overhead there is a bird. it flies above the world, hating nothing. there is no prejudice, only the single-minded need to feed its young and fly. only freedom.
She bends her head backwards to see what hangs overhead buzzing and sweating like dew on fresh summer grass and she opens her mouth then and sucks it inside where the overhead lights don’t reach and will never see the light of the pavement under her soles.
A flock of birds fly overhead. I can see them through his moon roof–so I open it up. They’re like little angels, silent and determined. I smile, and he sees me smiling before I can stop myself.
today the overhead was overheating! it just stood at the front of the classroom, and noone was doing a thing! i couldn’t believe my eyes i was watching the overhead catch fire right in front of me.
above me there’s a shadow, as if the light is at my feet like fire shooting out the back of a rocket. if only I was launching into space to escape all of this.
I saw a bird overhead and thought of all the ill tidings it brings, or the glorious splendor of a fanciful flight that all men crave. To me it held fear. I hate birds. I also hate getting bird shit on me. But I can’t deny the potential ecstasy in flying.
my first reaction is literal, what is above my head? the roof , the ceiling the sky the cosmos,then my mind wanders to the metephorical, what is over my head at this moment in my life, what is ‘above me’? then random words like planes, bridges, sign posts, costs.
i don’t want to write about the word overhead, because I already did, but my computer messed up and lost the sentence and now I keep getting the same damned word. Overhead, it’s over my head and yet on my radar and under my attention.
overhead is the charge that you must pay if you are to run a business. this is a hassle because you always have it on your mind. it is a burden. something you must consider before taking on an economic venture. it also reminds me of something someone cannot understand.
If I owned an airport I would visit you every day, always be hanging over your head like a little fluffy cloud. I would hang paper planes over our bed and write our stories on th
overhead I see a plane go by. i wonder who’s inside and i wonder where it’s headed and i wonder where it came from and who’s in first class and who’s in coach and if there’s a baby that’s driving everyone nuts with its screaming and if the movie is any good and if there’s a stewardess that’s pissy because she got lots of drinks spilled on her.
overhead they are flying
flying south for the winter
but I’m already here
because you are there
and this life doesn’t make sense anymore
without a clear label
for what we are
so shoot me out of the sky
and save us from the fading light
I was sitting alone when I saw the most beautiful girl at the overhead stairway in the train station. Looking out towards the window, I contemplated whether or not I should follow her. I swear, I’ve never felt so inclined to be a stalker before. In any case, the thrill of it got to my head and I knew that I’d miss a chance of a lifetime if I let her walk away. As I stood up, I noticed she was walking away. I hurried up the spiral stairway as fast as my feet would let me, but low and behold the entire second floor was completely empty.
jonathan went outside after the confrontation with his father and sat down on a small chair in his yard.
he lit up a smoke to help clear his mind and think.
overhead, he saw a large crow cawing at him. he observed it at it stared back with its head cocked sideways. the crow reminded him of himself and how his life was before he had come back home, the place that always had upset him; that had always bred the most painful conflict and upset in his life.
To sum up what I saw flying overhead would be a sheer impossibility, because it was a shape with a shape; it was a formless non-living (or was it?) thing that defied nature, logic and the very basis of the universe. I also knew that it would be my death.
too much overhead to make business sense
the overhead compartments on planes can never fit everyone’s carryons, they’re too small
something is flying overhead
the joke went over her head
Overhead something eclipsed the sun. All i could hear were wings flapping and something landed in front of me. An enormous raven with red, glowing eyes. ITs beak dripped with blood and his expression was one of an angry, hungry, wild animal. And I wasnt the fastest running in the world.
there weas a plane flying overhead and I thought of how much i would like to go someplace. The problem si ipicking a place. italy? france
turkey
?
who knows.
the trees are over head. they protect you from the sky. The sky hold eternity, it gives you life, but it can also kill you. So beautiful and abstract. taken granted for.
the sky was bright blue, the clouds puffy and high. the children played, jumping about and making mischief, much to the delight of the older children and adults watching from nearby.
i overheard my mother using the word. that two syllable word everyone is so afraid to say. people sit in their living rooms joking about wars and holocaust, but then this word comes into the conversation, it stops. cancer.
Something that goes over board about a subject. EG: when somebody offends somebody else too much and they go overhead. Get it? its a guess, so if not its cool. Overhead is not a cool word
Things have been blown out of proportion. I laughed. They cried. Friendships were destroyed. Misunderstandings. Kind of like writing.
overhead there is a bird. it flies above the world, hating nothing. there is no prejudice, only the single-minded need to feed its young and fly. only freedom.
She bends her head backwards to see what hangs overhead buzzing and sweating like dew on fresh summer grass and she opens her mouth then and sucks it inside where the overhead lights don’t reach and will never see the light of the pavement under her soles.
the signs were flashing overhead, distant alien lights shining like lit matches. from there we went home, way down, out of the way, set apart. enni
A flock of birds fly overhead. I can see them through his moon roof–so I open it up. They’re like little angels, silent and determined. I smile, and he sees me smiling before I can stop myself.
today the overhead was overheating! it just stood at the front of the classroom, and noone was doing a thing! i couldn’t believe my eyes i was watching the overhead catch fire right in front of me.
above me there’s a shadow, as if the light is at my feet like fire shooting out the back of a rocket. if only I was launching into space to escape all of this.
I saw a bird overhead and thought of all the ill tidings it brings, or the glorious splendor of a fanciful flight that all men crave. To me it held fear. I hate birds. I also hate getting bird shit on me. But I can’t deny the potential ecstasy in flying.
my first reaction is literal, what is above my head? the roof , the ceiling the sky the cosmos,then my mind wanders to the metephorical, what is over my head at this moment in my life, what is ‘above me’? then random words like planes, bridges, sign posts, costs.
I overhead a young woman, so enamoured with a young man she’d just met, say that she was sure he was The One!
Overhead, My dreams and my fantasies. Overhead, my brother on the bunk bed.
i don’t want to write about the word overhead, because I already did, but my computer messed up and lost the sentence and now I keep getting the same damned word. Overhead, it’s over my head and yet on my radar and under my attention.
The compartment of dreams floats overhead. It opens. One slides into my awareness from the left upper corner.
at a party, suburbia, that’s when it happened – she knew who he was, she knew what he’d done, she loved him for it.
overhead is the charge that you must pay if you are to run a business. this is a hassle because you always have it on your mind. it is a burden. something you must consider before taking on an economic venture. it also reminds me of something someone cannot understand.
If I owned an airport I would visit you every day, always be hanging over your head like a little fluffy cloud. I would hang paper planes over our bed and write our stories on th
Overhead, above the sky, there are millions of miles of mystery that we do not understand, and may never understand.
i had a dog one time and i would always put hats on him. one day i threw a hat in hope it would land on it but i only ended up throwing it overhead.
overhead I see a plane go by. i wonder who’s inside and i wonder where it’s headed and i wonder where it came from and who’s in first class and who’s in coach and if there’s a baby that’s driving everyone nuts with its screaming and if the movie is any good and if there’s a stewardess that’s pissy because she got lots of drinks spilled on her.
overhead they are flying
flying south for the winter
but I’m already here
because you are there
and this life doesn’t make sense anymore
without a clear label
for what we are
so shoot me out of the sky
and save us from the fading light
I was sitting alone when I saw the most beautiful girl at the overhead stairway in the train station. Looking out towards the window, I contemplated whether or not I should follow her. I swear, I’ve never felt so inclined to be a stalker before. In any case, the thrill of it got to my head and I knew that I’d miss a chance of a lifetime if I let her walk away. As I stood up, I noticed she was walking away. I hurried up the spiral stairway as fast as my feet would let me, but low and behold the entire second floor was completely empty.
it was overhead of me, flying, soaring, like there was nothing that could stop it, because there wasnt. the eagle was best
jonathan went outside after the confrontation with his father and sat down on a small chair in his yard.
he lit up a smoke to help clear his mind and think.
overhead, he saw a large crow cawing at him. he observed it at it stared back with its head cocked sideways. the crow reminded him of himself and how his life was before he had come back home, the place that always had upset him; that had always bred the most painful conflict and upset in his life.
Birds are circling and I wonder if they’re doves or vultures. Either way, they look hungry and I’m out of bread.
Overhead the rain sounded like bullets. I was gone.
To sum up what I saw flying overhead would be a sheer impossibility, because it was a shape with a shape; it was a formless non-living (or was it?) thing that defied nature, logic and the very basis of the universe. I also knew that it would be my death.
everyday i drive on my way to school i see whats overhead of me……the Heavens where the Lord is watching us from
the clouds overhead
give way to autumn sunrise
against the great cold
Glancing up I caught a glimpse of a 747 zooming overhead, engines just barely audible. It’s slender white body stood out against the pale blue sky.
too much overhead to make business sense
the overhead compartments on planes can never fit everyone’s carryons, they’re too small
something is flying overhead
the joke went over her head
Overhead something eclipsed the sun. All i could hear were wings flapping and something landed in front of me. An enormous raven with red, glowing eyes. ITs beak dripped with blood and his expression was one of an angry, hungry, wild animal. And I wasnt the fastest running in the world.
there weas a plane flying overhead and I thought of how much i would like to go someplace. The problem si ipicking a place. italy? france
turkey
?
who knows.
Overhead I saw the moon. She was shining like never before. The biggest I had ever seen her. In that moment I knew everything was going to be alright.
the trees are over head. they protect you from the sky. The sky hold eternity, it gives you life, but it can also kill you. So beautiful and abstract. taken granted for.
there are tree branches overhead. they cover up the sky, they protect you. The sky is overhead. It gives you life, it hold eternity,
the sky was bright blue, the clouds puffy and high. the children played, jumping about and making mischief, much to the delight of the older children and adults watching from nearby.
i overheard my mother using the word. that two syllable word everyone is so afraid to say. people sit in their living rooms joking about wars and holocaust, but then this word comes into the conversation, it stops. cancer.
I was standing there, hoping I could get out of this mess. Overhead, I saw the news helicopters buzzing around like little flies, out of my reach.
Something that goes over board about a subject. EG: when somebody offends somebody else too much and they go overhead. Get it? its a guess, so if not its cool. Overhead is not a cool word
my ceiling and my ukulele and eventually the roof and the sky and all of that. metaphorically, the guilt of missing that meeting