and she was so tall. Me at 15 and all of 5’8″, and her 6′ and basketball. Dribbling between the legs. I wished I was a ball. She kissed me first and only on a sleeping bag she had clandestinely pitched beside hers, at a church lock-in of all places.
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yesterday, several million people were forcibly reminded of the tragedy of 9/11. It’s funny, but I’d sort of expected it to have faded out by now. If we constantly remind ourselves, how does that strengthen us? We are only more paranoid now, and more fearful and racist. We expect that remembering will help us, but it’s only given them a stronger hold on us.
our silohettes loom over us;
we are towers of ourselves.
We stand together, touching
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Towers
The first thing comes to my mind when the word’s tower is the World Trade Center and the terrorist attack tha happend 11 years ago. How these attacks affected the entire world regarding safety policies in the airports.
From the dark shadows, I saw the towers. Rising to the sun. Blotching it out of the sky. A long dark stairway to space. What next? Wind rose, and my body as well. My feet left the ground.
September 11, 2001. The crowd is horrified at the sight. Rubble is everywhere, everything is on fire. The Twin Towers, the World Trade Center, are a burning, destroyed, heap of corpses.
Oh I shouldn’t even touch this one. 2 towers, 2 realities. The only thing that is certain is that the official story doesn’t hold water. We imagine we live in freedom but that illusion is quickly crumbling. Soon in will be in freefall.
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The first thing that comes to mind, is, of course, the Twin Towers. But the next – and infinitely more exciting (and far less sad) are the Campaniles in Italy. Especially the Giotto Tower (Campanile) that was built near the Florentine Duomo. It has 414 steps.
The towers of the palace loomed in front of him even from the distance. He was cautious as he approached the moat, not wanting to draw any more attention than was needed. He desperately needed what was behind those walls and he would do everything in his power to prevent himself from getting caught.
they loom far above
the clouds,
caressing the sky
like glass fingers
on blue skin.
they beam
of success
and capitalism
and dreams
of life as a drone.
the twin towers in new york, yesterday was 911 and a lot of people were thinking about this word, all over the world. It not on means just a noun, it is an event in our lives and our histories for a long time. It will never be forgotten, as is said.
I want to go back to New Jersey. When I went to bed, I always could watch the Twin Towers in New York.
This last September 11th makes us remember about two memorable towers that used to have in the U.S and nowadays represents the terrorism and how bad people can get when it comes to greed.
People build fences. We build towers. To lock unspeakable things above ground. Away from everyone. Except for the one who knows our song, our name. For the one who we would let our hair down for. But we forget that we built towers because they were impenetrable, impregnable.
The towers lined the wall and she couldn’t help but think that it was a nice view. A nice view for the end. No, she wasn’t dying, just leaving. For now. She’d be back. One day.
all over the place – falling down. They changed everything. The whisper in the classroom. Those kids were such a part of history, they don’t even know it. The words said. Definitive. They left no room for questioning. Attack.
Towers have been used by mankind since prehistoric times. The oldest known may be the circular stone tower in walls of Neolithic Jericho (8000 BC). Some of the earliest towers were ziggurats, which existed in Sumerian architecture since the 4th millennium BC. The most famous ziggurats include the Sumerian Ziggurat of Ur, built the 3rd millennium BC, and the Etemenanki, one of the most famous examples of Babylonian architecture. The latter was built in Babylon during the 2nd millennium BC and was considered the tallest tower of the ancient world.
Some of the earliest surviving examples are the broch structures in northern Scotland, which are conical towerhouses. These and other examples from Phoenician and Roman cultures emphasised the use of a tower in fortification and sentinel roles. For example, watchtower elements are found at Mogador from the first millennium BC, derived from Phoenician or Carthaginian origins. The Romans utilised octagonal towers[1] as elements of Diocletian’s Palace in Croatia, which monument dates to approximately 300 AD, while the Servian Walls (4th century BC) and the Aurelian Walls (3rd century AD) featured square ones. The Chinese used towers as integrated elements of the Great Wall of China in 210 BC during the Qin Dynasty. Towers were also an important element of castles.
Another well known tower is the Leaning Tower of Pisa in Pisa, Italy built from 1173 until 1372. The Himalayan Towers are stone towers located chiefly in Tibet built approximately 14th to 15th century. [2]
[edit]
Two tall, beautiful towers in the skyline, are injured on a Tuesday morning. People run from them, others run towards to help. Helpless and innocent, doing nothing to deserve this horrible beating, they are brought down by two harsh fists.
The lack of being tall can be a bad thing, but not if it is embrace. Everywhere I look are towers staring over me like I am nothing. These towers seem to compete to see who can be the biggest, strongest, and best looking. These towers may think they have it great, but I am happy for who I am, a nice one story house.
The twin towers fell September 11 2001. That was 11 years ago it was a terrifying thing that changed america forever. Two planes purposely crashed into the twin towers which eventually ended in them collapsing and thousands of innocent people losing their lives. Its crazy to think this was 11 years ago. I was only 5 years old but i remember after school getting dressed for a dance class and watching tv. They showed the first plant crash into the building i thought it was an accident then they showed the second crash and even though i was only 5 i still was able to understand that it wasn’t an accident. I had no idea what a terrorist attack was and i didn’t fully understand what had really happened until i was about 10 and my mom made us all watch a documentary about it. Its still hard to grasp that people could do something like that.
A warm September day, when everything seemed so safe and sound, only until our freedom was stripped away from us with the crashes of two planes. The world trade center fell crumbling the building and the people inside. This horrific act of terrorism will never be forgotten and neither will the lives that were lost that day.
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ironic that the word today is towers today, I saw one yesterday! it was tall. srewot.