The bird takes off in a quite sound, all you hear is the swooshing of the wings gliding into the flight. I hear your soft song once your flight is over, sing to me.
Molly
On a cliff looking down, not wanting to fall. Forgotten dreams of not caring, freedom, wind rushing up to meet my face, expectant. Feathers falling as I plummet to the ground, my faith is gone as I forget to believe. Too old, ground-ridden looking up to a sky that was once mine, once known, once loved.
Awapuhi
when we fly we are in the air. i love flights because they make me feel a certain tingly way inside. it makes me think of reaching heights and success. feeling a high that is not reachable in any other natural way. i love things in flight as well; i enjoy watching them, i enjoy it. ahhhh!
priscilla
I want to take a flight anywhere right now maybe somewhere obscure a small town in a third world country no lavish hotels with star ratings just real people in real life living
jackie
this flight or fight feeling is killing me. a part of mean wants to run, but the rest of me wants to stay here and suffer the battle.
if i had a sword, i would take it and cut the world into a million little pieces. i would take those pieces, hand them to a stranger and ask them, HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT THIS BACK TOGETHER? would she sit there and try to fix it or would she throw them out? flight or fight…
“to be or not to be” … that is the answer.
if i asked you to, would you save my life? or would you leave me here to die?
flight or fight?
mk
There was a flight. It was good. So is cheese. Cheese on a sandwich is good. I like magic. Especially a magic sandwich. They make me happy. So does Spongebob. I like cartoons. Flight is fun when youre drunk
Kpax
Flying high, feeling good. Loved and loved and loved, never want more.
Los Angeles and a happy time.
Miss it all.
Brittany
or fight, i usually choose to fight. i love conflict. i don’t understand why people choose to avoid it. it makes you proud, you get angry and feel good about it. i’m right most of the time. i will probably win.
jenin
can this be that i have finally reached a point in development and stamina, growth and evolution as a being in the eyes of the Father (not the scientific community), that i might in fact spread these ethereal wings and fly?
Brittant Currie
flying into the air i see a bird, going into the mountain and waiting for its death, sure the bird can go into the land that is forbidden and they are able to go everywhere they desire, and cartman hates chinese
Osvaldo Tejeda
Flight is an uplifting elevation. i want to fly away and go off to a fantasy land. Where i can meet my soul mate. I am alone on the plant where i live and hope to Venture to a world of unknown and pleasant surrounding. Oh lord may i find a man to contain my open spirit.
Casey
I have never fought before, maybe it’s because I am afraid, maybe it is because i’m to strong willed. i will never know the cause of my disproval of fighting. I want to fight, to know the feeling. If perhaps it is a way to contain your sanity.
Casey
I sometimes think of flying myself, away from this hellish pain. You know, it might help, but more oft than not, it won’t do a damned thing. So instead of this flight, I might just fight it. I have with meds, but on that same note my friend’s little sister came over to our place on a flight from somewhere nearby. She’s the shit. So a flight it is.
Shayna
Up into a cliche superpowered dreamscape when the floor gives.
I wish to flee, to flit little whiskers from a whimper of a skip.
A hipbone worth tripping over.
warren longmire
flgiht reminds me of doves and how I like to draw pictures of angels in the margins of my papers and on sketch books and anytime I feel like drawing really, I always start with wings. The angels are all different types, some are benevolent and beautiful angels with large graceful wings, some are dark and terrible like one I drew, you couldn’t see her body, but her wings were long and dark, red and black wings with a yellow highlighter that gave a sort of terrible glow.
Joan Miller
i was on a flight to ohmaha one day. it was a long flight from paris to ny then home to ohmaha. i got drunk of many mini bottles of jack daniels and coke. it eased my nerves. i felt safer overseas on forigen planes and flights at least no one wants to attack a whole plane of non americans there.
nancy
I wish I could fly someday. Fly away with the birds; fly high up. I want to get away, away from all the stress and all the hate. Some call it escapism, but I call it freedom.
Taylor
soaring above as an eagle, waiting for the end, but not really waiting….hoping for something better, something more…hoping that someday I might be able to soar. this is my end, my home my dream
Erik
flying bird airplane i want to fly high as a fuckin bird. i lvoe flying i want to work on airplanes when i grow up. i want to see jamie. i miss her. i love flying. i dont really get the point of this website…but hey its something to do i guess.
chris
a plane was in mid flight when out of nowhere the right propeller started to flame and the plane lost altitude immediately. The pilot and co-pilot were unsure of what to do as they tried the damned to get the plan back at a good altitude. The flight attendants went in to crash mode as the passengers strapped on their seat belts and the face masks that fell from the ceiling of the plane.
Liz
SAM is at flight with the seaguls and unicorns that like to eat codfish at night in limosines. sea monkeys don’t think this is cool. they would rather go bicycling with sam. they are very jealous of the seaguls. they wish they had feathers to impress sam. sam loves feathers. she does. banana van. banana van. grape. poop. in a scoop. of love. mcarther is a teacher in the middleages. he pulled a sword out of a stone. and named it lucy. balloon. mammal. flight of the chonchords is a band, erin says a band of conchords. sometimes when seaguls fly they don’t go anywhere.
megan
The flight of the butterflies is the most awaited event in the village. Wally has been waiting for this event because of an incident in his life. Many things have come and gone but the memory of that day is clear as the water pouring from the spring fountain of the village creek. This will be a day when he finally gives her up.
Alfred R. Sanchez
the bird took off fro the tree limb and landed quite a distance away, at the intersection of 2nd and 57th streets. from there the bird could see life blooming because it was nighttime and often that happens at night in the big city. well tonite the town was amuck with children in pretty dresses and adults running after them.
tess
enjoy the flight red wine at irises in autumn im in debt but i dont care its a friends art opening and we just cant get enough wine im lucky to have artists for friends not everyone does
Lindsey
I took flight back, back to where I came from. I knew that I would see you if I returned. My memories and my life are wrapped up in you. Seeing you will let me let go. I need to let go and then I can take a flight back to reality.
Alexandra Boston
there is an airplane and i’m on it. I can see the clouds passing by. The wondrous shapes and sizes amaze me. The people around don’t seem to notice the beauty of them.
Danny
Flight. All humans wish to have it, though none truly do. Flight. Run away, don’t stop little mouse. Flight or fight. I will fight. I will fight.
Zain Syed
on the wins of ans angel
on the heart of your eyes
in the looks that you give
or the words that you say
on a feather so delicate
on a gust of air so soft
on a wave of the ocean
of some magic pixe dust
take flight
olivia
I’m afraid and I know I shouldn’t be. One day seven years ago shouldn’t mess me up this much. I was just a kid then. So why am I sweating? I hate heights too.
Nothing’s going to happen.
Bob Jorgensen
Flight… What we do when we get scared. What frightens you? The economy? The government? There is no where to take flight… The thing that is feared is inescapable.
Flight… What I wish I could do when I see a bird in the sky. Not fly in a machine, but spread my arms and move up into the sky7. I long for the freedom, the ability to move under the power of my own body, up into the heavens. The sky, literally, my limit.
Flight… Man has learned to master this ability. He has developed machines that mimic birds abilities. A minor miracle!
Elizabeth Calderon
flight or fight? right? we just go. we can’t help ourselves, the urge to jump, run, fly… the urge to take grow a pair of wings and just go. no hidden words or feelings, just moving, constantly. we wouldn’t hide between complex phrases or complicated over expoursure. we would be free. we would be flying. taking flight.
rebecca grden
Once when the moon was full, we left the cap to go hunting. There was stillness in the air around us as we trekked through the woods, barely illumnated by the dapped moonlight. Up ahead, Dave suddenly stood still and raised his arm to signal a “stop.” We crouched down, and then in the animal broke out of the underbrush in full flight.
John T
Simplicity is true enlightenment period
Elliot
airplanes fly. the wright brothers invented the airplane, the first man made vehicle to let humans fly. birds of all kinds fly, including some types of fish. some animals glide, but this is not the same as flight.
darien
flight…wind flowing through my viens…expanding my wings, soaring to heights I never thought fathomable. Not let anyong holding you down but taking that step…that leap into the unknown into the vastness of the sky.
Poetic_fae
Flight, what a glorious glorious thing. Birds could not truly appreciate it. No one who had been born with it could. It takes contrast, he thought, to understand the newfound freedom he had with his wings. Higher, higher he flew, until like Icarus he flew too high, abandoning reason for ecstasy…
Gretchen
something i take too often to florida. A place to think about things. a place where you meet very interesting and odd people. a place i prefer to be sometimes. i like it
Victoria
is the thing that happens when you you go into the air. it can be by plane, by swing set… etc… it also can describe the sensation… and it’s what happens when one is running away… yes indeed… this weird… AHHH!
railene
moving through the air, dancing in space, the feathers are spreading after being plucked from our lives.
sam
winds, i love the air between my hairs. if I could I would fly with out the metal sturctures that we use to travle the world, to be able to fly with the wind in our faces
The bird takes off in a quite sound, all you hear is the swooshing of the wings gliding into the flight. I hear your soft song once your flight is over, sing to me.
On a cliff looking down, not wanting to fall. Forgotten dreams of not caring, freedom, wind rushing up to meet my face, expectant. Feathers falling as I plummet to the ground, my faith is gone as I forget to believe. Too old, ground-ridden looking up to a sky that was once mine, once known, once loved.
when we fly we are in the air. i love flights because they make me feel a certain tingly way inside. it makes me think of reaching heights and success. feeling a high that is not reachable in any other natural way. i love things in flight as well; i enjoy watching them, i enjoy it. ahhhh!
I want to take a flight anywhere right now maybe somewhere obscure a small town in a third world country no lavish hotels with star ratings just real people in real life living
this flight or fight feeling is killing me. a part of mean wants to run, but the rest of me wants to stay here and suffer the battle.
if i had a sword, i would take it and cut the world into a million little pieces. i would take those pieces, hand them to a stranger and ask them, HOW THE HELL DO YOU PUT THIS BACK TOGETHER? would she sit there and try to fix it or would she throw them out? flight or fight…
“to be or not to be” … that is the answer.
if i asked you to, would you save my life? or would you leave me here to die?
flight or fight?
There was a flight. It was good. So is cheese. Cheese on a sandwich is good. I like magic. Especially a magic sandwich. They make me happy. So does Spongebob. I like cartoons. Flight is fun when youre drunk
Flying high, feeling good. Loved and loved and loved, never want more.
Los Angeles and a happy time.
Miss it all.
or fight, i usually choose to fight. i love conflict. i don’t understand why people choose to avoid it. it makes you proud, you get angry and feel good about it. i’m right most of the time. i will probably win.
can this be that i have finally reached a point in development and stamina, growth and evolution as a being in the eyes of the Father (not the scientific community), that i might in fact spread these ethereal wings and fly?
flying into the air i see a bird, going into the mountain and waiting for its death, sure the bird can go into the land that is forbidden and they are able to go everywhere they desire, and cartman hates chinese
Flight is an uplifting elevation. i want to fly away and go off to a fantasy land. Where i can meet my soul mate. I am alone on the plant where i live and hope to Venture to a world of unknown and pleasant surrounding. Oh lord may i find a man to contain my open spirit.
I have never fought before, maybe it’s because I am afraid, maybe it is because i’m to strong willed. i will never know the cause of my disproval of fighting. I want to fight, to know the feeling. If perhaps it is a way to contain your sanity.
I sometimes think of flying myself, away from this hellish pain. You know, it might help, but more oft than not, it won’t do a damned thing. So instead of this flight, I might just fight it. I have with meds, but on that same note my friend’s little sister came over to our place on a flight from somewhere nearby. She’s the shit. So a flight it is.
Up into a cliche superpowered dreamscape when the floor gives.
I wish to flee, to flit little whiskers from a whimper of a skip.
A hipbone worth tripping over.
flgiht reminds me of doves and how I like to draw pictures of angels in the margins of my papers and on sketch books and anytime I feel like drawing really, I always start with wings. The angels are all different types, some are benevolent and beautiful angels with large graceful wings, some are dark and terrible like one I drew, you couldn’t see her body, but her wings were long and dark, red and black wings with a yellow highlighter that gave a sort of terrible glow.
i was on a flight to ohmaha one day. it was a long flight from paris to ny then home to ohmaha. i got drunk of many mini bottles of jack daniels and coke. it eased my nerves. i felt safer overseas on forigen planes and flights at least no one wants to attack a whole plane of non americans there.
I wish I could fly someday. Fly away with the birds; fly high up. I want to get away, away from all the stress and all the hate. Some call it escapism, but I call it freedom.
soaring above as an eagle, waiting for the end, but not really waiting….hoping for something better, something more…hoping that someday I might be able to soar. this is my end, my home my dream
flying bird airplane i want to fly high as a fuckin bird. i lvoe flying i want to work on airplanes when i grow up. i want to see jamie. i miss her. i love flying. i dont really get the point of this website…but hey its something to do i guess.
a plane was in mid flight when out of nowhere the right propeller started to flame and the plane lost altitude immediately. The pilot and co-pilot were unsure of what to do as they tried the damned to get the plan back at a good altitude. The flight attendants went in to crash mode as the passengers strapped on their seat belts and the face masks that fell from the ceiling of the plane.
SAM is at flight with the seaguls and unicorns that like to eat codfish at night in limosines. sea monkeys don’t think this is cool. they would rather go bicycling with sam. they are very jealous of the seaguls. they wish they had feathers to impress sam. sam loves feathers. she does. banana van. banana van. grape. poop. in a scoop. of love. mcarther is a teacher in the middleages. he pulled a sword out of a stone. and named it lucy. balloon. mammal. flight of the chonchords is a band, erin says a band of conchords. sometimes when seaguls fly they don’t go anywhere.
The flight of the butterflies is the most awaited event in the village. Wally has been waiting for this event because of an incident in his life. Many things have come and gone but the memory of that day is clear as the water pouring from the spring fountain of the village creek. This will be a day when he finally gives her up.
the bird took off fro the tree limb and landed quite a distance away, at the intersection of 2nd and 57th streets. from there the bird could see life blooming because it was nighttime and often that happens at night in the big city. well tonite the town was amuck with children in pretty dresses and adults running after them.
enjoy the flight red wine at irises in autumn im in debt but i dont care its a friends art opening and we just cant get enough wine im lucky to have artists for friends not everyone does
I took flight back, back to where I came from. I knew that I would see you if I returned. My memories and my life are wrapped up in you. Seeing you will let me let go. I need to let go and then I can take a flight back to reality.
there is an airplane and i’m on it. I can see the clouds passing by. The wondrous shapes and sizes amaze me. The people around don’t seem to notice the beauty of them.
Flight. All humans wish to have it, though none truly do. Flight. Run away, don’t stop little mouse. Flight or fight. I will fight. I will fight.
on the wins of ans angel
on the heart of your eyes
in the looks that you give
or the words that you say
on a feather so delicate
on a gust of air so soft
on a wave of the ocean
of some magic pixe dust
take flight
I’m afraid and I know I shouldn’t be. One day seven years ago shouldn’t mess me up this much. I was just a kid then. So why am I sweating? I hate heights too.
Nothing’s going to happen.
Flight… What we do when we get scared. What frightens you? The economy? The government? There is no where to take flight… The thing that is feared is inescapable.
Flight… What I wish I could do when I see a bird in the sky. Not fly in a machine, but spread my arms and move up into the sky7. I long for the freedom, the ability to move under the power of my own body, up into the heavens. The sky, literally, my limit.
Flight… Man has learned to master this ability. He has developed machines that mimic birds abilities. A minor miracle!
flight or fight? right? we just go. we can’t help ourselves, the urge to jump, run, fly… the urge to take grow a pair of wings and just go. no hidden words or feelings, just moving, constantly. we wouldn’t hide between complex phrases or complicated over expoursure. we would be free. we would be flying. taking flight.
Once when the moon was full, we left the cap to go hunting. There was stillness in the air around us as we trekked through the woods, barely illumnated by the dapped moonlight. Up ahead, Dave suddenly stood still and raised his arm to signal a “stop.” We crouched down, and then in the animal broke out of the underbrush in full flight.
Simplicity is true enlightenment period
airplanes fly. the wright brothers invented the airplane, the first man made vehicle to let humans fly. birds of all kinds fly, including some types of fish. some animals glide, but this is not the same as flight.
flight…wind flowing through my viens…expanding my wings, soaring to heights I never thought fathomable. Not let anyong holding you down but taking that step…that leap into the unknown into the vastness of the sky.
Flight, what a glorious glorious thing. Birds could not truly appreciate it. No one who had been born with it could. It takes contrast, he thought, to understand the newfound freedom he had with his wings. Higher, higher he flew, until like Icarus he flew too high, abandoning reason for ecstasy…
something i take too often to florida. A place to think about things. a place where you meet very interesting and odd people. a place i prefer to be sometimes. i like it
is the thing that happens when you you go into the air. it can be by plane, by swing set… etc… it also can describe the sensation… and it’s what happens when one is running away… yes indeed… this weird… AHHH!
moving through the air, dancing in space, the feathers are spreading after being plucked from our lives.
winds, i love the air between my hairs. if I could I would fly with out the metal sturctures that we use to travle the world, to be able to fly with the wind in our faces