I like to fly on airplanes. The feeling of flight is one of freedom, of not relying on the ground underneath your feet for stability. You’re not as free as the bird, but you still have a completely different perspective of the world than you can get in any other situation. You fly through the clouds, you see the ground below you, and the houses and cars and fields and they all look surreal. It’s like a play world, it makes you realize there’s much more to our world than the small area we inhabit.
Anne
flying, in the air, wind, birds, planes, a amazing feeling, the things birds do with there wings, a plane flying
Crystal
what a beautiful face i have found in this place. we went through a cloud in the day, and came out and it was night. tiny lights on the ground are far more dim.
ivory
I once went to Georgia to go see my soldier graduate from basic traning it was an incredible 9 hours of my life. This was one of the first times i have ever felt incredibly close to him, like i knew him better than his won parents do.
I believe this is because im going to be his wife in a while <3
Elliana
I wish McCain would fly away. Punk-ass bastard with his stupid bullshit. ARG! I’m not even able to think of a reasonable response yet because I’m so sick of his dumb ass calling me “my friends.” HOW IRRITATING!
Meredith
As the flight wore on, she knew. She knew it was time, and that it couldn’t be put off any longer. Turning to the person next to her, smiled and jumped out of the plane into the air. Rushing toward the earth she pulled the string, knowing the best feeling she had ever had.
Sarah
i like to fly high in the sky. i don’t really know why. i guess i just like to get away from it all. i suppose living on the ground all the time can be really boring. i just want to soar away into the clouds and maybe one day see the moon. live on the moon, hell see mars.
issy
The flight was eleven hours, give or take. Eleven hours of stomach butterflies and regret and excitement and laughter and sleep. Eleven hours of sitting next to someone who wouldn’t even give you the window seat. Eleven hours till a new home.
Sarah
flight or fight. birds can fly and when they fly they are in flight, the process of flying. My heart is at flight.
Samantha
If I had the money, I would travel. I would travel around the world again. I would take a flight to any other country. It has so many meanings, but all I can think is travel.
k
She took flight, she wouldn’t listen
Like a mountain against the wind, solid like its symbol
Resisting for so long now, it seems that times could blow it down
Or catch on up, or see the scene, or take too much,
She seems too keen and you love too much
And you hope she’d clean this old stained touch
So diamond rings, upon her hand, it’s love’s old crutch
To try to hold her close when she needs to run
“If we were here together we’d climb this hill and watch the stars
They’re sitting there, presenting possibilities still beyond us
Either physical or meaning-bound…”
I ran through my dream to find her
But she was already gone; I was too late
My dream girl didn’t hear me
Elliot
I love flying. I remember the first time I went flying was in college with Dan and Wendy Zaros. What a trip that was. I was so nervous to take off the runway. The acceleration as the plane tipped back was something I’ve never felt before. I remember how the little houses and cars began to get smaller and smaller.
Brian
Fight or Flight? I think that I’d rather fight for what I believe in… but really I know that I’d choose to fly.
It sucks to realize that you’re not as strong or couragious as you’d like to be.
Ally
to fly like a bird and or a plane. when you are in the air and are moving without use of legs. to use arms in order to move above the ground. flight bite might sight
Annamarie
one time i took this flight to new jersey to meet this sluttly bitch i met on the internet, so things go well and i end up bangin her out the back of an alley and she turns aroudn whith her hand out asking for 50 bucks, i slapped that bitch around, put her in the fuckin meat grinder back home.
john newman
this is the same word as last time.
DS
flight: the birth and trajectory of a new idea, in any direction.
DS
Flights over the earth.
Looking down.
Awed in amazement.
At how small the observer is,
and how big the Earth is.
What do you see?
Clean water, pure earth?
Poisoned water? Deforestation?
Andrew
The wings spread behind him, and the ground beneath him. It seemed to go on forever. All that was left was to start running, a canter, a jog, a full on sprint, and one leap of reckless abandon over a cliff edge. Would the wings given by science allow him to soar?
Aaron
This is where we live: south
of rain, north of soil, at the level
of strobe lightning on the night horizon
Valhalla’s Fourth of July.
My plastic cup of chardonnay quivers,
quiets a fog of qualms in the cabin.
We pay the price of being gods
of distance who can’t stop the plane
from shaking like a snapped dishrag.
I think of nursery rhyme giants
bowling our heads. We are not giants, though
we have mastered Odysseus’ trick
and zoom twixt Scylla and Charybdis, while Homer
Simpson plays on the back of all the seats.
Luggage in the compartments rattles.
In cabin socks, we feel like imps in Olympus.
Numb toes will touch down and we’ll wheel
our carry-ons down the escalators
and try to locate improbable ground,
find our balance on the freeway,
in speed we need. Then in a flash of surprise, Zeus comes from the sky and after raping you proceeds to turn you into a cow. Can’t fly anymore sucker.
Juno
She stared at the sad packet of salted peanuts. The packet stared back. Or at least, it might have been staring back, but she couldn’t tell because the thing was the size of a matchbook.
“Flights sure are cutting down on stuff, aren’t they?”
kann
high above the earth i soar, wondering what these wings are for. they bring no food to nourish me, i wonder for what they could be? yes, it’s joyful up here, true, but i’m alone and without you. the truth i guess is even with wings, i’d rather be doing other things.
gabrielle
I once took a flight down from New York to North Carolina when I was about 10. I was so scared because it was my first time on a plane alone and I was so nervous. I had to make a transfer and got lost for a bit and even though I didn’t start balling I cried a great deal before I finally found someone to help me. In the end I ended up fine and it was alright.
Geoffrey Cabrera
EVERYONE STAY IN YOUR SEAT. WE ARE ARMED AND IN CONTROL. WE ARE REDIRECTING TO YOUR FUCKING HOUSE.
WE GUN CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH BEEEEEETCH.
BIG BOOOM.
HAHAHAHAHA.
:-)
But naw. Terrorism is bad, mmmkay?
Tonee
paper cup holders
trying to be leaves
beneath little children’s feet
as they play hopscotch together
spinning and laughing
hide and seek in autumn bushes
and hang like a stunted flowers
sniffling after a summer past.
Hannah Wells
freedom
birds
liberty
passengers
love
passion
yovs
all i want to do is fly to you, hold you one last time, feel your touch, and love u like before. please forgive me.
joeschmo
I soared above the skies so high, so far. I took with me a vision of heaven and the glories that lie ahead. With it, came much sadness, as for what was to come I could not tell, nor could I devise. The sadness welled up inside of me and I sunk to the ground. The vision of flight no longer available, no longer foreseen. I sunk into the ground.
there was a time to jump and a time to land
but with him it was never about either.
the only way he could see was to jump and never ever fall.
without that in between
what could be the best solution?
he grew wings
and he saw the sun
and he was taken
up
over,
through.
there were so many things he could not foresee
but in that moment of flight
he knew it didn’t matter.
katy
fight of flight run or hide come or go stay. why don’t you stay. why can’t i stay? what’s there to be afraid of? everything. nothing. one of us has to go. we can’t both be here. we’re not meant to be. are we?
one
She started out over the fathomless dark, seeking an end and wondering…just how to get there. How to swoop and swirl over it would feel…to be in flight.
RetroEle
Flying is to soar, to feel the wind pass you on every surface. Dreams are nice, for you can fly, but you can not feel the wind. Therefore, it is not flight. Or is it? Still, I shall not leave the privilege of the flight to the animals – I shall have it for my own.
The Shawnster
She gave him one last hug before she headed through the endless security and on toward her flight. She wasn’t sure when she would see him again. Her eyes filled with tears blurred the world like her emotions blurred her thoughts. Nothing was clear and nothing felt safe except his arms around her keeping her from falling.
Annie
never in the life of anyone i knew does the world in all its glory know the result of years of mad scientists competing to destroy the world for a life everlasting full of guilt and shame that the ones you knew are now gone and you will have no one to blame but yourself and ourselves who relinquished powere to those always deemed unfit to serve.
Anthony again
airplanes in the sky and nobody knows why but they all fall down and kill and murder the innocent lives of those that never flew never knew what other world would exhibit all the familiarities of home and now what? they will never know the end of the universe is cheese? who does not know the end will always know the end of the begginning as it is foretold.
Anthony
i would like to fly to anywhere seriously; to go somewhere would be inspirational.
Just to see,smell, and do anything will be amazing.
:]
Ana
i have always loved flying. i used to imagine, in high school when i was sad, that if i could be on a plane, going anywhere, it would be better than where i was. Later i got through my angst; but i still smile wistfully every time i see a plane in the sky.
Amanda
I was 15 when I took the first flight to study in a boarding school in England. i remembered my Dad was snoring so loud on the plane. He stayed with me for about a week, and then I was on my own. Flight is the beginning of long cold hungry days.
Gabriel Law
Run away runb away. go go go. Fly with your heels as fast as you can away from danger adn negative thoughts. jjust go. away from teh typos. wow the typos. fly from them . expand your mind in to something greater and fly.
I like to fly on airplanes. The feeling of flight is one of freedom, of not relying on the ground underneath your feet for stability. You’re not as free as the bird, but you still have a completely different perspective of the world than you can get in any other situation. You fly through the clouds, you see the ground below you, and the houses and cars and fields and they all look surreal. It’s like a play world, it makes you realize there’s much more to our world than the small area we inhabit.
flying, in the air, wind, birds, planes, a amazing feeling, the things birds do with there wings, a plane flying
what a beautiful face i have found in this place. we went through a cloud in the day, and came out and it was night. tiny lights on the ground are far more dim.
I once went to Georgia to go see my soldier graduate from basic traning it was an incredible 9 hours of my life. This was one of the first times i have ever felt incredibly close to him, like i knew him better than his won parents do.
I believe this is because im going to be his wife in a while <3
I wish McCain would fly away. Punk-ass bastard with his stupid bullshit. ARG! I’m not even able to think of a reasonable response yet because I’m so sick of his dumb ass calling me “my friends.” HOW IRRITATING!
As the flight wore on, she knew. She knew it was time, and that it couldn’t be put off any longer. Turning to the person next to her, smiled and jumped out of the plane into the air. Rushing toward the earth she pulled the string, knowing the best feeling she had ever had.
i like to fly high in the sky. i don’t really know why. i guess i just like to get away from it all. i suppose living on the ground all the time can be really boring. i just want to soar away into the clouds and maybe one day see the moon. live on the moon, hell see mars.
The flight was eleven hours, give or take. Eleven hours of stomach butterflies and regret and excitement and laughter and sleep. Eleven hours of sitting next to someone who wouldn’t even give you the window seat. Eleven hours till a new home.
flight or fight. birds can fly and when they fly they are in flight, the process of flying. My heart is at flight.
If I had the money, I would travel. I would travel around the world again. I would take a flight to any other country. It has so many meanings, but all I can think is travel.
She took flight, she wouldn’t listen
Like a mountain against the wind, solid like its symbol
Resisting for so long now, it seems that times could blow it down
Or catch on up, or see the scene, or take too much,
She seems too keen and you love too much
And you hope she’d clean this old stained touch
So diamond rings, upon her hand, it’s love’s old crutch
To try to hold her close when she needs to run
“If we were here together we’d climb this hill and watch the stars
They’re sitting there, presenting possibilities still beyond us
Either physical or meaning-bound…”
I ran through my dream to find her
But she was already gone; I was too late
My dream girl didn’t hear me
I love flying. I remember the first time I went flying was in college with Dan and Wendy Zaros. What a trip that was. I was so nervous to take off the runway. The acceleration as the plane tipped back was something I’ve never felt before. I remember how the little houses and cars began to get smaller and smaller.
Fight or Flight? I think that I’d rather fight for what I believe in… but really I know that I’d choose to fly.
It sucks to realize that you’re not as strong or couragious as you’d like to be.
to fly like a bird and or a plane. when you are in the air and are moving without use of legs. to use arms in order to move above the ground. flight bite might sight
one time i took this flight to new jersey to meet this sluttly bitch i met on the internet, so things go well and i end up bangin her out the back of an alley and she turns aroudn whith her hand out asking for 50 bucks, i slapped that bitch around, put her in the fuckin meat grinder back home.
this is the same word as last time.
flight: the birth and trajectory of a new idea, in any direction.
Flights over the earth.
Looking down.
Awed in amazement.
At how small the observer is,
and how big the Earth is.
What do you see?
Clean water, pure earth?
Poisoned water? Deforestation?
The wings spread behind him, and the ground beneath him. It seemed to go on forever. All that was left was to start running, a canter, a jog, a full on sprint, and one leap of reckless abandon over a cliff edge. Would the wings given by science allow him to soar?
This is where we live: south
of rain, north of soil, at the level
of strobe lightning on the night horizon
Valhalla’s Fourth of July.
My plastic cup of chardonnay quivers,
quiets a fog of qualms in the cabin.
We pay the price of being gods
of distance who can’t stop the plane
from shaking like a snapped dishrag.
I think of nursery rhyme giants
bowling our heads. We are not giants, though
we have mastered Odysseus’ trick
and zoom twixt Scylla and Charybdis, while Homer
Simpson plays on the back of all the seats.
Luggage in the compartments rattles.
In cabin socks, we feel like imps in Olympus.
Numb toes will touch down and we’ll wheel
our carry-ons down the escalators
and try to locate improbable ground,
find our balance on the freeway,
in speed we need. Then in a flash of surprise, Zeus comes from the sky and after raping you proceeds to turn you into a cow. Can’t fly anymore sucker.
She stared at the sad packet of salted peanuts. The packet stared back. Or at least, it might have been staring back, but she couldn’t tell because the thing was the size of a matchbook.
“Flights sure are cutting down on stuff, aren’t they?”
high above the earth i soar, wondering what these wings are for. they bring no food to nourish me, i wonder for what they could be? yes, it’s joyful up here, true, but i’m alone and without you. the truth i guess is even with wings, i’d rather be doing other things.
I once took a flight down from New York to North Carolina when I was about 10. I was so scared because it was my first time on a plane alone and I was so nervous. I had to make a transfer and got lost for a bit and even though I didn’t start balling I cried a great deal before I finally found someone to help me. In the end I ended up fine and it was alright.
EVERYONE STAY IN YOUR SEAT. WE ARE ARMED AND IN CONTROL. WE ARE REDIRECTING TO YOUR FUCKING HOUSE.
WE GUN CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH BEEEEEETCH.
BIG BOOOM.
HAHAHAHAHA.
:-)
But naw. Terrorism is bad, mmmkay?
paper cup holders
trying to be leaves
beneath little children’s feet
as they play hopscotch together
spinning and laughing
hide and seek in autumn bushes
and hang like a stunted flowers
sniffling after a summer past.
freedom
birds
liberty
passengers
love
passion
all i want to do is fly to you, hold you one last time, feel your touch, and love u like before. please forgive me.
I soared above the skies so high, so far. I took with me a vision of heaven and the glories that lie ahead. With it, came much sadness, as for what was to come I could not tell, nor could I devise. The sadness welled up inside of me and I sunk to the ground. The vision of flight no longer available, no longer foreseen. I sunk into the ground.
PLANE PLANE CRASHING DOWN! WEEEOOOOWEEOOOOWEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWEEOOO
FIRE STORM!!!!!
there was a time to jump and a time to land
but with him it was never about either.
the only way he could see was to jump and never ever fall.
without that in between
what could be the best solution?
he grew wings
and he saw the sun
and he was taken
up
over,
through.
there were so many things he could not foresee
but in that moment of flight
he knew it didn’t matter.
fight of flight run or hide come or go stay. why don’t you stay. why can’t i stay? what’s there to be afraid of? everything. nothing. one of us has to go. we can’t both be here. we’re not meant to be. are we?
She started out over the fathomless dark, seeking an end and wondering…just how to get there. How to swoop and swirl over it would feel…to be in flight.
Flying is to soar, to feel the wind pass you on every surface. Dreams are nice, for you can fly, but you can not feel the wind. Therefore, it is not flight. Or is it? Still, I shall not leave the privilege of the flight to the animals – I shall have it for my own.
She gave him one last hug before she headed through the endless security and on toward her flight. She wasn’t sure when she would see him again. Her eyes filled with tears blurred the world like her emotions blurred her thoughts. Nothing was clear and nothing felt safe except his arms around her keeping her from falling.
never in the life of anyone i knew does the world in all its glory know the result of years of mad scientists competing to destroy the world for a life everlasting full of guilt and shame that the ones you knew are now gone and you will have no one to blame but yourself and ourselves who relinquished powere to those always deemed unfit to serve.
airplanes in the sky and nobody knows why but they all fall down and kill and murder the innocent lives of those that never flew never knew what other world would exhibit all the familiarities of home and now what? they will never know the end of the universe is cheese? who does not know the end will always know the end of the begginning as it is foretold.
i would like to fly to anywhere seriously; to go somewhere would be inspirational.
Just to see,smell, and do anything will be amazing.
:]
i have always loved flying. i used to imagine, in high school when i was sad, that if i could be on a plane, going anywhere, it would be better than where i was. Later i got through my angst; but i still smile wistfully every time i see a plane in the sky.
I was 15 when I took the first flight to study in a boarding school in England. i remembered my Dad was snoring so loud on the plane. He stayed with me for about a week, and then I was on my own. Flight is the beginning of long cold hungry days.
Run away runb away. go go go. Fly with your heels as fast as you can away from danger adn negative thoughts. jjust go. away from teh typos. wow the typos. fly from them . expand your mind in to something greater and fly.