as the rocket launches into the sky, i say goodbye to life as i know it, smoke fills the air around me, and while i dont know if this will be the last day i spend on earth, i know that there is something more out there and i am interested in fnding out what exactly that is.
sky atmosphere space spaceship stars moon sun jupiter saturn venus uranus pluto full moon half moon crescent moon n.a.s.a launch pad milky way plane fire speed fast astronaut death aliens gravity food earth world
i am in love with him. it feels like the fourth of july when i am around him. when he kisses me i see colors. fireworks. rockets. those little bees that you light off. he makes me feel like a celebration. i love him. i really love him. i want to kiss him now.
rocket…
i always wanted to be in a rocket
traverse the universe in my imagination
meeting aliens and shooting lazers
then i grew up
and found out thats not possible
rocket…
There once was a rocket called Trey, he was the coolest rocket in the world he had all the cooliset girl rockets, and all the guys wanted to be hime, he was awesome.
shoot me up into the sky like ia rocket i wanna fly no not fly i just wanna feel free i wanna feel loved i wanna be happy, happy like a rocket shooting up up up up into the forever can i have that…….i guess not! :-(
A flurry fluttering of color that speeds off into the distance. A scientific dragon with a brief booming roar. Transport to the stars: the age-old symbol for the future.
Rockets can be heavy or light. Rockets can be funny r uptight. Actually, fuck that rockets do not have a personality. Oh wait, now i am being insensitive to all those lovely machines out there constructed from metal, steel, and stuff.
There once was a little boy named Brian. Brain loved rockets! They were his favourite things in the whole wide world! Brain would spend his weekends building model rockets instead of playing with other kids. His dream was to one day, fly his own rocket to the moon! He loved the idea of that adventure.
One day a rocket landed in my bathroom and the little aliens that stepped out demanded a stool sample. Why I asked and they just repeated their request. I gave them what they wanted and they got back into their rocket and were never seen again.
Boom goes the dynamite! Rockets are incredibly important in the general evolution of society, giving way to political and cultural revolutions as well as competitive tension between nations during the Space Age. Not only did they advance the world scientifically, but politically as well.
…….. blah. I cant think about rockets. I need to be studying kinesiology. Its hard to make it fun when everything is working against me. My teacher, who is really just a chiropractor, doesn’t know how to teach and the book sucks too.
Tex rode in on his rocket-powered horse. He pulled off his atomic ten-gallon hat and gleamed at The Double-Blaster Kid along the main street of Sirius Gulch. A crowd gathered.
“This spaceport ain’t big enough for the two of us,” he declared, “draw or be vaporized.” The Kid went to draw his blasters but a piece of a neutrino had lodged in one of the barrels from his last run-in with a cosmic ranger. When he pulled the trigger, the backfire gave him a hangnail. He ran to mount his tachyon pony, and cried all the way back to Betelgeuse.
The leaf came upon my knee as I sat on the ground. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and observed it for a second. I then put it to my lips and rocketed it up with a gust of air.
i was fourteen the first time i saw a rocket launch. my father took drove me out to the beach so we could sit on top old ford taurus and just be silent for a while. i remember everything from that moment- the feel of the cold metal against my palms, the sound of the waves washing up before us. the tears that slid down my father’s cheeks with such delicate grace i almost think he couldn’t have made them.
There was a rocket that went flying into space. And on its way it saw martians, comets, stars, and so many planets. But it was lonely up there with all these foreign objects. So lonely in fact that it pleaded to come back to earth. But it couldn’t land because it had a mission. And on it went into the wilderness of space. Always in need of another rocket.
Like a rocket ship blasting towards the sky, feelings rise and soar above everything we know.
Up,up, and away into the unknown they can carry us.
It might be scary.
It might be hard.
But the view…..the view is worth it.
Maybe it’s not something that we thought about often enough, human capability. Just some sixty years after we were able to fly, we reached the moon. That says something about us. Will we be able to free ourselves of the horrors we ourselfs caused?
the rocket was glimmering in the sunlight, it was launched and into the atmosphere it went. something that was there once now has disappeared. I sit and wonder what it looks like once it leaves the earth, I wonder the feelings the passengers have once they bust the seems of the world they know.
Rockets aren’t just a figment of imagination anymore. They can symbolize the celebration of an extraordinary moment, a great achievement, or just be a rocket to the moon where we can lie down and figure the world out.
Perhaps its best to live life just under the skies.
it was unusual to say the lest. the first time i step foot into a rocket not one that goes up to space but one that would kill hundreds maybe 1,000’s of civilians. by my hands i was creating this death machine for a country i was not siding with but war was not my idea.
The rocket flew into the sky
like a piano player
lightly tapping her fingers
up the scale,
to the flat five
and the sharp eleventh,
and downward
into the blues scale
and the tom-tom of the drums
bringing it back into reality,
into rhythm,
in time with the earth.
from far away you look like the mystic thing i need to fly among the starz i so wish i could be. but closer up you are nothing but hard metal and burning flames – a materialistic shell of scientific means. do all of my dreams crumble under realistic schemes to make the ims possible and the moons beam?
He put on his helmet and his goggles. His gloves were in his mouth while he strapped himself to the rocket. He put the gloves on, took a long, deep breath, and then he screamed. He never stopped; it just got to a point where he was so far away I couldn’t hear him anymore.
Everyone is watching you from the distance, watching you escape this planet. They don’t try to stop you, but watch you with fascination. And then you’re gone, into the stratosphere, up, up and away…
Rockets are big missiles that shoot through the sky. They bring destruction and death to all of those in their path. A rocket can bring people to space, and teach us of the things we do not know. Without rockets, we will not know things about the moon, nor will we defend our borders.
we shot rockets at my school once. My friend was talking and she spit on me. And while I was shrieking about it there was someone laughing at us out of the corner of my eye.
as the rocket launches into the sky, i say goodbye to life as i know it, smoke fills the air around me, and while i dont know if this will be the last day i spend on earth, i know that there is something more out there and i am interested in fnding out what exactly that is.
sky atmosphere space spaceship stars moon sun jupiter saturn venus uranus pluto full moon half moon crescent moon n.a.s.a launch pad milky way plane fire speed fast astronaut death aliens gravity food earth world
i am in love with him. it feels like the fourth of july when i am around him. when he kisses me i see colors. fireworks. rockets. those little bees that you light off. he makes me feel like a celebration. i love him. i really love him. i want to kiss him now.
rocket…
i always wanted to be in a rocket
traverse the universe in my imagination
meeting aliens and shooting lazers
then i grew up
and found out thats not possible
rocket…
rocket…up up here we go….fly away…away from all this sadness…away from all this pain…to endless possibilities..to a new life
There once was a rocket called Trey, he was the coolest rocket in the world he had all the cooliset girl rockets, and all the guys wanted to be hime, he was awesome.
1rocket=Restained Oversight Creates Knowedge encounberting Doust
shoot me up into the sky like ia rocket i wanna fly no not fly i just wanna feel free i wanna feel loved i wanna be happy, happy like a rocket shooting up up up up into the forever can i have that…….i guess not! :-(
wish i could shoot up as i you do. Up above the clouds and even above ..Give me the fire that burns you
A flurry fluttering of color that speeds off into the distance. A scientific dragon with a brief booming roar. Transport to the stars: the age-old symbol for the future.
Rockets can be heavy or light. Rockets can be funny r uptight. Actually, fuck that rockets do not have a personality. Oh wait, now i am being insensitive to all those lovely machines out there constructed from metal, steel, and stuff.
She took off, just jumped up from the chair and shot up the steps like a rocket! I never knew she had so much speed but that was all it took.
taking a rocket ship tot eh moon, time travel, explosives, riding on missle. cats
There once was a little boy named Brian. Brain loved rockets! They were his favourite things in the whole wide world! Brain would spend his weekends building model rockets instead of playing with other kids. His dream was to one day, fly his own rocket to the moon! He loved the idea of that adventure.
A Bakery that I hold dear to my heart.
One day a rocket landed in my bathroom and the little aliens that stepped out demanded a stool sample. Why I asked and they just repeated their request. I gave them what they wanted and they got back into their rocket and were never seen again.
Boom goes the dynamite! Rockets are incredibly important in the general evolution of society, giving way to political and cultural revolutions as well as competitive tension between nations during the Space Age. Not only did they advance the world scientifically, but politically as well.
Rocket Power. Rocket propelled grenade. Rocket launcher. Rocket to the moon. The Rocket Summer.
Ground control to Major Tom – take your protein pills and put your helmet on.
…….. blah. I cant think about rockets. I need to be studying kinesiology. Its hard to make it fun when everything is working against me. My teacher, who is really just a chiropractor, doesn’t know how to teach and the book sucks too.
Yeah! for positivity.
you were always kind to me. kissing the blotches that never really there when i fell down running.
Tex rode in on his rocket-powered horse. He pulled off his atomic ten-gallon hat and gleamed at The Double-Blaster Kid along the main street of Sirius Gulch. A crowd gathered.
“This spaceport ain’t big enough for the two of us,” he declared, “draw or be vaporized.” The Kid went to draw his blasters but a piece of a neutrino had lodged in one of the barrels from his last run-in with a cosmic ranger. When he pulled the trigger, the backfire gave him a hangnail. He ran to mount his tachyon pony, and cried all the way back to Betelgeuse.
The leaf came upon my knee as I sat on the ground. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger and observed it for a second. I then put it to my lips and rocketed it up with a gust of air.
i was fourteen the first time i saw a rocket launch. my father took drove me out to the beach so we could sit on top old ford taurus and just be silent for a while. i remember everything from that moment- the feel of the cold metal against my palms, the sound of the waves washing up before us. the tears that slid down my father’s cheeks with such delicate grace i almost think he couldn’t have made them.
There was a rocket that went flying into space. And on its way it saw martians, comets, stars, and so many planets. But it was lonely up there with all these foreign objects. So lonely in fact that it pleaded to come back to earth. But it couldn’t land because it had a mission. And on it went into the wilderness of space. Always in need of another rocket.
Like a rocket ship blasting towards the sky, feelings rise and soar above everything we know.
Up,up, and away into the unknown they can carry us.
It might be scary.
It might be hard.
But the view…..the view is worth it.
Maybe it’s not something that we thought about often enough, human capability. Just some sixty years after we were able to fly, we reached the moon. That says something about us. Will we be able to free ourselves of the horrors we ourselfs caused?
the rocket fizzled and fell. lower
lower, lower. lower.
Down. gone
Lost
time.
Dreams falling.
Failing.
Dispersed among the stars.
And it took off into the sky. Shining with the reflections of the stars, everyone’s eyes stayed fixed on my rocket.
the rocket was glimmering in the sunlight, it was launched and into the atmosphere it went. something that was there once now has disappeared. I sit and wonder what it looks like once it leaves the earth, I wonder the feelings the passengers have once they bust the seems of the world they know.
Rockets aren’t just a figment of imagination anymore. They can symbolize the celebration of an extraordinary moment, a great achievement, or just be a rocket to the moon where we can lie down and figure the world out.
Perhaps its best to live life just under the skies.
it was unusual to say the lest. the first time i step foot into a rocket not one that goes up to space but one that would kill hundreds maybe 1,000’s of civilians. by my hands i was creating this death machine for a country i was not siding with but war was not my idea.
The rocket flew into the sky
like a piano player
lightly tapping her fingers
up the scale,
to the flat five
and the sharp eleventh,
and downward
into the blues scale
and the tom-tom of the drums
bringing it back into reality,
into rhythm,
in time with the earth.
from far away you look like the mystic thing i need to fly among the starz i so wish i could be. but closer up you are nothing but hard metal and burning flames – a materialistic shell of scientific means. do all of my dreams crumble under realistic schemes to make the ims possible and the moons beam?
sew it seams…
It’s a destructive weapon to ruin places. Couldn’t be used for good.
He put on his helmet and his goggles. His gloves were in his mouth while he strapped himself to the rocket. He put the gloves on, took a long, deep breath, and then he screamed. He never stopped; it just got to a point where he was so far away I couldn’t hear him anymore.
Everyone is watching you from the distance, watching you escape this planet. They don’t try to stop you, but watch you with fascination. And then you’re gone, into the stratosphere, up, up and away…
Rockets are big missiles that shoot through the sky. They bring destruction and death to all of those in their path. A rocket can bring people to space, and teach us of the things we do not know. Without rockets, we will not know things about the moon, nor will we defend our borders.
we shot rockets at my school once. My friend was talking and she spit on me. And while I was shrieking about it there was someone laughing at us out of the corner of my eye.
He makes my heart race like a rocket, and when I’m near him I can feel the heat as if the flames are pouring out of each of us.