I feathered my hair when I was in the 6th grade. It was such a 70’s / 80’s thing to do. Now when I look back at those pictures, it’s hard to see what was so intriguing about this. Nowadays, though, the hairstyles don’t really have much personality. But back then we had feathered bangs, big bangs, big curls.
Michelle
feathered, feathered.
today in photography class, i went outside to catalogue the world. unfortunately my teacher said we were only allowed to go as far as the campus.
feathered.
there life beyond these walls.
brendan l
One day a man woke up to find something peculiar. As he covered his yawn he felt something soft across his face. His fingers explored his humanly canvas to find that during the night as he rest soundly, something went terribly wrong.
Jessica
a blue egg, found in a discarded nest, with a feather as a calling card, a gift to it’s unborn baby so it has something to remember its mother by. Cold winter days. Blue, harsh skys stare down at you.
Billy Simmons
there is none so pristine and naught so light as that which can lift even the most burdened and harrowed of souls. the gift is god-given, god-created, and god-endowed for it can procure miracles, it is the amazing, the spectacular, the unbelievable.
carl shan
a hair style, or to be feathered as in covered in feathers.
it reminds me of white, fluffy things.
Billy Simmons
Finely feathered drifting downward scarves fall through the air. Like dozens of lazy birds, not caring where they go.
Eleni
Birds are feathered, and so are nests, but a feathered bird is not a feathered nest…… Feathered can be a picture…. specifically a digital one…. that makes the edges softer. And a feathered nest makes life’s edges softer…. but a feathered bird… well, that’s just a bird. It’s the un-feathered birds that call out our attention.
David
birds, headdresses, chicklets and eaglets, predecessors to dinosaurs, being warm, tribal wear, insulation, flying.
Katie
I am like a feathered dove. That is a song that I once sang. It was beautiful, a melody much like the setting sun.
I promise that I am trying to be the best person I have ever been. I will be, just stay with me Beautiful.
Feathered birds can fly however they please, and can do as they wish.
Being a bird and being able to soar must be so lovely.
but I wouldn’t trade this life for a bird’s any day.
Lilly Julia
I feel feathered, I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I feel it. In description I guess you could say that I feel light, like a feather? Perhaps, I’m missing the point of this word… hmm, well I feel as if I should be stressed about the amount of work that I need to do, but here I sit, on one word… not doing any of that work – and I’m not the least bit worried. Well, that’s probably because I haven’t realized how much I actually have to do and how little time to get it done. :/ But I do feel feathered. :)
Emmy
The nest was beautiful, made on the outside with tiny twigs but on the inside it was feathered with thousands of small, small, downy feathers, making a lovely bed for the baby chicks.
Marie Phillips
The duck was my friend, he would take me for walks and let me curl up in his feathered coat. I wonder why i don’t see him anymore, ever since that duck-a-la-ronge that I had sometime ago with my parents… oh wait. Oops!
Codie
the hair
soft and whispy
blonde as the ever golden sun
the bird
young and fresh
blue as the ever changing sky
come together
they come together
and set a feast for your eyes
samantha terry
in the end the feathers are nothing more the what remained of her surety. the scarlet down that used to be her shrine molted away like a lover’s memory
kristel
birds have feathers. why does a bird feathers fall off when it gets shot. is it like an alarm that when a bird gets shot all its feathers suddenlny fall out.
louie92
Birds are feather and resplendent in their violent plumage. All nests and catastrophic poo. They glide through the jet streams of polution and drop it on you.
Nik
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Bulent
She swept away the stray feather dangling from her feathered headdress. This was the only job she could find and she needed it. She reached for a kohl liner to apply a beauty spot. The feathers dangled limply around her face. Then she donned the nipple tassles and went on to the stage.
Prazzie
my mom used to take me the the hair salon and get my hair feathered. I never once knew what it was but i knew she always used to say “just feather it back.” when i would start going by myself she would tell me before i left “just tell them to feather it back.” I realize now she wanted me to look like i as from a Kohl’s catalogue, but i think it was all in love.
Andrew Scoville
the man walked into the restaurant and all eyes were instantly glued to what I can only assume was a misguided attempt at fashion.
The blue and green of the peacock feathers kept tickling his nose so that he seemed to have developed a permanent twitch from hand to nose.
I know that I heard a few snickers, but for the most part we were all stunned into silence, by the fashion audacity of the stranger.
Ami
It was interesting, a long a flowing feeling. One that feathered across my mind and danced across my memories. It was grand, hopeful and endearing. It was a feeling I had long since forgotten.
To this day that feathered feeling engulfs me, gives me metaphoric wings. It’s a dangerous feeling, and a careless feeling, one that could have me thrown over-board in society. So silent I shall walk, never to tell.
Kelsey
birds of a feather flock together
A. Wolfe
The beautiful girl was covered in feathers, then unleashed them all in a whirlwind of light. The heavens above were glowing as I shielded my eyes, wincing, looking right above me. Hundreds of angels descended from the skies, their feathers flying around us and down from above. They blossomed like new flowers, giving us hope that there was something to live for.
Sarah
The feathered headdress sat atop his head, tilted slightly. His scrawny arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his mouth tried its hardest to stay in a straight, firm line, but as was its nature, it quirked up just a bit in the corner.
Lita
The birds in the sky are feathered and feel like down in my pillow so soft beneath my head as I lie down for the night to rest. The feathered are an indication of spring, but also summer and now it is fall, the feathered begin to depart in the sky, from the north it is cold but north to south the feathers fly and in their place there are cold smooth and glassy surfaces thick down and protection against ice and water so cold. Feathered is the hair on the top of the girls head that rises so high spiked and glossy, furry it is not but feathered.
Erika Gonzalez
Many things can be feathered, be they hair styles, birds, or a style of painting for that matter. Feathering gives texture to an otherwise blank and drab looking surface. My favorite kind of feathering would be in hair styles, one of which is Farrah Fawcett’s hair style. That style has been known for years as the Farrah style, when many celebrities years before had that same look. Birds are also feathered, though that’s something they can’t necessarily help. It’s kinda genetic with them, and becoming de-feathered would be a far too painful process to even consider. Though that gives way to an interesting question, do birds even have that kind of consciousness to understand that they are birds? Or do they merely think themselves to be a smaller, poorer version of people? Wow, somehow I got WAY off topic, but still managed to stay on topic. Woah…. weird.
Alleena
your hair is feathered. i don’t like that on boys. it’s not for boys. what kind of man walks into a place and says i want my hair feathered please? no. no feathered. no feathered cuts here please. i’ll be leaving now. bye.
lyss
I’ve always wanted to try sleeping on a old-fashioned feathered bed. I wonder if that type of bed lead to the phrase “sleep tight – don’t let the bed bugs bite”. Maybe there were little buggy things in the feathers. Maybe Martha Stewart knows. I’ve had lots of feathered pillows in my life, and am not aware of any bugs crawling out of them… just the little sticky ends of the feathers. You would think that the ends of the feathers could be trimmed. Of course that would take forever. Then there are those tacky feathered boas.
lynn
Drifting through the heavens, Icarus cried with delight, swooping and soaring above his erstwhile prison. The sun sparkled on the seas below, and dazzled his eyes.
April-Lyn
His hair was feathered on the sides as it puffed out from behind his ears. His ballcap kept the top tame underneath the lid and his mullet sprouted out the back like a wild shrub
Givita Chance
His hair was perfect for such an early hour. Of course, he worked hard at it each and every morning. That disgusting comb he kept stuffed in his back pocket, caked with mousse, was his best friend. But there he was, the man. The shit. He was a god in 1984.
scott
Such is one one makes fun of the feathered. Perhaps one day the feathered will rise again, going back to the sky as God intended man to be. By eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge adam was defeathered, and we should all strive to be feathered once more.
tyler
Featherd? Why am I covered in feathers? I’d rather not, as one might say, but to my one they are the only mode of escape from that unholy torment he lives. I’d rather be feathered than to be the cause of his pain. [inspiration from Breaking Dawn]
[Alice]
feathered, hmmm, what exactylt does that mean? i know it is an 80s hair style that guys liked if they were into themselves and rock stars or something like that. I think that is funny actually, a guy loving to feather his hair. “ooh look art me, i have beautfiful feathered hair that bounces in the wind.” i think chics dig me now!” yepo…feathered hair kicks bootay.
shayla Glass
Feathered my nest you could say. With kid gloves? No, I’m not that rich, but I’d like to be. Midas, are you a Judas? Or just incarnadining your speech with sanguinity?
Fie, fie, go away. Ring a roses
Richard
birds. flight. freedom. fly.
away from here.
away from pain.
away from all you know.
away from all your love.
so soft.
so red.
yet, it cuts like a sword.
right to the very heart.
goodbye is the saddest word.
why does it even exist at all?
i miss you already.
Brisni
I felt like a farmer’s prize rooster. Being poked and prodded, feathered and plumed to be put on stage for all to see.
Heather
Long feathered people fly throug the sky wondering about the small people who cry in the mist.
Oralion
The feathered bird swooped down and landed on my shoulder. I had no idea why, or how, such a beautiful being had come to be at peace with me on such a cold, wintry day. But at that moment, I realized I had never felt so at one with nature in my life. So calm, so present, so alive.
I feathered my hair when I was in the 6th grade. It was such a 70’s / 80’s thing to do. Now when I look back at those pictures, it’s hard to see what was so intriguing about this. Nowadays, though, the hairstyles don’t really have much personality. But back then we had feathered bangs, big bangs, big curls.
feathered, feathered.
today in photography class, i went outside to catalogue the world. unfortunately my teacher said we were only allowed to go as far as the campus.
feathered.
there life beyond these walls.
One day a man woke up to find something peculiar. As he covered his yawn he felt something soft across his face. His fingers explored his humanly canvas to find that during the night as he rest soundly, something went terribly wrong.
a blue egg, found in a discarded nest, with a feather as a calling card, a gift to it’s unborn baby so it has something to remember its mother by. Cold winter days. Blue, harsh skys stare down at you.
there is none so pristine and naught so light as that which can lift even the most burdened and harrowed of souls. the gift is god-given, god-created, and god-endowed for it can procure miracles, it is the amazing, the spectacular, the unbelievable.
a hair style, or to be feathered as in covered in feathers.
it reminds me of white, fluffy things.
Finely feathered drifting downward scarves fall through the air. Like dozens of lazy birds, not caring where they go.
Birds are feathered, and so are nests, but a feathered bird is not a feathered nest…… Feathered can be a picture…. specifically a digital one…. that makes the edges softer. And a feathered nest makes life’s edges softer…. but a feathered bird… well, that’s just a bird. It’s the un-feathered birds that call out our attention.
birds, headdresses, chicklets and eaglets, predecessors to dinosaurs, being warm, tribal wear, insulation, flying.
I am like a feathered dove. That is a song that I once sang. It was beautiful, a melody much like the setting sun.
I promise that I am trying to be the best person I have ever been. I will be, just stay with me Beautiful.
Feathered birds can fly however they please, and can do as they wish.
Being a bird and being able to soar must be so lovely.
but I wouldn’t trade this life for a bird’s any day.
I feel feathered, I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I feel it. In description I guess you could say that I feel light, like a feather? Perhaps, I’m missing the point of this word… hmm, well I feel as if I should be stressed about the amount of work that I need to do, but here I sit, on one word… not doing any of that work – and I’m not the least bit worried. Well, that’s probably because I haven’t realized how much I actually have to do and how little time to get it done. :/ But I do feel feathered. :)
The nest was beautiful, made on the outside with tiny twigs but on the inside it was feathered with thousands of small, small, downy feathers, making a lovely bed for the baby chicks.
The duck was my friend, he would take me for walks and let me curl up in his feathered coat. I wonder why i don’t see him anymore, ever since that duck-a-la-ronge that I had sometime ago with my parents… oh wait. Oops!
the hair
soft and whispy
blonde as the ever golden sun
the bird
young and fresh
blue as the ever changing sky
come together
they come together
and set a feast for your eyes
in the end the feathers are nothing more the what remained of her surety. the scarlet down that used to be her shrine molted away like a lover’s memory
birds have feathers. why does a bird feathers fall off when it gets shot. is it like an alarm that when a bird gets shot all its feathers suddenlny fall out.
Birds are feather and resplendent in their violent plumage. All nests and catastrophic poo. They glide through the jet streams of polution and drop it on you.
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She swept away the stray feather dangling from her feathered headdress. This was the only job she could find and she needed it. She reached for a kohl liner to apply a beauty spot. The feathers dangled limply around her face. Then she donned the nipple tassles and went on to the stage.
my mom used to take me the the hair salon and get my hair feathered. I never once knew what it was but i knew she always used to say “just feather it back.” when i would start going by myself she would tell me before i left “just tell them to feather it back.” I realize now she wanted me to look like i as from a Kohl’s catalogue, but i think it was all in love.
the man walked into the restaurant and all eyes were instantly glued to what I can only assume was a misguided attempt at fashion.
The blue and green of the peacock feathers kept tickling his nose so that he seemed to have developed a permanent twitch from hand to nose.
I know that I heard a few snickers, but for the most part we were all stunned into silence, by the fashion audacity of the stranger.
It was interesting, a long a flowing feeling. One that feathered across my mind and danced across my memories. It was grand, hopeful and endearing. It was a feeling I had long since forgotten.
To this day that feathered feeling engulfs me, gives me metaphoric wings. It’s a dangerous feeling, and a careless feeling, one that could have me thrown over-board in society. So silent I shall walk, never to tell.
birds of a feather flock together
The beautiful girl was covered in feathers, then unleashed them all in a whirlwind of light. The heavens above were glowing as I shielded my eyes, wincing, looking right above me. Hundreds of angels descended from the skies, their feathers flying around us and down from above. They blossomed like new flowers, giving us hope that there was something to live for.
The feathered headdress sat atop his head, tilted slightly. His scrawny arms were crossed in front of his chest, and his mouth tried its hardest to stay in a straight, firm line, but as was its nature, it quirked up just a bit in the corner.
The birds in the sky are feathered and feel like down in my pillow so soft beneath my head as I lie down for the night to rest. The feathered are an indication of spring, but also summer and now it is fall, the feathered begin to depart in the sky, from the north it is cold but north to south the feathers fly and in their place there are cold smooth and glassy surfaces thick down and protection against ice and water so cold. Feathered is the hair on the top of the girls head that rises so high spiked and glossy, furry it is not but feathered.
Many things can be feathered, be they hair styles, birds, or a style of painting for that matter. Feathering gives texture to an otherwise blank and drab looking surface. My favorite kind of feathering would be in hair styles, one of which is Farrah Fawcett’s hair style. That style has been known for years as the Farrah style, when many celebrities years before had that same look. Birds are also feathered, though that’s something they can’t necessarily help. It’s kinda genetic with them, and becoming de-feathered would be a far too painful process to even consider. Though that gives way to an interesting question, do birds even have that kind of consciousness to understand that they are birds? Or do they merely think themselves to be a smaller, poorer version of people? Wow, somehow I got WAY off topic, but still managed to stay on topic. Woah…. weird.
your hair is feathered. i don’t like that on boys. it’s not for boys. what kind of man walks into a place and says i want my hair feathered please? no. no feathered. no feathered cuts here please. i’ll be leaving now. bye.
I’ve always wanted to try sleeping on a old-fashioned feathered bed. I wonder if that type of bed lead to the phrase “sleep tight – don’t let the bed bugs bite”. Maybe there were little buggy things in the feathers. Maybe Martha Stewart knows. I’ve had lots of feathered pillows in my life, and am not aware of any bugs crawling out of them… just the little sticky ends of the feathers. You would think that the ends of the feathers could be trimmed. Of course that would take forever. Then there are those tacky feathered boas.
Drifting through the heavens, Icarus cried with delight, swooping and soaring above his erstwhile prison. The sun sparkled on the seas below, and dazzled his eyes.
His hair was feathered on the sides as it puffed out from behind his ears. His ballcap kept the top tame underneath the lid and his mullet sprouted out the back like a wild shrub
His hair was perfect for such an early hour. Of course, he worked hard at it each and every morning. That disgusting comb he kept stuffed in his back pocket, caked with mousse, was his best friend. But there he was, the man. The shit. He was a god in 1984.
Such is one one makes fun of the feathered. Perhaps one day the feathered will rise again, going back to the sky as God intended man to be. By eating the fruit of the tree of knowledge adam was defeathered, and we should all strive to be feathered once more.
Featherd? Why am I covered in feathers? I’d rather not, as one might say, but to my one they are the only mode of escape from that unholy torment he lives. I’d rather be feathered than to be the cause of his pain. [inspiration from Breaking Dawn]
feathered, hmmm, what exactylt does that mean? i know it is an 80s hair style that guys liked if they were into themselves and rock stars or something like that. I think that is funny actually, a guy loving to feather his hair. “ooh look art me, i have beautfiful feathered hair that bounces in the wind.” i think chics dig me now!” yepo…feathered hair kicks bootay.
Feathered my nest you could say. With kid gloves? No, I’m not that rich, but I’d like to be. Midas, are you a Judas? Or just incarnadining your speech with sanguinity?
Fie, fie, go away. Ring a roses
birds. flight. freedom. fly.
away from here.
away from pain.
away from all you know.
away from all your love.
so soft.
so red.
yet, it cuts like a sword.
right to the very heart.
goodbye is the saddest word.
why does it even exist at all?
i miss you already.
I felt like a farmer’s prize rooster. Being poked and prodded, feathered and plumed to be put on stage for all to see.
Long feathered people fly throug the sky wondering about the small people who cry in the mist.
The feathered bird swooped down and landed on my shoulder. I had no idea why, or how, such a beautiful being had come to be at peace with me on such a cold, wintry day. But at that moment, I realized I had never felt so at one with nature in my life. So calm, so present, so alive.