Flight is a commonly dreamt about occurence. Theories state that if you dream about flight, this indicated capability for out of body experiences. I’ve flown in dreams before, but I can never maintain it. But, why?
Kuuvalo
Fear, sense of loss of control, inability to make it personable; a deep fear that cannot be understood; a sensation of incredible anxiety; it is unnatural. It is not possible without the possibility of chaos. Somewhere in the chaos, there is its reality.
MICHELLE
i hate to fly. it makes me nervous, i only like it because it means im going somewhere cool. but during the flight itself i am genuinely very nervous and afraid that the plane is going to crash and i am going to die next to a bunch of strangers that i dont even know. that would be so sad.
Danielle
the flight was long i walked out the door waiting to see my love except her family was their telling me she did not make it thought the surgery. I cried.
Marcus
A bird sitting and then goin up higher and higher. I want to be in the sky and be with the bird. blue is calm and makes me want to sing. Faster and faster the jet punches a sound into the cloud. A beach with two men making a kite fly with one aboard.
Stanton
I look at the sky, and think to myself ”wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could fly?” Before I realize I’m floating higher and higher until I suddenly take flight…
I’m flying ! :D
musti
So I thought to myself one day that I could do it.
I could fly.
Standing on the balcony, looking at the street below.
Several stories in the air. A condescending pose.
I breath heavily.
And I feel the breeze against my face.
It felt good.
And I jumped.
Stephen Zilio
The plane attempted to take flight but it was unsuccessful. Its crashed leading to the bruing death of many.
isabella
flight is to be free. When your in the air you know anything is possible. To the untrained mind you may feel trapped but think about it at anytime you can choose to just jump out with a parachute and feel the freedom within you as you fall down.
KZA
As I take flight i’m always remonded of my solo… I t was eary morning in the year 1967…
Liam Snell
I once went on a flight, my brother threw up in one of those brown paper bags. I always wondered what they would do with those. Obviously now I know they simply throw them away. I used to imagine them being thrown out of the airplane and landing on someone’s yard or in someone’s pool when the kids were swimming. I wish I still thought that, it was a lot cooler anyways.
Emily
i’d love to take flight one day. Just soar on up into the high sky. I’d fly above the ocean first then probably visit my friends and use it as a way of transportation. Taking flight is certainly something I would love to do one day.
He flew threw the alley. His legs felt like steel springs. All the while he had to resist the idea of looking behind him. What were the odds he’d be running? What were the odds his pursuer would begone? All of his life had added up to this one moment. All of his life could be over in this one moment. All all he could do was push. All he could do was hope to survive.
James Lanyon
i have only six seconds to write about the word flight?
OMG!
nina
fly away
take flight
on wings that you do not have.
fly away
leave this place
because it’s so much better
than here.
fly away
somewhere safe
anywhere is your destination.
fly away
take flight
because you need no map.
you need no wings.
for your destination is the stars
your dreams
your aspirations
and in them lie your wings.
alyssa
The boy looked up at the man and smiled weakly. There was nothing to separate him from the harsh elements except his own determination. The man clapped a hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward, encouragingly. The boy nodded, swallowed, and jumped forward, spreading his arms for flight.
Link
Flight… what do I think about flight? Scary, taking me away from this god damned place where they decide what I learn and how I learn it. taking me back home to my mom and dad, to my sister and best friends and shitty relationship. Easier, if not the best thing. Easier at least.
Kiley
I miss my flight, I’m gonna die
FredMJG
Fight or flight; it’s a kneejerk, primal response. It sends us one way or another in a split second, it collapses or constructs our world. It’s the trigger into the unknown. I hold fast to the feeling of stability when my legs are shaking and I want to run, run, run, and never come back. Where are your arms?
Chiara
to fly away somewhere far
to have the ultimate freedom
no traffic, no lines
just the infinite sky and the clouds
free as a bird, high as sky
no worries just the freedom of flight.
megan
Flight, it is the most controversial use of action ever to be made in Resistance. It is because of this movement and use of transportation that life has continued to evolve in such a beautiful experiment that is today. Life, liberty and the ability to free; without flight, we would not be able to liberate our freedoms as such.
Onoe
in the air above us all there exists a malevolent force that seeks to pervade and intrude upon our everyday life. this force is known as love. it binds us and it captures us with chains and ropes. our words become dulled and our reason obscured when we come to face with it. it’s cunningless lies in the fact that it seems so good while betraying us from the inside.
this can never be tolerated. we must act. this biological manifestation of our ability to survive must be stopped.
carl shan
on another one today, not really sure where im going. but i dont care. im getting away, away from this hell hole i lived in all my life. i hope where im going there’s a good restraunt, im terribly hungry. mcdonalds would even sufice.
Tonya
i love flights, they make me think of the unknown and whats to come. Looking out of the window of the airplane, i see that clouds and they make me think eternity.
jingmin
flying in the sky like a bird
neven
Flying birds. Nothingness. Escape. Travel.. Winged…running away. Fear. Taking flight. Exodus. Movement of the People. Jah People. God. Angel Wings. Hummingbird.
Jerome Leslie
flight…great white flight..catch a flight outta town…i wish i’d been able to catch a flight to baltimore this weekend…but it works out anyway…lets take a flight to somewhere tropical…lets lie on the beach and eat fruit and swim in the crystal blue sea…come on lets go..fly away with me
~anna
I took off, arms spread, straight jump…
“I’ll arch my back,” I laughed, “and then cut up into the air and go up and up and up!”
No one had much faith in it, but they all came to see me fly anyhow. They watched with eager eyes, I think, expecting me to fall…
I couldn’t tell the difference with my eyes closed.
Robert
Icarus flew too close to the sun and in the end he drowned, but remembering the legend didn’t dim my aspirations. What would it be like to go cutting through the air in the sky along with the birds and planes?
Would I be considered a freak to have a pair of wings? Would they call me angel, demon, or something in between?
Nicky H
I wish I could just take flight.
Fly over the trees with the breeze in my face
and the sun in my hair.
I’d fly and fly and no one would catch me,
i’d be faster than planes and trains
fresh air rushing in my veins.
K.
Flight has so many meanings. Do you think of airplanes? Do you think of birds making their long journey down south? Do you think of someone leaving you? Flight doesn’t have to have a negative connotation. I think flight is a beautiful thing that we, as humans are envious of.
nikki
I take to the sky, all molecules of my being being sucked into the stratosphere with the gleam of sunshine off my feathers and rays of light on my face. The currents rise me upwards, upwards, onwards, to where? I don’t know.
Jabberwocky
a formation of aircraft in flight
an instance of traveling by air; “flying was still an exciting adventure for him”
escape: the act of escaping physically; “he made his escape from the mental hospital”; “the canary escaped from its cage”; “his flight was an indication of his guilt”
passing above and beyond ordinary bounds; “a flight of fancy”; “flights of rhetoric”; “flights of imagination”
Tarun
in outer space-out past the air-falls like feeling-no, i got that wrong.
thebrooklynsocialite
Something you can go on and on doing without getting bored of it. It’s great, flying. Unless you’re in a plane of course, where you could develop jet lag, which is a bit of a pain really because you need to go on planes to go abroad, so really you can’t do anything about it.
Naf
I walked in, the room full of egos and noise and smoke. The music was so loud and terrible that conversation was next to impossible. All the faces lied about happiness and elation, which made me feel better. I was only there because I needed to be. I was invited by someone I had only just met, yet I would do anything for. She had the type of instant control over me I had only imagined was possible. If shed have said jump, I would have stared at her lips, begging for them to tell me again, closer. Even closer From the moment my eyes discovered her, my mind was overcome with an image it would never lose. I looked around and saw her sitting next to some people they looked like friends. I was instantly jealous, not of them but of the time they may have already had with her. She was laughing, seemingly unaware that I was actually going to show up. I was almost hiding behind the corner, staring intently at her every move. I couldnt help but scan every inch of her, delightfully violating what Id missed all these years. She looked up toward me, almost dead in my eyes but she didnt move. Had she noticed me? I smiled, but only got a return laugh as she turned back toward her company. She must not have seen me. This is the hard part I kept reminding myself. I was too hesitant for this. I was hoping shed see me and come get me. Why couldnt I simply walk over there? She did invite me? I grabbed a beer and drank it fast enough to barely taste that the keg was close to empty. I didnt notice that my hands were shaking and my mind was moving so fast it made me dizzy. I looked back, and she was still laughing only one of her friends had a hand on her knee. Instantly doubt surrounded me. In almost a flash, the noise, smoke and music became deafening. I was lost in this room. Why was I here? I looked back, and the couch was empty. I instantly second-guessed myself, almost to the point of laughing out loud. I headed for the door and noticed her again. She was still laughing, standing by the door. I slowly made my way to her, and stopped. The room was completely empty except for us. I stood there, staring, trying to understand what she was thinking. She said nothing, just bit her lower lip and grabbed my hand. She pulled me out of the room, and thats when I woke up
Fred Man Jones
not my nature, no… to just take off. i’m not really good at sarcasm, either. i am ready to go at any moment. even i can’t plan it. something inside me shakes and if i don’t follow the rhythm, my words don’t rhyme anymore…
lizziface
Like a bird in flight, the falling man gave one great cry, as though searching for his young, as he dropped to the farthest point in the earth. The trench swallowed him whole, a creature of malice and yet . . . of innocence, as the jagged rocky teeth enveloped him in its dark jowls. The man’s captor stood upon the cliff, absent of all emotion in his face but a sort of melancholy sorrow was etched in his face.
PaigePanda
The darkness pressed down upon me, stealing all my sight. I couldn’t think of anything at that moment except the fire in your eyes. This final flight will never be enough.
Flight is a commonly dreamt about occurence. Theories state that if you dream about flight, this indicated capability for out of body experiences. I’ve flown in dreams before, but I can never maintain it. But, why?
Fear, sense of loss of control, inability to make it personable; a deep fear that cannot be understood; a sensation of incredible anxiety; it is unnatural. It is not possible without the possibility of chaos. Somewhere in the chaos, there is its reality.
i hate to fly. it makes me nervous, i only like it because it means im going somewhere cool. but during the flight itself i am genuinely very nervous and afraid that the plane is going to crash and i am going to die next to a bunch of strangers that i dont even know. that would be so sad.
the flight was long i walked out the door waiting to see my love except her family was their telling me she did not make it thought the surgery. I cried.
A bird sitting and then goin up higher and higher. I want to be in the sky and be with the bird. blue is calm and makes me want to sing. Faster and faster the jet punches a sound into the cloud. A beach with two men making a kite fly with one aboard.
I look at the sky, and think to myself ”wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could fly?” Before I realize I’m floating higher and higher until I suddenly take flight…
I’m flying ! :D
So I thought to myself one day that I could do it.
I could fly.
Standing on the balcony, looking at the street below.
Several stories in the air. A condescending pose.
I breath heavily.
And I feel the breeze against my face.
It felt good.
And I jumped.
The plane attempted to take flight but it was unsuccessful. Its crashed leading to the bruing death of many.
flight is to be free. When your in the air you know anything is possible. To the untrained mind you may feel trapped but think about it at anytime you can choose to just jump out with a parachute and feel the freedom within you as you fall down.
As I take flight i’m always remonded of my solo… I t was eary morning in the year 1967…
I once went on a flight, my brother threw up in one of those brown paper bags. I always wondered what they would do with those. Obviously now I know they simply throw them away. I used to imagine them being thrown out of the airplane and landing on someone’s yard or in someone’s pool when the kids were swimming. I wish I still thought that, it was a lot cooler anyways.
i’d love to take flight one day. Just soar on up into the high sky. I’d fly above the ocean first then probably visit my friends and use it as a way of transportation. Taking flight is certainly something I would love to do one day.
plane, fear, dead, blue, clouds, space, air, cold, freedom.
He flew threw the alley. His legs felt like steel springs. All the while he had to resist the idea of looking behind him. What were the odds he’d be running? What were the odds his pursuer would begone? All of his life had added up to this one moment. All of his life could be over in this one moment. All all he could do was push. All he could do was hope to survive.
i have only six seconds to write about the word flight?
OMG!
fly away
take flight
on wings that you do not have.
fly away
leave this place
because it’s so much better
than here.
fly away
somewhere safe
anywhere is your destination.
fly away
take flight
because you need no map.
you need no wings.
for your destination is the stars
your dreams
your aspirations
and in them lie your wings.
The boy looked up at the man and smiled weakly. There was nothing to separate him from the harsh elements except his own determination. The man clapped a hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward, encouragingly. The boy nodded, swallowed, and jumped forward, spreading his arms for flight.
Flight… what do I think about flight? Scary, taking me away from this god damned place where they decide what I learn and how I learn it. taking me back home to my mom and dad, to my sister and best friends and shitty relationship. Easier, if not the best thing. Easier at least.
I miss my flight, I’m gonna die
Fight or flight; it’s a kneejerk, primal response. It sends us one way or another in a split second, it collapses or constructs our world. It’s the trigger into the unknown. I hold fast to the feeling of stability when my legs are shaking and I want to run, run, run, and never come back. Where are your arms?
to fly away somewhere far
to have the ultimate freedom
no traffic, no lines
just the infinite sky and the clouds
free as a bird, high as sky
no worries just the freedom of flight.
Flight, it is the most controversial use of action ever to be made in Resistance. It is because of this movement and use of transportation that life has continued to evolve in such a beautiful experiment that is today. Life, liberty and the ability to free; without flight, we would not be able to liberate our freedoms as such.
in the air above us all there exists a malevolent force that seeks to pervade and intrude upon our everyday life. this force is known as love. it binds us and it captures us with chains and ropes. our words become dulled and our reason obscured when we come to face with it. it’s cunningless lies in the fact that it seems so good while betraying us from the inside.
this can never be tolerated. we must act. this biological manifestation of our ability to survive must be stopped.
on another one today, not really sure where im going. but i dont care. im getting away, away from this hell hole i lived in all my life. i hope where im going there’s a good restraunt, im terribly hungry. mcdonalds would even sufice.
i love flights, they make me think of the unknown and whats to come. Looking out of the window of the airplane, i see that clouds and they make me think eternity.
flying in the sky like a bird
Flying birds. Nothingness. Escape. Travel.. Winged…running away. Fear. Taking flight. Exodus. Movement of the People. Jah People. God. Angel Wings. Hummingbird.
flight…great white flight..catch a flight outta town…i wish i’d been able to catch a flight to baltimore this weekend…but it works out anyway…lets take a flight to somewhere tropical…lets lie on the beach and eat fruit and swim in the crystal blue sea…come on lets go..fly away with me
I took off, arms spread, straight jump…
“I’ll arch my back,” I laughed, “and then cut up into the air and go up and up and up!”
No one had much faith in it, but they all came to see me fly anyhow. They watched with eager eyes, I think, expecting me to fall…
I couldn’t tell the difference with my eyes closed.
Icarus flew too close to the sun and in the end he drowned, but remembering the legend didn’t dim my aspirations. What would it be like to go cutting through the air in the sky along with the birds and planes?
Would I be considered a freak to have a pair of wings? Would they call me angel, demon, or something in between?
I wish I could just take flight.
Fly over the trees with the breeze in my face
and the sun in my hair.
I’d fly and fly and no one would catch me,
i’d be faster than planes and trains
fresh air rushing in my veins.
Flight has so many meanings. Do you think of airplanes? Do you think of birds making their long journey down south? Do you think of someone leaving you? Flight doesn’t have to have a negative connotation. I think flight is a beautiful thing that we, as humans are envious of.
I take to the sky, all molecules of my being being sucked into the stratosphere with the gleam of sunshine off my feathers and rays of light on my face. The currents rise me upwards, upwards, onwards, to where? I don’t know.
a formation of aircraft in flight
an instance of traveling by air; “flying was still an exciting adventure for him”
escape: the act of escaping physically; “he made his escape from the mental hospital”; “the canary escaped from its cage”; “his flight was an indication of his guilt”
passing above and beyond ordinary bounds; “a flight of fancy”; “flights of rhetoric”; “flights of imagination”
in outer space-out past the air-falls like feeling-no, i got that wrong.
Something you can go on and on doing without getting bored of it. It’s great, flying. Unless you’re in a plane of course, where you could develop jet lag, which is a bit of a pain really because you need to go on planes to go abroad, so really you can’t do anything about it.
I walked in, the room full of egos and noise and smoke. The music was so loud and terrible that conversation was next to impossible. All the faces lied about happiness and elation, which made me feel better. I was only there because I needed to be. I was invited by someone I had only just met, yet I would do anything for. She had the type of instant control over me I had only imagined was possible. If shed have said jump, I would have stared at her lips, begging for them to tell me again, closer. Even closer From the moment my eyes discovered her, my mind was overcome with an image it would never lose. I looked around and saw her sitting next to some people they looked like friends. I was instantly jealous, not of them but of the time they may have already had with her. She was laughing, seemingly unaware that I was actually going to show up. I was almost hiding behind the corner, staring intently at her every move. I couldnt help but scan every inch of her, delightfully violating what Id missed all these years. She looked up toward me, almost dead in my eyes but she didnt move. Had she noticed me? I smiled, but only got a return laugh as she turned back toward her company. She must not have seen me. This is the hard part I kept reminding myself. I was too hesitant for this. I was hoping shed see me and come get me. Why couldnt I simply walk over there? She did invite me? I grabbed a beer and drank it fast enough to barely taste that the keg was close to empty. I didnt notice that my hands were shaking and my mind was moving so fast it made me dizzy. I looked back, and she was still laughing only one of her friends had a hand on her knee. Instantly doubt surrounded me. In almost a flash, the noise, smoke and music became deafening. I was lost in this room. Why was I here? I looked back, and the couch was empty. I instantly second-guessed myself, almost to the point of laughing out loud. I headed for the door and noticed her again. She was still laughing, standing by the door. I slowly made my way to her, and stopped. The room was completely empty except for us. I stood there, staring, trying to understand what she was thinking. She said nothing, just bit her lower lip and grabbed my hand. She pulled me out of the room, and thats when I woke up
not my nature, no… to just take off. i’m not really good at sarcasm, either. i am ready to go at any moment. even i can’t plan it. something inside me shakes and if i don’t follow the rhythm, my words don’t rhyme anymore…
Like a bird in flight, the falling man gave one great cry, as though searching for his young, as he dropped to the farthest point in the earth. The trench swallowed him whole, a creature of malice and yet . . . of innocence, as the jagged rocky teeth enveloped him in its dark jowls. The man’s captor stood upon the cliff, absent of all emotion in his face but a sort of melancholy sorrow was etched in his face.
The darkness pressed down upon me, stealing all my sight. I couldn’t think of anything at that moment except the fire in your eyes. This final flight will never be enough.