damn you feathered,
you turn up everywhere;
feathered emotions,
scattered like the bugs in my hair;
if you knew what it was,
that made me so sad;
would you really want to help,
if it made you feel bad;
nothing in this world,
is as it should be;
but that could all change,
if you acted like you should to me.
jessie (again)
In the 80’s we wore our hair feathered
Hats were never tethered to our head because our hair was just like the weather girl
j
her heart i feathered and her mind is flying away, her soul is featherd and her body is flying away in your arms. you can’t catch her, no i promise that you can’t. because baby these veveins are split and her mind is broken and she’s just so gone gone gone and DEAD.
Alyssa
You were dust; dry, sentimental dust that scattered when I found my wings clattering through what was left of the air. I tried to collect you up, make a little heap of you to keep… but it was like putting a burnt letter back together, and I knew we were both better off set loose.
Bryony
when I am with my angel,i am filled with excitement ,with his spirit divine.
I liken it to my insides being feathered!!
soft and tickled and supported
gentle yet infinitely strong!
All soaring on the wings of our perfect love!!
paulette
I dont know what featered means. English is not may language. But, it seems to be somethin with feathers. Well, what the heck does feathers means? Is that thing on the birds? If so, I can’t fly or write neither.
Casao
the bird was feathered. The feathered pillows broke open and snowed fluffy, white feathers as the girls viciously pillow-fighted. Featherd clothing is hookery and strippery.
Sarah
Cherry blossom petals were carried by the wind, and softly landed on her brown hair.
Chrissy
alot of feathes
Birds have featheres
Shet im feathered
Feahere-ed!!!
I like being feathered
What the freak is Feathered?
What does Feathered mean?
WAhat the crap! im feathered!
Feathe-ry
Feathers AREEE coolll
Sara
soft birdlike sexy easy blue white, farrah fawcett,
jean
hair brained of a common name and spelling.
a light brease makes a lung squeeze in a small voice.
I love her.
licking small spikes
sucking back
subtle wind.
warren longmire
The bird sits atop a phone pole, in the city of Toronto. How can so much happen below one little creature, and it still sit there, still, almost lifeless until it flys away again? Does it notice the life below it? Does it notice when a car gets robbed, when someone gets shot, when things all go wrong? Does it know, does it relise? It’s a witness to everything, this witness could set the story stright, but the bad people in jail and keep the good people in the world to do great things. But instead, it will fly away and it’s life will go on.
Stephanie
A large bird sits atop a street pole, the busy city buzzing underneath it. So still it sits, so quiet. Does it even notice the life below it? Does it care? No, but it does crap. And crap it does on society…
Philip
it’s like her hair
keeps getting in her eyes
and you want to brush it away
like wings
over her eyelashes.
you know?
maybe like roadkill instead,
grease and blood and a broken body,
but sort of…
peaceful,
and then again not.
ali
Frustration. How often do these words update? The word “feathered” has been up for around three days, perhaps more. I don’t want to write about the same word five times. I’d like a new word each day. I don’t imagine it’s that hard to do. A simple dictionary file and CRON job would do it.
Tim Thraeryn
feathered is the way that your hair fules underneath my neck it is the way that you smile on a hot heavy day its the way you cant think under any circumstances in maths, its the way the number cease to matter anymore its the feeling of desperation when you can learn to cry infront of anyone. it the excuses that dont come anymore its the escape of realism its the way to leave eerything youve ever dreamt of and society has ever know.
anna newton
feathered friends. go flying in the sky all day. and night. they see the stars and feel the wind in their feathers. they make down quilts for my to stay warm under. sitting by a fire on a cool autumn day. the trees are turning and the fire red color ignites my soul. i am on fire from being feathered. once upon a time i had a baby chick.
lucy
why is it that feathers are so gross but something being feathered is really awesome? it doesn’t seem to make much sense
Rusty
I was looking from my window, a small bird landed on the fence at the end of my garden. I was surprised because this was mid-winter and birds were not normally seen. When I looked closely it was holding a gold ring in it’s beak.
I opened the back door and walked down the garden, to my surprise the bird calmly sat as I approached, no fear, more anticipation.
I opened my hand and the ring was dropped as the bird flew away, disappearing in the distance.
The ring had belonged to my Mother who had passed away in the spring. It was spring again.
Paul
Nothing strikes fear in the hearts of people like being tarred and feathered. It is the ultimate form of prank that leaves the victim absolutely filthy, and not easily cleaned. I cannot even imagine where you would even begin to start cleaning yourself if this happened.
Troy Sullivan
The bed was feathered like the light strands of her auburn hair. Feathered with those ripe red tousles. It wasn’t going to be long now, until I told her. Until I ripped the silence from my lips and painted with it. I watched her lying next to me, the same expression of contentment on her face.
I would tell her soon.
Shiny
Like the feathered serpent that visited the Maya and devoured their culture and lands and regurgitated toxic waste in return. Not a good bargain for the Maya, no?
elias
Hat
Angelica Marie Thayer
My great grandmother had a feathered boa that she liked to wear on special occasions. It was purple and all would know something special was going to happen when she wore it.
DecoyFlyer
Bon Jovi’s feathered bangs make me want to ralph.
Shauna
I’m imagining birds, huddled by a cold river….
But then also bad men being feathered and tarred, a cruel and inventive punishment from a long time ago..
And i’m also thinking sexy burlesque, girls with stockings, high heels and plummage…
Finally, of course, birds of a feather stick together.
Jonathan
The bird was trying to fly over the nest. Her small wings had just feathered with fear in the heart.
Deniz
simple is beautiful. everyone wishes life was simple but its not. simple. plain. whatever you may think of when you see the word or hear it. i see and hear simple as myself.
olivia
his hair was feathered. so was his duck. in the red trans am he rode thru town, like a spoiled prince, oblivious to danger, waste, happiness, reality. so sure was he of his popularity that he often mistook sarcasm for compliments. in the end, he was nobody.
john
Covered in makeup, designer clothes and shoes. This is beauty. At least so they say. Decked out, covered in “feathers” that cost me an arm and a leg. Appearing glamorous cost birds nothing. Yet.. I find the bird to be far more beautiful.
jas
he felt like he had been tarred and feathered it was so humiliating. ben had taken his fragile world and ripped it apart like a bluejay tearing apart a birdsnest. he just wanted to di
ethan
Her feathered headdress was in her face again. She flipped it back up and double checked herself in the mirror. She never wanted to do this for a living but she needed to pay off her college debt. Replacing her garter she raised it higher on her thigh. You gotta do, what you gotta do.
“Where are you going?” He asked. “Time for you to be on stage.”
Kathy
birds flying high in the sky, doing amazing circles and moves upon buildings of cities, seas of wonder views and overhead some person passing by… pretty cool to try getting close to them as they will just whisper away from your presence and be back only upon your clearance of path.
surely you’ve at least once dreamt of being one of them, right? do your own quests for freedom, yet always coming back to some place.
The nest is the best thing to have, and knowing the way, the best thing to remember..
jose silva
kima feather on the wind of time; caught forever in the currents of high winds and dead calm. fluttering now and then above the waves of water and trees and prairie grasses landing here and there
kim
farrah fawcett
joel
as if wings make you an angel
as if hair makes you a model
as if color makes you an artist
an artist who sees what i hide behind
my wings
my hair
my color
and i hate you for it even though my feathers tickle your nose
i hope i amuse you
your wings make me nervous, sir
molly
flounced and fancified, her aging flesh jiggled unappealingly, plastered with feathers.
liza
bird and shit. tar that shit.
Beau
she sashayed into the room wearing the ugliest feathered boa I’d ever seen in my life…
brian
When I was done doing her doggy style, I pulled it out and spunked all over her ass crack. The resulting spray, squished between her cheeks; appeared to be feathered in a Rorschach kind of way!
damn you feathered,
you turn up everywhere;
feathered emotions,
scattered like the bugs in my hair;
if you knew what it was,
that made me so sad;
would you really want to help,
if it made you feel bad;
nothing in this world,
is as it should be;
but that could all change,
if you acted like you should to me.
In the 80’s we wore our hair feathered
Hats were never tethered to our head because our hair was just like the weather girl
her heart i feathered and her mind is flying away, her soul is featherd and her body is flying away in your arms. you can’t catch her, no i promise that you can’t. because baby these veveins are split and her mind is broken and she’s just so gone gone gone and DEAD.
You were dust; dry, sentimental dust that scattered when I found my wings clattering through what was left of the air. I tried to collect you up, make a little heap of you to keep… but it was like putting a burnt letter back together, and I knew we were both better off set loose.
when I am with my angel,i am filled with excitement ,with his spirit divine.
I liken it to my insides being feathered!!
soft and tickled and supported
gentle yet infinitely strong!
All soaring on the wings of our perfect love!!
I dont know what featered means. English is not may language. But, it seems to be somethin with feathers. Well, what the heck does feathers means? Is that thing on the birds? If so, I can’t fly or write neither.
the bird was feathered. The feathered pillows broke open and snowed fluffy, white feathers as the girls viciously pillow-fighted. Featherd clothing is hookery and strippery.
Cherry blossom petals were carried by the wind, and softly landed on her brown hair.
alot of feathes
Birds have featheres
Shet im feathered
Feahere-ed!!!
I like being feathered
What the freak is Feathered?
What does Feathered mean?
WAhat the crap! im feathered!
Feathe-ry
Feathers AREEE coolll
soft birdlike sexy easy blue white, farrah fawcett,
hair brained of a common name and spelling.
a light brease makes a lung squeeze in a small voice.
I love her.
licking small spikes
sucking back
subtle wind.
The bird sits atop a phone pole, in the city of Toronto. How can so much happen below one little creature, and it still sit there, still, almost lifeless until it flys away again? Does it notice the life below it? Does it notice when a car gets robbed, when someone gets shot, when things all go wrong? Does it know, does it relise? It’s a witness to everything, this witness could set the story stright, but the bad people in jail and keep the good people in the world to do great things. But instead, it will fly away and it’s life will go on.
A large bird sits atop a street pole, the busy city buzzing underneath it. So still it sits, so quiet. Does it even notice the life below it? Does it care? No, but it does crap. And crap it does on society…
it’s like her hair
keeps getting in her eyes
and you want to brush it away
like wings
over her eyelashes.
you know?
maybe like roadkill instead,
grease and blood and a broken body,
but sort of…
peaceful,
and then again not.
Frustration. How often do these words update? The word “feathered” has been up for around three days, perhaps more. I don’t want to write about the same word five times. I’d like a new word each day. I don’t imagine it’s that hard to do. A simple dictionary file and CRON job would do it.
feathered is the way that your hair fules underneath my neck it is the way that you smile on a hot heavy day its the way you cant think under any circumstances in maths, its the way the number cease to matter anymore its the feeling of desperation when you can learn to cry infront of anyone. it the excuses that dont come anymore its the escape of realism its the way to leave eerything youve ever dreamt of and society has ever know.
feathered friends. go flying in the sky all day. and night. they see the stars and feel the wind in their feathers. they make down quilts for my to stay warm under. sitting by a fire on a cool autumn day. the trees are turning and the fire red color ignites my soul. i am on fire from being feathered. once upon a time i had a baby chick.
why is it that feathers are so gross but something being feathered is really awesome? it doesn’t seem to make much sense
I was looking from my window, a small bird landed on the fence at the end of my garden. I was surprised because this was mid-winter and birds were not normally seen. When I looked closely it was holding a gold ring in it’s beak.
I opened the back door and walked down the garden, to my surprise the bird calmly sat as I approached, no fear, more anticipation.
I opened my hand and the ring was dropped as the bird flew away, disappearing in the distance.
The ring had belonged to my Mother who had passed away in the spring. It was spring again.
Nothing strikes fear in the hearts of people like being tarred and feathered. It is the ultimate form of prank that leaves the victim absolutely filthy, and not easily cleaned. I cannot even imagine where you would even begin to start cleaning yourself if this happened.
The bed was feathered like the light strands of her auburn hair. Feathered with those ripe red tousles. It wasn’t going to be long now, until I told her. Until I ripped the silence from my lips and painted with it. I watched her lying next to me, the same expression of contentment on her face.
I would tell her soon.
Like the feathered serpent that visited the Maya and devoured their culture and lands and regurgitated toxic waste in return. Not a good bargain for the Maya, no?
Hat
My great grandmother had a feathered boa that she liked to wear on special occasions. It was purple and all would know something special was going to happen when she wore it.
Bon Jovi’s feathered bangs make me want to ralph.
I’m imagining birds, huddled by a cold river….
But then also bad men being feathered and tarred, a cruel and inventive punishment from a long time ago..
And i’m also thinking sexy burlesque, girls with stockings, high heels and plummage…
Finally, of course, birds of a feather stick together.
The bird was trying to fly over the nest. Her small wings had just feathered with fear in the heart.
simple is beautiful. everyone wishes life was simple but its not. simple. plain. whatever you may think of when you see the word or hear it. i see and hear simple as myself.
his hair was feathered. so was his duck. in the red trans am he rode thru town, like a spoiled prince, oblivious to danger, waste, happiness, reality. so sure was he of his popularity that he often mistook sarcasm for compliments. in the end, he was nobody.
Covered in makeup, designer clothes and shoes. This is beauty. At least so they say. Decked out, covered in “feathers” that cost me an arm and a leg. Appearing glamorous cost birds nothing. Yet.. I find the bird to be far more beautiful.
he felt like he had been tarred and feathered it was so humiliating. ben had taken his fragile world and ripped it apart like a bluejay tearing apart a birdsnest. he just wanted to di
Her feathered headdress was in her face again. She flipped it back up and double checked herself in the mirror. She never wanted to do this for a living but she needed to pay off her college debt. Replacing her garter she raised it higher on her thigh. You gotta do, what you gotta do.
“Where are you going?” He asked. “Time for you to be on stage.”
birds flying high in the sky, doing amazing circles and moves upon buildings of cities, seas of wonder views and overhead some person passing by… pretty cool to try getting close to them as they will just whisper away from your presence and be back only upon your clearance of path.
surely you’ve at least once dreamt of being one of them, right? do your own quests for freedom, yet always coming back to some place.
The nest is the best thing to have, and knowing the way, the best thing to remember..
kima feather on the wind of time; caught forever in the currents of high winds and dead calm. fluttering now and then above the waves of water and trees and prairie grasses landing here and there
farrah fawcett
as if wings make you an angel
as if hair makes you a model
as if color makes you an artist
an artist who sees what i hide behind
my wings
my hair
my color
and i hate you for it even though my feathers tickle your nose
i hope i amuse you
your wings make me nervous, sir
flounced and fancified, her aging flesh jiggled unappealingly, plastered with feathers.
bird and shit. tar that shit.
she sashayed into the room wearing the ugliest feathered boa I’d ever seen in my life…
When I was done doing her doggy style, I pulled it out and spunked all over her ass crack. The resulting spray, squished between her cheeks; appeared to be feathered in a Rorschach kind of way!