I like to flutter like a bird, soaring in the air. Landing on flowers, noticing their vibrant colors, watching the butterflies suck nectar out, while the bumblebees lumber along whimsically through the air looking for their hive.
Max
My heart’s all a-flutter is all I could think as I walked into the room. It was the first time I had ever tried to play an instrument this challenging for anyone of consequence. What in the world was happening? I couldn’t think. My heart was in my throat and my footsteps were so loud that I couldn’t think about anything but not walking into the door ahead of me. When I sat down in the chair, the cold was comforting. I felt that I had no body, just my horn and my pounding pulse. As I lifted the horn to play, I felt the rush of memory, like an auto-play button come upon me. I blew the first breathe and…nothing. I couldn’t play! I took a deep breath and tried again. This time, my lips pursed and pushed off-center into the mouthpiece. There was a little wiggle from my shaking legs, and the sound of the horn emanated, clear and high. Perhaps I could do this. I played my piece with no memory, just a presence. I finished, thanked the judges, and walked out. I was so relieved that it was over, that i didn’t even bother to care what my score was.
Christa Bartok
fluttering is the worst thing to do .Always avoid fluttering because it puts you into trouble and will lead to bad consequences.
majid Hmeidan
the butterfly flutters her wings;
opens her heart and soul to the world
slowly
timidly
but with great hope
and dreams
awake
slowly
out of the cocoon and
flying
flying
flying
high
so very high.
Taylor
The bird flutters before my face. It is as if a camera shutter were to go off but in a slightly slower motion. What would the camera capture? Perhaps moments like these where time ceases to move.
Matt
butterfly, breeze, napkin, sun, piknic, pond, family, laugh, smile, good times, rainbows, sunburn, beach, orange, outdoors, fast, pretty,
jessica storm
My heart flutters everytime you walk by my door. You deliver news to houses on my street every day, and sometimes we talk. You’re eyes are bright, green like the gras you walk across, and your smile is as white as the louds in teh sky. I wait each day until you come again and make my heart flutter.
Sami
Butterflies should really be called flutterbys. And a towel should be called a drier. But then what would the dryer be?
Sarah
Off the ground, the wings flapped and raised the being off the ground. Soft plumes fell from the creamy wings, but the beautfil being didn’t notice. Soaring higher, its heart swelled with teh feeling of freedom, and the wings fluttered and folded.
Sami
Butterflies are beauiful in the midnight air
Songs play as, flutter my notes in tune
as the moments tick away, without a care
kaylene
my heart is all a-flutter like a butterfly’s wings when I think of the possibilities and things I can accomplish singing in my quartet.
My breath starts to flutter with anticipation thinking about the great things we’ll do in our first contest and in the future as we learn more songs and perform.
My fingers flutter trying to list all the things I want to do with my barbershop career. I can’t get the ideas down fast enough, and I can’t wait to share them with those who share my passion.
Barbershop music makes my heart and soul flutter with passion and love for the music. Love it!
Ellen
I fluttered through my day wondering what I was doing. Or maybe I was just floating, not fluttering. One can never be too sure. All in all, I felt like I was fluttering, and I wish you were there with me, so you could be floatering with me. =]
Shae
A butterfly flutters by, and the flapping of its wings causes a tornado a thousand miles away. I guess I could stop the destruction by catching the butterfly, stopping its fluttering… Nah. I don’t feel like it.
vish
it’s what happens to your heart when you recieve stimulation from something that viscerally affects you. a kiss. a drop. an act.
allison
Sad, sweeping and how my heart feels sometimes without him…
Louise Freeman
I had a dream. It was mid-day. The dream came in the form of an opiate; a halycon calm consuming me, fleeting quick as a guilty child. It was a breif moment where i truly understood. A feeling grips, transforms, then releases. In and out and in and out.
Max Marin
my footsteps on the sidewalk flutter with my ragged breath. I walk the usual route to school,late as usual. Look both ways. Step off the curb. Hike bag higher on shoulder. Notice untied shoe lace. Reach other curb. Always the same, every day. And every day I wish the same thing. Every day I wish for a school bus to come hurdling around the corner. That that big yellow twinkie of a vehicle with smoke flooding out behind it, a physical testament to the entropy inside, will smack into me. Dead on the street. Road kill. Wouldn’t that be sweet? Wouldn’t that be nice? The screech of the tires. The screams of the children inside. The shout of the bus driver to “sit down, and shut up” All swirling together as my blood paints the pavement, a halo around my head, a serene look on my face. I sigh. Back to reality. And I bend to tie my shoe.
Ananda
my footsteps on the sidewalk flutter with my ragged breath. I walk the usual route to school,late as usual. Look both ways. Step off the curb. Hike bag higher on shoulder. Notice untied shoe lace. Reach other curb. Always the same, every day. And every day I wish the same thing. Every day I wish for a school bus to come hurdling around the corner. That that big yellow twinkie of a vehicle with smoke flooding out behind it, a physical testament to the entropy inside, will smack into me. Dead on the street. Road kill. Wouldn’t that be sweet? Wouldn’t that be nice? The screech of the tires. The screams of the children inside. The shout of the bus driver to “sit down, and shut up” All swirling together as my blood paints the sidewalk, a halo around my head, a serene look on my face. I sigh. Back to reality. And I bend to tie my shoe.
Ananda
flutter? i hear it over ten blocks away. the night is silent and still. i hear nothing but my own typing and my own heart beat. i wait… wait for you to come back to me. i know you will.
Bea
her eyelashes fluttered constantly in a way that annoyed me. her eyes were like the shutter of a camera, rapidly taking pictures that would never be committed to memory. i thought it was ironic that she twisted her hair around her fingers, and twiddled her thumbs. after awhile, i guessed it was cute to guys, but all it did was remind me of kindergarten, when i was too afraid to do anything but blink fast, confused, tap toes, too scared, and bite my lip, worried. i guess. but i hated that my own girlfriend did that. cause i wasn’t a guy and she wasn’t sending giggles my way, with her eyes that flutter for men.
IDONTKNOWWHATTHISIS. it’s word vomit.
alyssa
I saw a giant dragon fluttering through the sky burning everything it went by, i was running for my life trying to dodge the giant burning flames right at my feet and then i fell in a whole…
mw
The kind of hummingbird that splits your nerves; tunnels under your skin; busts your veins. She’s the kind of lass that you’d swat… for swatting you.
Clint Hotshot
A bird flutters as the butterfly goes away. Fluttering i quick and simple as you go about the air. The wind carries you so tenderly allowing you to float and flutter where ever you wish.
alexfp
The butterfly fluttered in front of my face. It was the most beautiful day of the year and all i can do was think of her. Hell, that’s all I ever did. She was long gone now but I can always bring myself back to that night when we stood on top of mountains.
Lino Alvarez
when i flutter my eyelashes the world obeys. nothing matters. flutter flutter, the wind in the trees, my curtain, the wings of your heart, everything.
jessica
how is that just now at the age of 23 I have just felt this feeling in my own heart, i guess it takes that special some one…
matt
It makes me think of beautiful butterflies, flying, fluttering free in huge field of flowers. Being able to experience the peace and freedom that no human can.
Danielle
The bird fluttered down the tree branch, swirling and dancing on the wind. Never before did I see a creature so excited by movement and falling. As the wind rushed up to flutter it wings, the feathers fanned out into a crown.
Tyler
flutter flutter into the gutter
My body quivers and when yours done shutter
I cannot understand love from another
I want it from you and no other
with lips of candy and legs smooth as butter
no other name my lips shall mutter.
Jonathan Foley
I DONT KNOW WHAT THE WORD FLUTTER MEANS REALLY. When I think of the word I think of butterflies or fairies fluttering around in the sunny afternoon, in a garden that is full of vibrant colors. Flutter is a word that isn’t used much in my language but I think it should be used more often. It can describe a sound, a movement, a place or a thing which doesn’t always make sense but neither do I half the time. Maybe I’ll just go back to daydreaming about the beautiful butterlies fluttering around in their magical garden.
DAWN WHITMIRE
whispy breezes winged the little places where I try to nide those parts that would infect my life with desires….i let these flutter away.
Luminous One
Birds Flutter in the distance, most days, I envy their freedom so much. They fight the wind, beat against it, how their hearts must race to compete.
Jay
butterfly. fly. sunny. spring. flowers.
shahna
He fluttered on the window sill, trying to get or attention. “He wants in, the poor sod”, said Dad. “Don’t let him, said Mom, his kind, they make a mess and who cleans in this house?”
So I shooed the poor angel away.
Nathalie (Spacedlaw)
The butterflies are passive-aggressive, and so am I. Despite the flutter I’m feeling in my stomach, I still can’t decide if I should pursue you or not. Forget what I feel. Let’s be realistic. You could never want me, not as much as I want you. It’s too bad it has to be like that. Life isn’t fair that way when it comes to matters of the heart.
Amber
this is what i feel when i see your face, gaze into your eyes and our hearts connect. My whole being melts like butter. I am yours and You are mine.
the flutter make my life amazing i love you
becky
butterflies and kittehs. My wife’s cat’s hair as it floats in the sunlight that comes in the window on the wall. It’s gross. It gets in my foods and stuff.
I don’t like to eat hair…
and so she strolled past the view in front of me I had created for myself. a 5cm by 5cm spherical rectangular view of the world in front of me, created using cupped hands to block out the sunlight abusing my eyes. and as she passed so quickly through this minute space I had created for myself, my heart fluttered with the warmest of joys.
mynameisyou
My chest flutters at any remembrance of her, like some crushed insect, trying to fly again on wings yet to heal, if ever. How did i let her take so much from me? How can i ever give anyone the rest of me if all that’s left is this desperate congregation of battered nerves? And here I am, clinging to hope that she didn’t teach me to be just the same. I want this new beacon to be throned in my heart without evidence of a crumbling court. The young lighthouse is lit for me, but am I fit to fight the storm and reach a gentle harbor?
I like to flutter like a bird, soaring in the air. Landing on flowers, noticing their vibrant colors, watching the butterflies suck nectar out, while the bumblebees lumber along whimsically through the air looking for their hive.
My heart’s all a-flutter is all I could think as I walked into the room. It was the first time I had ever tried to play an instrument this challenging for anyone of consequence. What in the world was happening? I couldn’t think. My heart was in my throat and my footsteps were so loud that I couldn’t think about anything but not walking into the door ahead of me. When I sat down in the chair, the cold was comforting. I felt that I had no body, just my horn and my pounding pulse. As I lifted the horn to play, I felt the rush of memory, like an auto-play button come upon me. I blew the first breathe and…nothing. I couldn’t play! I took a deep breath and tried again. This time, my lips pursed and pushed off-center into the mouthpiece. There was a little wiggle from my shaking legs, and the sound of the horn emanated, clear and high. Perhaps I could do this. I played my piece with no memory, just a presence. I finished, thanked the judges, and walked out. I was so relieved that it was over, that i didn’t even bother to care what my score was.
fluttering is the worst thing to do .Always avoid fluttering because it puts you into trouble and will lead to bad consequences.
the butterfly flutters her wings;
opens her heart and soul to the world
slowly
timidly
but with great hope
and dreams
awake
slowly
out of the cocoon and
flying
flying
flying
high
so very high.
The bird flutters before my face. It is as if a camera shutter were to go off but in a slightly slower motion. What would the camera capture? Perhaps moments like these where time ceases to move.
butterfly, breeze, napkin, sun, piknic, pond, family, laugh, smile, good times, rainbows, sunburn, beach, orange, outdoors, fast, pretty,
My heart flutters everytime you walk by my door. You deliver news to houses on my street every day, and sometimes we talk. You’re eyes are bright, green like the gras you walk across, and your smile is as white as the louds in teh sky. I wait each day until you come again and make my heart flutter.
Butterflies should really be called flutterbys. And a towel should be called a drier. But then what would the dryer be?
Off the ground, the wings flapped and raised the being off the ground. Soft plumes fell from the creamy wings, but the beautfil being didn’t notice. Soaring higher, its heart swelled with teh feeling of freedom, and the wings fluttered and folded.
Butterflies are beauiful in the midnight air
Songs play as, flutter my notes in tune
as the moments tick away, without a care
my heart is all a-flutter like a butterfly’s wings when I think of the possibilities and things I can accomplish singing in my quartet.
My breath starts to flutter with anticipation thinking about the great things we’ll do in our first contest and in the future as we learn more songs and perform.
My fingers flutter trying to list all the things I want to do with my barbershop career. I can’t get the ideas down fast enough, and I can’t wait to share them with those who share my passion.
Barbershop music makes my heart and soul flutter with passion and love for the music. Love it!
I fluttered through my day wondering what I was doing. Or maybe I was just floating, not fluttering. One can never be too sure. All in all, I felt like I was fluttering, and I wish you were there with me, so you could be floatering with me. =]
A butterfly flutters by, and the flapping of its wings causes a tornado a thousand miles away. I guess I could stop the destruction by catching the butterfly, stopping its fluttering… Nah. I don’t feel like it.
it’s what happens to your heart when you recieve stimulation from something that viscerally affects you. a kiss. a drop. an act.
Sad, sweeping and how my heart feels sometimes without him…
I had a dream. It was mid-day. The dream came in the form of an opiate; a halycon calm consuming me, fleeting quick as a guilty child. It was a breif moment where i truly understood. A feeling grips, transforms, then releases. In and out and in and out.
my footsteps on the sidewalk flutter with my ragged breath. I walk the usual route to school,late as usual. Look both ways. Step off the curb. Hike bag higher on shoulder. Notice untied shoe lace. Reach other curb. Always the same, every day. And every day I wish the same thing. Every day I wish for a school bus to come hurdling around the corner. That that big yellow twinkie of a vehicle with smoke flooding out behind it, a physical testament to the entropy inside, will smack into me. Dead on the street. Road kill. Wouldn’t that be sweet? Wouldn’t that be nice? The screech of the tires. The screams of the children inside. The shout of the bus driver to “sit down, and shut up” All swirling together as my blood paints the pavement, a halo around my head, a serene look on my face. I sigh. Back to reality. And I bend to tie my shoe.
my footsteps on the sidewalk flutter with my ragged breath. I walk the usual route to school,late as usual. Look both ways. Step off the curb. Hike bag higher on shoulder. Notice untied shoe lace. Reach other curb. Always the same, every day. And every day I wish the same thing. Every day I wish for a school bus to come hurdling around the corner. That that big yellow twinkie of a vehicle with smoke flooding out behind it, a physical testament to the entropy inside, will smack into me. Dead on the street. Road kill. Wouldn’t that be sweet? Wouldn’t that be nice? The screech of the tires. The screams of the children inside. The shout of the bus driver to “sit down, and shut up” All swirling together as my blood paints the sidewalk, a halo around my head, a serene look on my face. I sigh. Back to reality. And I bend to tie my shoe.
flutter? i hear it over ten blocks away. the night is silent and still. i hear nothing but my own typing and my own heart beat. i wait… wait for you to come back to me. i know you will.
her eyelashes fluttered constantly in a way that annoyed me. her eyes were like the shutter of a camera, rapidly taking pictures that would never be committed to memory. i thought it was ironic that she twisted her hair around her fingers, and twiddled her thumbs. after awhile, i guessed it was cute to guys, but all it did was remind me of kindergarten, when i was too afraid to do anything but blink fast, confused, tap toes, too scared, and bite my lip, worried. i guess. but i hated that my own girlfriend did that. cause i wasn’t a guy and she wasn’t sending giggles my way, with her eyes that flutter for men.
IDONTKNOWWHATTHISIS. it’s word vomit.
I saw a giant dragon fluttering through the sky burning everything it went by, i was running for my life trying to dodge the giant burning flames right at my feet and then i fell in a whole…
The kind of hummingbird that splits your nerves; tunnels under your skin; busts your veins. She’s the kind of lass that you’d swat… for swatting you.
A bird flutters as the butterfly goes away. Fluttering i quick and simple as you go about the air. The wind carries you so tenderly allowing you to float and flutter where ever you wish.
The butterfly fluttered in front of my face. It was the most beautiful day of the year and all i can do was think of her. Hell, that’s all I ever did. She was long gone now but I can always bring myself back to that night when we stood on top of mountains.
when i flutter my eyelashes the world obeys. nothing matters. flutter flutter, the wind in the trees, my curtain, the wings of your heart, everything.
how is that just now at the age of 23 I have just felt this feeling in my own heart, i guess it takes that special some one…
It makes me think of beautiful butterflies, flying, fluttering free in huge field of flowers. Being able to experience the peace and freedom that no human can.
The bird fluttered down the tree branch, swirling and dancing on the wind. Never before did I see a creature so excited by movement and falling. As the wind rushed up to flutter it wings, the feathers fanned out into a crown.
flutter flutter into the gutter
My body quivers and when yours done shutter
I cannot understand love from another
I want it from you and no other
with lips of candy and legs smooth as butter
no other name my lips shall mutter.
I DONT KNOW WHAT THE WORD FLUTTER MEANS REALLY. When I think of the word I think of butterflies or fairies fluttering around in the sunny afternoon, in a garden that is full of vibrant colors. Flutter is a word that isn’t used much in my language but I think it should be used more often. It can describe a sound, a movement, a place or a thing which doesn’t always make sense but neither do I half the time. Maybe I’ll just go back to daydreaming about the beautiful butterlies fluttering around in their magical garden.
whispy breezes winged the little places where I try to nide those parts that would infect my life with desires….i let these flutter away.
Birds Flutter in the distance, most days, I envy their freedom so much. They fight the wind, beat against it, how their hearts must race to compete.
butterfly. fly. sunny. spring. flowers.
He fluttered on the window sill, trying to get or attention. “He wants in, the poor sod”, said Dad. “Don’t let him, said Mom, his kind, they make a mess and who cleans in this house?”
So I shooed the poor angel away.
The butterflies are passive-aggressive, and so am I. Despite the flutter I’m feeling in my stomach, I still can’t decide if I should pursue you or not. Forget what I feel. Let’s be realistic. You could never want me, not as much as I want you. It’s too bad it has to be like that. Life isn’t fair that way when it comes to matters of the heart.
this is what i feel when i see your face, gaze into your eyes and our hearts connect. My whole being melts like butter. I am yours and You are mine.
the flutter make my life amazing i love you
butterflies and kittehs. My wife’s cat’s hair as it floats in the sunlight that comes in the window on the wall. It’s gross. It gets in my foods and stuff.
I don’t like to eat hair…
Flutter, twist, turn, splutter, splatter, flip, soar, fall, lost, found, hurt, helpless, searching, seeking, finding, how, why, when, stop.
Flutter.
and so she strolled past the view in front of me I had created for myself. a 5cm by 5cm spherical rectangular view of the world in front of me, created using cupped hands to block out the sunlight abusing my eyes. and as she passed so quickly through this minute space I had created for myself, my heart fluttered with the warmest of joys.
My chest flutters at any remembrance of her, like some crushed insect, trying to fly again on wings yet to heal, if ever. How did i let her take so much from me? How can i ever give anyone the rest of me if all that’s left is this desperate congregation of battered nerves? And here I am, clinging to hope that she didn’t teach me to be just the same. I want this new beacon to be throned in my heart without evidence of a crumbling court. The young lighthouse is lit for me, but am I fit to fight the storm and reach a gentle harbor?