On one flight to Africa, a moose, Jeff, and a camel, Earl, met. Jeff and Earl became instant friends. Earl knew something was about to happen when
Kim
flight means freedom. i can get the hell out of here and finally be me. i can prove to everyone i mean something and that my thoughts aren’t crazy they’re just big and exciting. i can be me for once in my life and not be controlled.
stefy
Flight is a beauty. Man spent centuries gazing at the birds of the air, wishing to join them in their amazing adventures in the air. We still need machines to fly, but even in a plane, being up in the air is the most wonderful thought to entertain.
Rika84
fight but when?
who knows but here’s till then.
ranging a span, a man with a plan.
but into my pan doeth Pandoric Pan Pander to man.
Here we go again on my own.
Jingle jingle dog in the yard.
Whose chain makes ringle and taste buds tingle.
Pan Pangenetor
i took flight and ran into the night. the slave master followed me wuicker than I had anticipated but I was able to hide under an old log. THe dogs ran past me, by the grace of god and I continued on my way to canada…to freedom. My story continued the next day when I awoke tied to a chair. My captor was a large, and surprisingly, black man.
Danny
Flight I’m flying tomorrow to see maddie oh my goodness I am EXCITED.
flight out of here away cowardice. it’s true, a little. I can’t face the silence or the aloneness.
Flight…I’m always a little bit ascared.
Becca
The black wolf looked up, his eyes clouded with anger. He shook his head, and slipped onto his haunches, tail swishing back-and-forth. A white bird landed on his shoulder, rubbing it’s head against the wolf’s neck. He shrugged, letting out a sigh.
“It’s fine, you can go.” he murmured, ears flattening.
The bird pecked his muzzle, but in a loving gesture. Then, spreading its wings out, it took off into the skies.
The black wolf looked up, sighing.
And with his last words of life, he collapsed.
Kaze
She boarded the plane, quiet and scared. Her eyes closed when she took her sleep, attempting to get as much rest as humanly possible.
It wasn’t the plane or the flight that scared her, it was what would inevitably follow. It was what she knew was waiting for her when she got to the city, a car full of depressed family members that would somehow try to set her up even in their grief.
Cassandra
I used to be afraid of flight, but now I find that it’s one of the best ways to relax. It’s as if physically leaving the ground allows my mind to leave the ground as well. I am able to think thoughts that matter…or don’t…depending. I find flight inspiring.
Jenn
She flew over the mountaintops in search of a home and a family. She didn’t know quite what to do with herself either. It was all an eery experience, this fright with flight, but she was determined to prevail it. Afterall, this was a ritual that all angels endured, right? But then again, wasn’t endurance for the demons? Perhaps, she had never really known the truth…
Satoshi
run away that’s what I’d like to do. just get away from this place. I mean where else would you work and the boss says to you” if you need to know about it I will tell you” so you sit and wait and get nothing to do unless you make it up and make it look like it was someone else’s idea to give you the job. Let me out of here Now
aggysaunt
flight of the bumblebee. flying high into the sky. soaring through the air, the trees, the atmosphere. gliding higher, weightless, free. Flight is know, running, hiding what you’ve learned. Flight is freedom.
Katelyn
Let my dreams take flight,
I want you to be with me tonight.
I love you still,
won’t you tell me you will
stay with me
and be happy?
Instead of giving up,
saying we’re out of luck.
Because we are in love,
and it was a gift from above.
Kiss me again tonight,
let our dreams take flight,
and tell me everything’s alright.
Because, Eric I love you.
Lilly Julia
i set the stakes high. i’ll go there and come right back. right? i promise. that’s what it’s going to be like. …but do i want it to turn out that way? that i do not know the answer to. i will take flight. soar, if you must. fly on high past the horizons. where i will finally see you there.
EMILY M
the flight took off at three in the morning. i was wearing the clothes i had put on the morning before.the chain around my neck was cold, but my head was hot. the stewardess asked if she could do anything to make my flight more comfortable. i couldn’t tell her that this was the last place i wanted to be, and nothing could make it enjoyable at this point. so i shook my head and went back to my book.
Sophie
It’s first flight. The small sparrow slowly lifted it’s feet off the ground. And flapped it’s wings as if it’s life depended on it. It dropped form the tree, seemingly plunging to it’s death. Until it slowly lifted up into the air, and flew back to the nest it knew as home
Matt k
I TOOK FLIGHT ON A COLD, RAINY , AND UNFORGIVING DAY IN OCTOBER. MY HANDS FELT AS IF THEY WERE NUMB FROM THE COLDNESS. UPON GETTIN IN THE PLANE MY NUMBENESS SOON WENT AWAY , AND I BEGAN TO TREMBLE IN FEAR. WHAT HAVE I DONE!!, I MURMURED.
ALEJANDRA
We need help in these uncertain time not just the rich or middle class but what about those make minimum wage?
LaVerne
sometimes it’s all you think about. it is all you think about. it is all thinking about you sometimes. it sometimes thinks about you. you think sometimes about it. about it you sometimes think. all the time. but only some of all the time.
Whalie
And quickly they were gone alike a bird, soaring off with the prize I had sought for so long. I laughed at the irony of it all
Jenny
take flight
for a fixed fancy
fated to fail
Kim
When you fly it’s like you’re free. Why? Birds fly and they’re free. They define what’s in the English language right? Yeh, I guess they do. So aeroplanes are related to nuts and seeds, like those disgusting aeroplane meals. Oh, I certainly need snacks on those planes.
Waffles
The flight of eagles can take your breath away. Soaring and wheeling, they fight with the wind and the clouds to declare their supremacy.
christa
birds in flight. maybe there was a branch that fell, or a fox creeping along in the nearby brush. whatever it was, they all knew to take flight together, as one mass. is it bred in them? do they tell each other? do they love each other?
jae
There once was a bird who wanted to fly. But it couldn’t, because it had broken wings. So what he did was try to fall instead.
Let’s just say; it didn’t work out well.
The bird Died.
courtney
There once was a bird who wanted to fly. But it couldn’t, because it had broken wings. So what he did was try to fall instead.
Let’s just say; it didn’t work out well.
The bird Died.
courtney
there was a bird in flight. it soared above the trees and swooped down to catch a rat. The flight was awesome and left bystanders gasping with fright, not knowing if the raptor was going to attack one of them or if he would be content with his prize clutched in his beak so tight.
whipsers
the flight of the cranes, over yellowdead grass, their paper wings rustling like kisses on the wind. beauty and peace that never was and will never be. they break away, reform — now they are sheep, gamboling; fluffy clouds like marshmallows.
Lilly
flying above the air with nothing but the clouds to go on. No way out. Though I’m trapped, i feel safe. Thousands of feet above the earth’s surface.
shanny
fly above the city at a summer night
Rosinante
The airplane door jammed shut. Now or never I though to myself. Moments from now would be suspended high in the air with nothing below me but hope. The plane rushed to live. I held my breath.
Robert Tracey
so many troubles i’ve got to fight as my life takes off for flight. turn on the radio and close my eyes as every little movement takes my body by surprise.
greg
My heart took to flight. When I looked in your eyes. It filled with love. Soaring to great heights above. Our lives entwined. No more you and I. Just us and we. From now through eternity.
Jay
i would like to fly and soar. meditation is flight. flying would be loving like an unincumbered woman. i think i could love like that. she is me in skin that could soar, too. she flies above the
rosie
the way to fly, you also fly in a plane. the Wright Brother inveted the first plane. people fly everyda over the atlantic ocean and pacific ocen. people also fly to space in a rocet ship, bird fly areodinamics is asome!
Kayleigh
the flight took too long. i stood in the terminal for two hours waiting. it’s just malfunctions at the other airport, that’s it. only malfunctions. or delays there’s always delays at airports. that’ right. it was a delay. but wouldn’t he have caled by now?
then it hit.
then i knew.
it wasn’t a delay.
kate lapier
I WANT THE WORD TO CHANGE. I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE. Flying is over rated. I’m scared of heights. :(
xxx
I still think about how we were thirteen once, how we’d sit in that pizza parlour and we swore, the four of us, we swore that we’d meet there again when we were all twenty and our lives were full and vast and huge, that no matter what, we’d meet there and we all figured it would be perfect, but we don’t talk much anymore. We’re spread far apart, distances usually travelled by planes, or trains or cars, be it ten miles or a thousand miles, I just really fucking miss you guys.
Aisling
take flight. live up to your full potential. rise above the bad and embrace the good.
Tara
aviation is amazing. god bless the wright brothers. I wish I could fly. If I had one super power it would be to fly so I could fly anywhere in the world. I would go to paris and sit atop the Eiffel Tower and admire the view. Then to the pyramids.
On one flight to Africa, a moose, Jeff, and a camel, Earl, met. Jeff and Earl became instant friends. Earl knew something was about to happen when
flight means freedom. i can get the hell out of here and finally be me. i can prove to everyone i mean something and that my thoughts aren’t crazy they’re just big and exciting. i can be me for once in my life and not be controlled.
Flight is a beauty. Man spent centuries gazing at the birds of the air, wishing to join them in their amazing adventures in the air. We still need machines to fly, but even in a plane, being up in the air is the most wonderful thought to entertain.
fight but when?
who knows but here’s till then.
ranging a span, a man with a plan.
but into my pan doeth Pandoric Pan Pander to man.
Here we go again on my own.
Jingle jingle dog in the yard.
Whose chain makes ringle and taste buds tingle.
i took flight and ran into the night. the slave master followed me wuicker than I had anticipated but I was able to hide under an old log. THe dogs ran past me, by the grace of god and I continued on my way to canada…to freedom. My story continued the next day when I awoke tied to a chair. My captor was a large, and surprisingly, black man.
Flight I’m flying tomorrow to see maddie oh my goodness I am EXCITED.
flight out of here away cowardice. it’s true, a little. I can’t face the silence or the aloneness.
Flight…I’m always a little bit ascared.
The black wolf looked up, his eyes clouded with anger. He shook his head, and slipped onto his haunches, tail swishing back-and-forth. A white bird landed on his shoulder, rubbing it’s head against the wolf’s neck. He shrugged, letting out a sigh.
“It’s fine, you can go.” he murmured, ears flattening.
The bird pecked his muzzle, but in a loving gesture. Then, spreading its wings out, it took off into the skies.
The black wolf looked up, sighing.
And with his last words of life, he collapsed.
She boarded the plane, quiet and scared. Her eyes closed when she took her sleep, attempting to get as much rest as humanly possible.
It wasn’t the plane or the flight that scared her, it was what would inevitably follow. It was what she knew was waiting for her when she got to the city, a car full of depressed family members that would somehow try to set her up even in their grief.
I used to be afraid of flight, but now I find that it’s one of the best ways to relax. It’s as if physically leaving the ground allows my mind to leave the ground as well. I am able to think thoughts that matter…or don’t…depending. I find flight inspiring.
She flew over the mountaintops in search of a home and a family. She didn’t know quite what to do with herself either. It was all an eery experience, this fright with flight, but she was determined to prevail it. Afterall, this was a ritual that all angels endured, right? But then again, wasn’t endurance for the demons? Perhaps, she had never really known the truth…
run away that’s what I’d like to do. just get away from this place. I mean where else would you work and the boss says to you” if you need to know about it I will tell you” so you sit and wait and get nothing to do unless you make it up and make it look like it was someone else’s idea to give you the job. Let me out of here Now
flight of the bumblebee. flying high into the sky. soaring through the air, the trees, the atmosphere. gliding higher, weightless, free. Flight is know, running, hiding what you’ve learned. Flight is freedom.
Let my dreams take flight,
I want you to be with me tonight.
I love you still,
won’t you tell me you will
stay with me
and be happy?
Instead of giving up,
saying we’re out of luck.
Because we are in love,
and it was a gift from above.
Kiss me again tonight,
let our dreams take flight,
and tell me everything’s alright.
Because, Eric I love you.
i set the stakes high. i’ll go there and come right back. right? i promise. that’s what it’s going to be like. …but do i want it to turn out that way? that i do not know the answer to. i will take flight. soar, if you must. fly on high past the horizons. where i will finally see you there.
the flight took off at three in the morning. i was wearing the clothes i had put on the morning before.the chain around my neck was cold, but my head was hot. the stewardess asked if she could do anything to make my flight more comfortable. i couldn’t tell her that this was the last place i wanted to be, and nothing could make it enjoyable at this point. so i shook my head and went back to my book.
It’s first flight. The small sparrow slowly lifted it’s feet off the ground. And flapped it’s wings as if it’s life depended on it. It dropped form the tree, seemingly plunging to it’s death. Until it slowly lifted up into the air, and flew back to the nest it knew as home
I TOOK FLIGHT ON A COLD, RAINY , AND UNFORGIVING DAY IN OCTOBER. MY HANDS FELT AS IF THEY WERE NUMB FROM THE COLDNESS. UPON GETTIN IN THE PLANE MY NUMBENESS SOON WENT AWAY , AND I BEGAN TO TREMBLE IN FEAR. WHAT HAVE I DONE!!, I MURMURED.
We need help in these uncertain time not just the rich or middle class but what about those make minimum wage?
sometimes it’s all you think about. it is all you think about. it is all thinking about you sometimes. it sometimes thinks about you. you think sometimes about it. about it you sometimes think. all the time. but only some of all the time.
And quickly they were gone alike a bird, soaring off with the prize I had sought for so long. I laughed at the irony of it all
take flight
for a fixed fancy
fated to fail
When you fly it’s like you’re free. Why? Birds fly and they’re free. They define what’s in the English language right? Yeh, I guess they do. So aeroplanes are related to nuts and seeds, like those disgusting aeroplane meals. Oh, I certainly need snacks on those planes.
The flight of eagles can take your breath away. Soaring and wheeling, they fight with the wind and the clouds to declare their supremacy.
birds in flight. maybe there was a branch that fell, or a fox creeping along in the nearby brush. whatever it was, they all knew to take flight together, as one mass. is it bred in them? do they tell each other? do they love each other?
There once was a bird who wanted to fly. But it couldn’t, because it had broken wings. So what he did was try to fall instead.
Let’s just say; it didn’t work out well.
The bird Died.
There once was a bird who wanted to fly. But it couldn’t, because it had broken wings. So what he did was try to fall instead.
Let’s just say; it didn’t work out well.
The bird Died.
there was a bird in flight. it soared above the trees and swooped down to catch a rat. The flight was awesome and left bystanders gasping with fright, not knowing if the raptor was going to attack one of them or if he would be content with his prize clutched in his beak so tight.
the flight of the cranes, over yellowdead grass, their paper wings rustling like kisses on the wind. beauty and peace that never was and will never be. they break away, reform — now they are sheep, gamboling; fluffy clouds like marshmallows.
flying above the air with nothing but the clouds to go on. No way out. Though I’m trapped, i feel safe. Thousands of feet above the earth’s surface.
fly above the city at a summer night
The airplane door jammed shut. Now or never I though to myself. Moments from now would be suspended high in the air with nothing below me but hope. The plane rushed to live. I held my breath.
so many troubles i’ve got to fight as my life takes off for flight. turn on the radio and close my eyes as every little movement takes my body by surprise.
My heart took to flight. When I looked in your eyes. It filled with love. Soaring to great heights above. Our lives entwined. No more you and I. Just us and we. From now through eternity.
i would like to fly and soar. meditation is flight. flying would be loving like an unincumbered woman. i think i could love like that. she is me in skin that could soar, too. she flies above the
the way to fly, you also fly in a plane. the Wright Brother inveted the first plane. people fly everyda over the atlantic ocean and pacific ocen. people also fly to space in a rocet ship, bird fly areodinamics is asome!
the flight took too long. i stood in the terminal for two hours waiting. it’s just malfunctions at the other airport, that’s it. only malfunctions. or delays there’s always delays at airports. that’ right. it was a delay. but wouldn’t he have caled by now?
then it hit.
then i knew.
it wasn’t a delay.
I WANT THE WORD TO CHANGE. I WANT TO WRITE ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE. Flying is over rated. I’m scared of heights. :(
I still think about how we were thirteen once, how we’d sit in that pizza parlour and we swore, the four of us, we swore that we’d meet there again when we were all twenty and our lives were full and vast and huge, that no matter what, we’d meet there and we all figured it would be perfect, but we don’t talk much anymore. We’re spread far apart, distances usually travelled by planes, or trains or cars, be it ten miles or a thousand miles, I just really fucking miss you guys.
take flight. live up to your full potential. rise above the bad and embrace the good.
aviation is amazing. god bless the wright brothers. I wish I could fly. If I had one super power it would be to fly so I could fly anywhere in the world. I would go to paris and sit atop the Eiffel Tower and admire the view. Then to the pyramids.