Clif is a health bar thing that people eat to feel healthy when in reality they are just normal Americans. I have never eaten one so I don’t know the health benefits.
I m standing the edge of this cliff, staring at the wide endless ocean, reflecting on the things that happened all though out my life, weighing on the merits of continuing on. thats when i saw the motherly love of a seal protecting its cubs, i felt the same pain endured by my parents i must live on!!
The precipice called forbiddingly, even from my spot on the window. I shivered and pulled the blanket closer to me. I couldn’t even imagine… except I could imagine. Clearly. I understood deeply why someone would do something like that. And I understood why their soul would wander aimlessly from then on out.
The edge was a few meters away. Of course I wanted to jump. Of course it was attractive to try and fly away, right now, soaring above everything and the sea and the waves beneath.
I stepped on the dais, standing above the cliff.
Domingo needed an escape from a life that seemed to be on perennial overdrive — dogged by meetings, conferences and business trips. His exodus was delayed by a conference call, so he had to step on the gas to make his destination before dark. As he raced up the mountain road to an exclusive forest resort, Dom heard his right rear tire blow up, sending him skidding through a side rail and off the rocky cliff.
As Domingo fell to his death, the day he brushed off changing the exposed threads on his tires to rush to a client visit, flashed before him. He closed his eyes regretting ever saving time, rather than spending it on the soulful life he always wanted.
Hanging off a cliff it is deep and dark and scary terrifying hold me up no falling water fall far down lie dead on the ground scared beauty terrifying run for your life listen to the waves crashing beneath
hanging over this the most unimaginable moment in life to see the end coming closer than ever before reaching into the darkness and being swallowed by ones selflessness, never to rise again above the horizon.
I stood at the edge of the cliff, staring down at the sea and the waves crashing upon the rocks on the shore. “Don’t do it” she said. “Please don’t do it”. I ignored her voice and looked down again. I was sweating and tears were pouring out of my eyes. My whole life flashed before my eyes. All the memories came bursting back. The bullies, the problems, everything. I just wanted to get away from it all. But I knew she was going to grief her whole life. I knew she was going to cry until she went blind. So I grabbed her hand as I ran and jumped. Flying through the sky, falling to our deaths, I looked in her eyes and said “It’s over mother. It’s over”.
If I were hiking and came to the edge of a cliff, I wonder what I would do: I suppose it could be different depending on the day: on Monday, I may worry about the possibility of slipping, by Wednesday, I may take time to breathe in the fresh air and appreciate the view, by Saturday, I could be contemplating unfurling my wings and flying out into the expanse. Same circumstance, different perspective. How wonderful the malleability of mind and heart.
I stood on the edge of a cliff looking down at the raging sea, my uncle reached for my hand. I pulled it away. No not yet this had been my mother’s spot and no one was going to take me away without a fight. I did fight, but Uncle roughly pulled me away, away from my home, away from my hope, and away from the sea.
Standing, on sharp edges
conntinuing the old rock under my feet
hoping that i am not crumbling
while getting splashed by the wind I may remember but forward I look.
Cliff. Interesting. I’m standing at the edge of s metaphorical cliff with my career. I know I am being pulled to do something different. Something that I am passionate about but I’m Afraid. What is at the bottom but death and failure. Is the small amount of time floating before I hit the ground worth it?
I don’t know…
cliff is kind of one of those names you forget is a name. it’s short for clifford and when you meet some one named cliff you wonder why the fuck any one would name their fucking kid cliff.
I’m fall faster and faster around, near it, and off of the cliff. It’s only the events that surround it, but is it? the act of falling? What do you really record? before it afterwards? Or even during such a treacherous event
He chucks a rock off the edge, and they hear it hit the water with an echoing ‘plop’. Their ankles bump against the cliff’s face, almost but never touching, and they watch the last sunset of their summer.
When he finally talks, he speaks softly, like he doesn’t really want her to hear him. “Sometimes, being alive really sucks,” he breathes.
Sunlight bleeds into horizon and ripples melt into glassy darkness; she takes a deep breath before finally shattering the picturesque silence.
Loving you is like jumping off a cliff.
Its rocky. Its hard. And its dark. And scary.
And I can’t see the bottom. Like the lake the first night you kissed me.
And then came the adrenaline. Feeling free and light as air. Surrounded by warm wind. Snuggled up by dream-filled puffy white clouds and surrounded by the stars in my eyes. I jumped for the first time in my life…
Then there was the ground. I could see it from high up-but I shut my eyes, gritted my teeth and begged for a soft landing titled, “Love”, or “Forever”. Instead, there was “Be Logical”, and “You just don’t think things through”, and……”I don’t trust anyone”.
Loving You is like jumping off a cliff.
And I’m left alone on the canyon floor.
I saw my opportunity and I took it. They all aimed for the clear water, the powerful rock-free waves. But mot me. I aimed for those rocks like a sniper locks in on a kill. Why else would they have taken me cliff diving? To see me live?
feel the unease edges of her mind. taste the crevices and the valleys she has to offer. then fall. an abrupt vertigo takes the unfamiliar body downwards. the terror of losing himself echoes as he drowns in her bed. Alas, she is a cliff. take one step and you lose yourself, addicted to uncontrolled vertigo, you find yourself falling every time.
there is nothing standing between you and oblivion but the barest tetherings of your own mortal control – the wind whips at your hair and brings tears to your eyes from the sting and it feels like dying and like rebirth and like nothing and like everything in the void.
the tiny voice at the back of your head whispers, ‘jump.’
I’ll never understand how some people can trust their limbs so wholly; it takes a very particular kind of faith to hold yourself over a valley by your middle finger. Way to prove a point!
The cliff isn’t very steep. If he looks over the edge he can see the valley down below. He holds his breath and decided that now is the time to take the chance.
I was at the cliff, thinking why Rupert jump after it. The cliff was high enough to kill him, but it did not. He just got injured, breaking his legs. Oh that cliff that is such a killer. We would have to remove it.
I sat on a cliff and wondered about my life. Was I doing enough, loving enough, giving enough. It was so wonderful to be alone, in nature, soaking in the beautiful warm sun …no pressing engagement, no computer, no phone. I only wished that I could stay here for a month.
There are times where we face certain point in our life where we’d like to just surrender. Cliff’s are the part of life where we face difficult things in life and would lead to life changing decisions. It’s a point where we’d like to surrender.
Precipice – the place where the best or worst decisions are made. And the most heightened experiences become all too real. One gets nauseous. Vertigo sets in. Cliff – the name of my brother who lived on the edge.
to jump or not. to let go of your inhibitions, and feel that rush the moment you jump, the wind rushing against you. you feel alive. for once, you are alive. free.
you know how it would feel, and yet you don’t do it often.
Someone told me to jump off a cliff, so I did. Broke quite a few bones, but I survived. When I went back to school about a month later, I walked up to my classmate and said, “Okay. Jumped off a cliff. Want to pay my hospital bills?”
She couldn’t stop staring at me. I mean, c’mon. I love her more than anything. Of course I was going to do anything she told me to do. But then she started slowly backing away, and I realized that everyone else seemed perturbed by me.
I saw the cliff at the end of the road and thought about all the different times I could have easily driven off of it but didn’t. Too much to leave behind. I’m also scared of heights.
She stood at the edge of the cliff, her hair flowing in the wind. She wanted to jump so badly, but she remembered his words, words tellling he that he loved her. She’d said it back. She turned around and hummed a song, eyes closed. She couldn’t beleive the strength she had to resist the temptation. She picked up her phone.
“I made it,” she said it to him. All he said back was:
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
I remember thinking about you, and those thoughts were jumping off cliffs. They weren’t being physically splattered on an actual rock, but it was quite a fall, nonetheless.
It was unforgivable. We had all been drinking. Like you do on a summer’s day by the beach with friends. Sun and wine and frivolous conversation. But its no excuse. We let our guards down. Let the children run and play and we didn’t watch. We didn’t see Chloe chasing a butterfly to the edge of the cliff. And we didn’t see her fall.
He loved to look. Liked to watch. Everything. Although he was a little shy about it at first, within a few weeks he always bought cameras and set them up at different angles around the room, so that he could relive every little movement, exaggerate them, zoom in and see things in a more intense way. And because I was stupidly in love with him I obliged. I let him take me in every conceivable way. I let him have every bump and curve and freckle.
I almost fell off a steep cliff but thankfully my boyfriend caught my hand just in time
Clif is a health bar thing that people eat to feel healthy when in reality they are just normal Americans. I have never eaten one so I don’t know the health benefits.
The gliff makes me think of mountains like a mountain cliff. Or the word edge like the edge of the cliff.
I m standing the edge of this cliff, staring at the wide endless ocean, reflecting on the things that happened all though out my life, weighing on the merits of continuing on. thats when i saw the motherly love of a seal protecting its cubs, i felt the same pain endured by my parents i must live on!!
You left me hanging
…cliffside
dangling as though
my gifts to you
didn’t matter
one inch.
Now, mere minutes
after my self-rescue
I run into you on
the street
and
I swear you
don’t even
recognize me.
The precipice called forbiddingly, even from my spot on the window. I shivered and pulled the blanket closer to me. I couldn’t even imagine… except I could imagine. Clearly. I understood deeply why someone would do something like that. And I understood why their soul would wander aimlessly from then on out.
The edge was a few meters away. Of course I wanted to jump. Of course it was attractive to try and fly away, right now, soaring above everything and the sea and the waves beneath.
I stepped on the dais, standing above the cliff.
Domingo needed an escape from a life that seemed to be on perennial overdrive — dogged by meetings, conferences and business trips. His exodus was delayed by a conference call, so he had to step on the gas to make his destination before dark. As he raced up the mountain road to an exclusive forest resort, Dom heard his right rear tire blow up, sending him skidding through a side rail and off the rocky cliff.
As Domingo fell to his death, the day he brushed off changing the exposed threads on his tires to rush to a client visit, flashed before him. He closed his eyes regretting ever saving time, rather than spending it on the soulful life he always wanted.
Hanging off a cliff it is deep and dark and scary terrifying hold me up no falling water fall far down lie dead on the ground scared beauty terrifying run for your life listen to the waves crashing beneath
hanging over this the most unimaginable moment in life to see the end coming closer than ever before reaching into the darkness and being swallowed by ones selflessness, never to rise again above the horizon.
penhasco
I stood at the edge of the cliff, staring down at the sea and the waves crashing upon the rocks on the shore. “Don’t do it” she said. “Please don’t do it”. I ignored her voice and looked down again. I was sweating and tears were pouring out of my eyes. My whole life flashed before my eyes. All the memories came bursting back. The bullies, the problems, everything. I just wanted to get away from it all. But I knew she was going to grief her whole life. I knew she was going to cry until she went blind. So I grabbed her hand as I ran and jumped. Flying through the sky, falling to our deaths, I looked in her eyes and said “It’s over mother. It’s over”.
If I were hiking and came to the edge of a cliff, I wonder what I would do: I suppose it could be different depending on the day: on Monday, I may worry about the possibility of slipping, by Wednesday, I may take time to breathe in the fresh air and appreciate the view, by Saturday, I could be contemplating unfurling my wings and flying out into the expanse. Same circumstance, different perspective. How wonderful the malleability of mind and heart.
I stood on the edge of a cliff looking down at the raging sea, my uncle reached for my hand. I pulled it away. No not yet this had been my mother’s spot and no one was going to take me away without a fight. I did fight, but Uncle roughly pulled me away, away from my home, away from my hope, and away from the sea.
Standing, on sharp edges
conntinuing the old rock under my feet
hoping that i am not crumbling
while getting splashed by the wind I may remember but forward I look.
Cliff. Interesting. I’m standing at the edge of s metaphorical cliff with my career. I know I am being pulled to do something different. Something that I am passionate about but I’m Afraid. What is at the bottom but death and failure. Is the small amount of time floating before I hit the ground worth it?
I don’t know…
cliff is kind of one of those names you forget is a name. it’s short for clifford and when you meet some one named cliff you wonder why the fuck any one would name their fucking kid cliff.
I’m fall faster and faster around, near it, and off of the cliff. It’s only the events that surround it, but is it? the act of falling? What do you really record? before it afterwards? Or even during such a treacherous event
He chucks a rock off the edge, and they hear it hit the water with an echoing ‘plop’. Their ankles bump against the cliff’s face, almost but never touching, and they watch the last sunset of their summer.
When he finally talks, he speaks softly, like he doesn’t really want her to hear him. “Sometimes, being alive really sucks,” he breathes.
Sunlight bleeds into horizon and ripples melt into glassy darkness; she takes a deep breath before finally shattering the picturesque silence.
“But sometimes it’s really great.”
Loving you is like jumping off a cliff.
Its rocky. Its hard. And its dark. And scary.
And I can’t see the bottom. Like the lake the first night you kissed me.
And then came the adrenaline. Feeling free and light as air. Surrounded by warm wind. Snuggled up by dream-filled puffy white clouds and surrounded by the stars in my eyes. I jumped for the first time in my life…
Then there was the ground. I could see it from high up-but I shut my eyes, gritted my teeth and begged for a soft landing titled, “Love”, or “Forever”. Instead, there was “Be Logical”, and “You just don’t think things through”, and……”I don’t trust anyone”.
Loving You is like jumping off a cliff.
And I’m left alone on the canyon floor.
I saw my opportunity and I took it. They all aimed for the clear water, the powerful rock-free waves. But mot me. I aimed for those rocks like a sniper locks in on a kill. Why else would they have taken me cliff diving? To see me live?
feel the unease edges of her mind. taste the crevices and the valleys she has to offer. then fall. an abrupt vertigo takes the unfamiliar body downwards. the terror of losing himself echoes as he drowns in her bed. Alas, she is a cliff. take one step and you lose yourself, addicted to uncontrolled vertigo, you find yourself falling every time.
standing on the cliff, the view is spectacular. the travel feels the wind whisper the news of his love from the west as it glides past his arms.
the cliffhanger trembles nervously. the echo reverberates doom.
there is nothing standing between you and oblivion but the barest tetherings of your own mortal control – the wind whips at your hair and brings tears to your eyes from the sting and it feels like dying and like rebirth and like nothing and like everything in the void.
the tiny voice at the back of your head whispers, ‘jump.’
I’ll never understand how some people can trust their limbs so wholly; it takes a very particular kind of faith to hold yourself over a valley by your middle finger. Way to prove a point!
The cliff isn’t very steep. If he looks over the edge he can see the valley down below. He holds his breath and decided that now is the time to take the chance.
I was at the cliff, thinking why Rupert jump after it. The cliff was high enough to kill him, but it did not. He just got injured, breaking his legs. Oh that cliff that is such a killer. We would have to remove it.
I sat on a cliff and wondered about my life. Was I doing enough, loving enough, giving enough. It was so wonderful to be alone, in nature, soaking in the beautiful warm sun …no pressing engagement, no computer, no phone. I only wished that I could stay here for a month.
There are times where we face certain point in our life where we’d like to just surrender. Cliff’s are the part of life where we face difficult things in life and would lead to life changing decisions. It’s a point where we’d like to surrender.
Precipice – the place where the best or worst decisions are made. And the most heightened experiences become all too real. One gets nauseous. Vertigo sets in. Cliff – the name of my brother who lived on the edge.
a cliff.
to jump or not. to let go of your inhibitions, and feel that rush the moment you jump, the wind rushing against you. you feel alive. for once, you are alive. free.
you know how it would feel, and yet you don’t do it often.
Someone told me to jump off a cliff, so I did. Broke quite a few bones, but I survived. When I went back to school about a month later, I walked up to my classmate and said, “Okay. Jumped off a cliff. Want to pay my hospital bills?”
She couldn’t stop staring at me. I mean, c’mon. I love her more than anything. Of course I was going to do anything she told me to do. But then she started slowly backing away, and I realized that everyone else seemed perturbed by me.
I saw the cliff at the end of the road and thought about all the different times I could have easily driven off of it but didn’t. Too much to leave behind. I’m also scared of heights.
She stood at the edge of the cliff, her hair flowing in the wind. She wanted to jump so badly, but she remembered his words, words tellling he that he loved her. She’d said it back. She turned around and hummed a song, eyes closed. She couldn’t beleive the strength she had to resist the temptation. She picked up her phone.
“I made it,” she said it to him. All he said back was:
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Cliffs aren’t strictly physical things, you know.
I remember thinking about you, and those thoughts were jumping off cliffs. They weren’t being physically splattered on an actual rock, but it was quite a fall, nonetheless.
an edge a big edge so big and so hard to climb.so sharp so painful although a good energy bar so delisheous
an edge a big edge so big and so hard to climb.
It was unforgivable. We had all been drinking. Like you do on a summer’s day by the beach with friends. Sun and wine and frivolous conversation. But its no excuse. We let our guards down. Let the children run and play and we didn’t watch. We didn’t see Chloe chasing a butterfly to the edge of the cliff. And we didn’t see her fall.
WATCH
He loved to look. Liked to watch. Everything. Although he was a little shy about it at first, within a few weeks he always bought cameras and set them up at different angles around the room, so that he could relive every little movement, exaggerate them, zoom in and see things in a more intense way. And because I was stupidly in love with him I obliged. I let him take me in every conceivable way. I let him have every bump and curve and freckle.