the act of floating above something. It is such a majestic idea if you think about it. To hover…. To be able to suspend yourself above something, anything. To just be there and not have to worry about the terrain that you are supposed to be standing upon. it would be a thrill
Hanging low over another’s space, I felt a bitter cool breeze. The chill went beyond the fahrenheit and touched me in places long closed off. One thinks warmth opens doors, but it may be “cool” instead when it hovers unannounced.
sometimes i hover on a thought, thinking about how life will let me go forward. i know that when i hover on a thought, that it has affected me in a simple, making me pause in life and think about how this one thought applies to me. sometimes i hover too much on one thought…
up down why they made a craft when will that become reality who decides what reality is reall realism that always interesting school makjes you think about tat hover fuck that sleeping on top like an air bed ania miss her
i floated in the the sky, suspended like a piece of meat in the butchers window. Always distant, hanging around, inbetween moods. Never feet on the ground, sure minded and certain.
It hovered directly over Tad, moving neither left or right. Tad could feel its hot breath close to his neck, the sheer hatred an almost living thing. He eased his hand into his coat pocket, searching for the shard of steel
He was hovering above the lake, with his sword dangling from his side. He looked around. How did he end up here?
He suspected Morgana had something to do with it.
here it came. the time for me to jump. as i stood on the ledge of the 100 story building, a lengthy pursuit was rounding it’s way up to the 98th floor. i could hear them crashing through the doors. i had to do it. i knew i could.
i stepped off. my foot touched nothing and i began the airwalk. i was free.
Hovercrafts would be cool to have. Except for the fact that no one would walk anymore and people would get even lazier than they are with cars. This is a disappointing realization. However, it wouldn’t be so difficult to put together.
somtimes i just want to hover. Like If I had a super power it would be to move objects with my mind because I could hover by “pushing” the earth down. Also it would just be so convienant to just hover over any object that was in my way, making it easier for me to get to point B from point A.
The hover board was flying and all I could do was go higher and higher until I touched the reaches of oblivion. Because of this I knew that I had only a matter of seconds before the waters reached the edge bringing the entirity of mankind to its end.
i hope i can hover forever. this is my destiny. love hovering. amazingness. what? that’s what she said, anyway. so where can we go from here? I don’t know what else to say as this word is not very awesome. I probably won’t finish this sentence.
Ohh, I think of a hovercraft, kind of like bright blue, like the on eI built in Spore, that’s a fun game. I’ve met the grox but there was a misshap, I stole from them, they didn’t like that… I guess I wouldn’t like if someone stole from me.
there i am lingering in the air happy to be in one piece delighted at all that is underneath me as i cruise around hoping not to fall feeling the air gliding past me as i soar through the clouds.
Two months ago I couldn’t really tell you what a hover-craft really was. Now I’m constantly surrounded by flight talk and acronyms. I married a fighter pilot. I don’t know that he hovers, per se, but lets just say I have a new window into things sky-high.
hoverring is something you do when you’re in the deepest state of happiness it is one of the greatest discriptions of a feeling you could use. could describe love or excitment or nervousness. you just sit there hovering while you wait for something to happen that will define what you were hovering for.
A ketrel hovers lovingly over a field hoping that his hovering will bring prey to his talons. Then he can rest and not go out to make the wind hold him up.
hovering is the activity that hornets do, or wasps, when they are checking you out, especially when you spot them and want to give them a wallop . . . which i’d never do, because i love all creatures, big and small, you see hovering is something we all do when we aren’t sure what to do next
oh no, it’s the “hover” word again! What the hell is going on that I am forced to write, AGAIN, about hover and hovering. Does it have something to do with a missing ‘o’, and is supposed to mean, hoover? should I go hoover the floor and carpet?
lightly the insect did hover over the surface of the water, it’s silvery blue wings glistening in the sunlight. what wonderous products of evolution are there in the world
Hovering is the art of floating just above the ground. I’d like to hover. It’s not really useful, but i could skip nasty floor conditons. Also, maybe floating will enable me to jump from great heights. Hovering while running would look badass, too. I’m a fan of hovering. Flying is just one step ahead. I hovered once in a dream and people were fascinated and scared.
he hovers in the sky. and there’s charles who hovers around me like a stupid dick head that i love so much and what is this romance about . i seriously dont know . what about relationships. its so uncertain. hovering. just floating. and i’m so unsure what to do . with any kind of relationship.
hoving down in the world is awesome and kinda sexy. i wonder whats sex is like while falling down airborne? must hurt liek hell so yeah thats whay i think of hovering :) im bored bored bored bored bored
i need to hover down in a game but i cant seem to do it.
Flying swiftly with the inability to distinctly and virtuously follow through with hands or feet. Floating high above all that is earthly and ruining the sizable equilibrium of humanity and its weaknesses.
The clouds hovered over me and across the sky like they were in a hurry. I wasn’t in a hurry. I felt alone in my slow, withering movements. Will you hold me when the clouds are all gone?
the act of floating above something. It is such a majestic idea if you think about it. To hover…. To be able to suspend yourself above something, anything. To just be there and not have to worry about the terrain that you are supposed to be standing upon. it would be a thrill
By Jake on 12.03.2008
sometimes i hover over my students when they are taking test and smile to myself because i know all the answers…
By vivvi on 12.03.2008
Hanging low over another’s space, I felt a bitter cool breeze. The chill went beyond the fahrenheit and touched me in places long closed off. One thinks warmth opens doors, but it may be “cool” instead when it hovers unannounced.
By Callie Ferguson on 12.03.2008
Sometimes I don’t feel my legs. But lately they hurt, and I haven’t been riding…
By Peter on 12.03.2008
sometimes i hover on a thought, thinking about how life will let me go forward. i know that when i hover on a thought, that it has affected me in a simple, making me pause in life and think about how this one thought applies to me. sometimes i hover too much on one thought…
By alex on 12.03.2008
up down why they made a craft when will that become reality who decides what reality is reall realism that always interesting school makjes you think about tat hover fuck that sleeping on top like an air bed ania miss her
By elena on 12.03.2008
i floated in the the sky, suspended like a piece of meat in the butchers window. Always distant, hanging around, inbetween moods. Never feet on the ground, sure minded and certain.
By Harmesh on 12.03.2008
It hovered directly over Tad, moving neither left or right. Tad could feel its hot breath close to his neck, the sheer hatred an almost living thing. He eased his hand into his coat pocket, searching for the shard of steel
By Bill Kirby on 12.03.2008
happiness. It will always be up and hopefulness, yeh yeah =]
By itgel on 12.03.2008
He was hovering above the lake, with his sword dangling from his side. He looked around. How did he end up here?
He suspected Morgana had something to do with it.
By hollz on 12.03.2008
above far over fly space light free spice girls song bees wasps birds sound memory ghosts hover
By seee on 12.03.2008
here it came. the time for me to jump. as i stood on the ledge of the 100 story building, a lengthy pursuit was rounding it’s way up to the 98th floor. i could hear them crashing through the doors. i had to do it. i knew i could.
i stepped off. my foot touched nothing and i began the airwalk. i was free.
By NWM on 12.03.2008
hover like a plane. i hover over you. it hovers over my shoulder. it is hovering over us all like a bad omen.
By rachel erulkar on 12.03.2008
Hovercrafts would be cool to have. Except for the fact that no one would walk anymore and people would get even lazier than they are with cars. This is a disappointing realization. However, it wouldn’t be so difficult to put together.
By Someone Somewhere on 12.03.2008
somtimes i just want to hover. Like If I had a super power it would be to move objects with my mind because I could hover by “pushing” the earth down. Also it would just be so convienant to just hover over any object that was in my way, making it easier for me to get to point B from point A.
By Kiel on 12.03.2008
The hover board was flying and all I could do was go higher and higher until I touched the reaches of oblivion. Because of this I knew that I had only a matter of seconds before the waters reached the edge bringing the entirity of mankind to its end.
By stephen on 12.03.2008
i hope i can hover forever. this is my destiny. love hovering. amazingness. what? that’s what she said, anyway. so where can we go from here? I don’t know what else to say as this word is not very awesome. I probably won’t finish this sentence.
By Keegan on 12.03.2008
Ohh, I think of a hovercraft, kind of like bright blue, like the on eI built in Spore, that’s a fun game. I’ve met the grox but there was a misshap, I stole from them, they didn’t like that… I guess I wouldn’t like if someone stole from me.
By Masan on 12.03.2008
there i am lingering in the air happy to be in one piece delighted at all that is underneath me as i cruise around hoping not to fall feeling the air gliding past me as i soar through the clouds.
By Barbara on 12.03.2008
I suck things
By Josh on 12.03.2008
Two months ago I couldn’t really tell you what a hover-craft really was. Now I’m constantly surrounded by flight talk and acronyms. I married a fighter pilot. I don’t know that he hovers, per se, but lets just say I have a new window into things sky-high.
By tara on 12.03.2008
hoverring is something you do when you’re in the deepest state of happiness it is one of the greatest discriptions of a feeling you could use. could describe love or excitment or nervousness. you just sit there hovering while you wait for something to happen that will define what you were hovering for.
By tim on 12.04.2008
A ketrel hovers lovingly over a field hoping that his hovering will bring prey to his talons. Then he can rest and not go out to make the wind hold him up.
By Bill on 12.04.2008
hovering is the activity that hornets do, or wasps, when they are checking you out, especially when you spot them and want to give them a wallop . . . which i’d never do, because i love all creatures, big and small, you see hovering is something we all do when we aren’t sure what to do next
By premsru on 12.04.2008
floating around
By haha on 12.04.2008
oh no, it’s the “hover” word again! What the hell is going on that I am forced to write, AGAIN, about hover and hovering. Does it have something to do with a missing ‘o’, and is supposed to mean, hoover? should I go hoover the floor and carpet?
By premasru on 12.04.2008
lightly the insect did hover over the surface of the water, it’s silvery blue wings glistening in the sunlight. what wonderous products of evolution are there in the world
By kim kaos on 12.04.2008
Hovering is the art of floating just above the ground. I’d like to hover. It’s not really useful, but i could skip nasty floor conditons. Also, maybe floating will enable me to jump from great heights. Hovering while running would look badass, too. I’m a fan of hovering. Flying is just one step ahead. I hovered once in a dream and people were fascinated and scared.
By Ankha on 12.04.2008
floating above something, hovering around someone being nosy when ur not supposed to and someone may possibly swat you like a fly.
hover like a helicopter, just buzzig around te ground not very high.
By Sara on 12.04.2008
hover, not hoover.
By Sara on 12.04.2008
he hovers in the sky. and there’s charles who hovers around me like a stupid dick head that i love so much and what is this romance about . i seriously dont know . what about relationships. its so uncertain. hovering. just floating. and i’m so unsure what to do . with any kind of relationship.
By Anna on 12.04.2008
hoving down in the world is awesome and kinda sexy. i wonder whats sex is like while falling down airborne? must hurt liek hell so yeah thats whay i think of hovering :) im bored bored bored bored bored
i need to hover down in a game but i cant seem to do it.
By kevin Caraos on 12.04.2008
stop hovering.
By hellkdfks on 12.04.2008
Flying swiftly with the inability to distinctly and virtuously follow through with hands or feet. Floating high above all that is earthly and ruining the sizable equilibrium of humanity and its weaknesses.
By chickybontwitch on 12.04.2008
Always there
Right behind my next thought
Hovering
Constant
Confusing
Consuming
Missed
Wondering
Wandering
Wishing
Lost
Always there
Right behind my last thought
Hovering
By Morgan on 12.04.2008
I like to hover over fields of poppies. I go on my magic towel and I hover like there’s no tomorrow. I’m like Icarus, only smarter — I use sunscreen.
By too-slow-for-this on 12.04.2008
HOVER QUICKLY SO I CAN SEE MORE POSTS. hahahahahahahahhahahha dont read mine please.
By neenee on 12.04.2008
Captain Space surveyed the area as he flew over the desolate planet of Mars in his big, fancy, oxygen filled hovercraft.
“Boy, this place sure is red,” he mused. “I wonder why it was named after a candy bar from ancient times.”
By Thores on 12.04.2008
Rod can hover. At least to a 3 and 30 year old it looks pretty convincing. Think he learned it from David Blaine. Hope that’s all he learned from him.
By Danger Davies on 12.04.2008
The clouds hovered over me and across the sky like they were in a hurry. I wasn’t in a hurry. I felt alone in my slow, withering movements. Will you hold me when the clouds are all gone?
By Karina on 12.04.2008