floating in the air the ship raised above the other slowly grazing over the empty plains or wavering grass.
Walker Sexton
Crafty. It was what I wanted to be but I knew better as she was not going to be easily impressed.
As the time ticked I said to her, that we needed to jet. She said Jet? I said you know hover…..
Steve
The moon was hovering over the earth and it was something to see. How many times did I look up to see what hovers above? The bright sky? The dark clouds? But the moon is what is there, always. Dependable and strong. It is then that I wonder why I’ve not looked up before.
Lee
i hover in dreams, just hang out in the window behind our bed. i just watch him, he is so beautiful. then i walk around and look in each window of the house and wonder if anyone else has ever done that and saw me. what was i doing?
me
It feels like i’m hovering
Soul out of body and mind
I know it’s mine but still I don’t like it
I could try and fight it but what is the point
6chez6
all you do is hover…behind me…in front of me…on top of me…never smothering…just a constant…for once can you pull a Peter Pan and let yourself go…I bet you have a personality all your own…why not go and discover it…just cause you are a shadow does not mean you have to meld to me…I have a feeling that all the other shadows wish they were you…go hover with them for a while…I will sew you back on later…
Chelsea Holden
i hover over the graveyard. my hair is floating around in swirls around my face. i am haunting this space. its dark but not too dark. i can see you coming. i will watch you forever. you will never escape me. i am powerful and present. i am aware of you.
rainy
you hover me as I cry and cry
ridiculous to be shedding these tears
still you hover.
laughing as you do.
insanity sparks
that’s that.
I cry
you laugh
hover me.
Elizabeth Hubbard
My mind hovers throughtout my memories, searching for inspiration.
A thought.
A mere stepping stone, perhaps, that could lead it to new and innovating thoughts.
Or that could perhaps facilitate is northless journey by giving it a south.
Myself
in a beautiful spiral of colors, a body hovers. the rainbow of light, life and time spent well consumes the seemingly inanimate body.
zach
Hover, ‘to hover’ to be in the air, without doing anything.
Hover, the first part of the word ‘hovercraft’. The thing every boy wants to drive, but nobody actually does.
I can feel like I hover when I write!
DutchSchoolKid
hovering over the small town the aircraft sat, omniously….
the people starred in awe, but with little surprise…wasn’t this inevitable at some point?
didnn’t everybody know this was coming?
ahtumn
There aren’t very many things I daydream about. But there is one thing; being able to fly. Maybe it is the adventerous side of me but I would like to hover about…hover above my children to help them make good decisions.
Renee
There aren’t very many things I daydream about. But there is one thing; being able to fly. Maybe it is the adventerous side of me but I would like to hover about…hover above my children to help them make good decisions.
Renee
The alien ship hovered over Sierra’s daughter, threatening her aduction if Sierra did not comply with her alien-brother’s demand.
Sasha
There in the distance, it hoverd over the ground. Over her body, cold and still. And just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. In that instatn i knew my life would nevber be the same. In that uinstance I knew the world had forever been changed.
anm
i watched as the humming bird hovered over the flower, a silent reminder of everything beautiful in the world. how could i be so blind as to forget the little miracles of life? something as simple as this…
Jocelyn
As the doctor hovered over the patient below, he contemplated the events that led him to this fateful situation.
How is it, that he, and only he; was now responsible for the life of this person. He was a man, just like any other man–save that he had taken a few years worth of coursework in order to complete this task… but for one persons life to depend entirely on him–it was too much for him to bear.
David
floating but not moving, like flying, in one place floating, in the air but in one place, starts with an h,
alex
Our Steampunk world of gears and pipes looms beneath me. I have to keep turning the crank for the brass levitator on my back. I want to reach out my hand to you, but I would fall. so, I’ll fall.
Garrett4
not quite flying, but not on the ground. can move without touching anything. i wish i had a hoverboard from back to the future
huh?
I sat in bleak silence. He has finally gone. Gone for good and in that, none-the-less goodbye forever. I cannot think, nor should breathing
mira
You are there in my heart,
you dont just stay there do you
You whisper out of my ear into those around me
you break my bones and tear my skin
all of this for what
A hover of a heart from you? Hover over me x
Florrie
An image has the capacity to make me stop browsing and let my eyes hover over it, rest on it for a while. Be it the one that can tell a 1,000 stories, the one that takes me to a different place, or the one that simply forces me to behold something handpicked by a stranger by the sheer force of its beauty.
Iris
Hover. Control me. Read my thoughts. Talk over me. Not listing. Hover. the take over, the micro manage, the boss. Dont hover.
erica
we hover. points of light frozen in time. points of the universal consciousness embodied. from the moment we congeal, we are longing to rejoin the cosmic flow.
ghost
I hate when people hover over me. I like to work at my own pace and i dont like to be watched and breathed on. LOL I would prefer thet you look from a far.
erica
it’s on top of me, looking at me, waiting for me to act, react, do something, pay attention, give away my attraction, scarcely moving, yet warming up to my scene, making me turn slowly and feel my way in the dark, but only to be persistent and consistent with how you’ll never know, how much you’ll never hear me say…
angelique
hover over me to make sure I don’t mess up. I know you will always somehow be with me in the very least you will always be in my heart. I know you expect much from me, and to be honest, you are one of the only reasons I haven’t died yet.
vamps
I hover over her body she still seems to be looking back up at me I know she isn’t. She isn’t anything or anyone anymore, is she?
Tricia
like a leaf in an updraft or a hummingbird sipping at nectar in the afternoon shade. Craft across the water. Always wanted on of my own, hover-craft. So very cool. Got to be fun!
Nelson
I hover over my back yard in this last dream and I see where the missing trowel is. The dogs have nearly dug their way under the fence. I’ll need to fill that in when I get back down.
Foust
We hover
Suspended in air
That crackles with antici…
-pation.
Grizabella
HOVERING IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO AT GAS STATION RESTROOMS ON LONG CAR TRIPS, OFTEN IN SOME DUMPY CITY YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF, AND IT’S APPARENT THEY’VE NEVER HEARD OF WINDEX, CLOROX, OR COMET, BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST INCHES OVER THE MOST VILE AND FILTHY PORCELAIN RECEPTACLE YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. HOVER!
enrico
i hover over descionsthat need to be made….where do i look to for the next answer?
there are things i need to make myself better, but i hover and hesitate over which path to choose. why cant life ever be easy?
ross
they hover over me in the sky. i run. there is nothing else to do except run. no matter where i go they will catch me. i am the hunted. they are the magnificent hunters.
amber
hovering in the air so high i can’t see the ground. good luck gravity.
coma
I’m hovering around, indecisive; buzzing my confusion, waiting for someone to show me the way. Unfortunately, things that buzz are often swatted.
Mark Clarke
I hovered over my body and stared down in shock. It was completely surreal, watching my sleeping form from the view of the ceiling. I stared and felt like I was further dissipating… I blinked in fear and started to panic. Then, all of a sudden, I plunged back, heart first, into my body and felt pain shooting from every inch to my soul.
Jenn
to float, that’s basically what it means to me – and also when someone unwanted hangs around you – i also think of a hover craft
floating in the air the ship raised above the other slowly grazing over the empty plains or wavering grass.
Crafty. It was what I wanted to be but I knew better as she was not going to be easily impressed.
As the time ticked I said to her, that we needed to jet. She said Jet? I said you know hover…..
The moon was hovering over the earth and it was something to see. How many times did I look up to see what hovers above? The bright sky? The dark clouds? But the moon is what is there, always. Dependable and strong. It is then that I wonder why I’ve not looked up before.
i hover in dreams, just hang out in the window behind our bed. i just watch him, he is so beautiful. then i walk around and look in each window of the house and wonder if anyone else has ever done that and saw me. what was i doing?
It feels like i’m hovering
Soul out of body and mind
I know it’s mine but still I don’t like it
I could try and fight it but what is the point
all you do is hover…behind me…in front of me…on top of me…never smothering…just a constant…for once can you pull a Peter Pan and let yourself go…I bet you have a personality all your own…why not go and discover it…just cause you are a shadow does not mean you have to meld to me…I have a feeling that all the other shadows wish they were you…go hover with them for a while…I will sew you back on later…
i hover over the graveyard. my hair is floating around in swirls around my face. i am haunting this space. its dark but not too dark. i can see you coming. i will watch you forever. you will never escape me. i am powerful and present. i am aware of you.
you hover me as I cry and cry
ridiculous to be shedding these tears
still you hover.
laughing as you do.
insanity sparks
that’s that.
I cry
you laugh
hover me.
My mind hovers throughtout my memories, searching for inspiration.
A thought.
A mere stepping stone, perhaps, that could lead it to new and innovating thoughts.
Or that could perhaps facilitate is northless journey by giving it a south.
in a beautiful spiral of colors, a body hovers. the rainbow of light, life and time spent well consumes the seemingly inanimate body.
Hover, ‘to hover’ to be in the air, without doing anything.
Hover, the first part of the word ‘hovercraft’. The thing every boy wants to drive, but nobody actually does.
I can feel like I hover when I write!
hovering over the small town the aircraft sat, omniously….
the people starred in awe, but with little surprise…wasn’t this inevitable at some point?
didnn’t everybody know this was coming?
There aren’t very many things I daydream about. But there is one thing; being able to fly. Maybe it is the adventerous side of me but I would like to hover about…hover above my children to help them make good decisions.
There aren’t very many things I daydream about. But there is one thing; being able to fly. Maybe it is the adventerous side of me but I would like to hover about…hover above my children to help them make good decisions.
The alien ship hovered over Sierra’s daughter, threatening her aduction if Sierra did not comply with her alien-brother’s demand.
There in the distance, it hoverd over the ground. Over her body, cold and still. And just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. In that instatn i knew my life would nevber be the same. In that uinstance I knew the world had forever been changed.
i watched as the humming bird hovered over the flower, a silent reminder of everything beautiful in the world. how could i be so blind as to forget the little miracles of life? something as simple as this…
As the doctor hovered over the patient below, he contemplated the events that led him to this fateful situation.
How is it, that he, and only he; was now responsible for the life of this person. He was a man, just like any other man–save that he had taken a few years worth of coursework in order to complete this task… but for one persons life to depend entirely on him–it was too much for him to bear.
floating but not moving, like flying, in one place floating, in the air but in one place, starts with an h,
Our Steampunk world of gears and pipes looms beneath me. I have to keep turning the crank for the brass levitator on my back. I want to reach out my hand to you, but I would fall. so, I’ll fall.
not quite flying, but not on the ground. can move without touching anything. i wish i had a hoverboard from back to the future
I sat in bleak silence. He has finally gone. Gone for good and in that, none-the-less goodbye forever. I cannot think, nor should breathing
You are there in my heart,
you dont just stay there do you
You whisper out of my ear into those around me
you break my bones and tear my skin
all of this for what
A hover of a heart from you? Hover over me x
An image has the capacity to make me stop browsing and let my eyes hover over it, rest on it for a while. Be it the one that can tell a 1,000 stories, the one that takes me to a different place, or the one that simply forces me to behold something handpicked by a stranger by the sheer force of its beauty.
Hover. Control me. Read my thoughts. Talk over me. Not listing. Hover. the take over, the micro manage, the boss. Dont hover.
we hover. points of light frozen in time. points of the universal consciousness embodied. from the moment we congeal, we are longing to rejoin the cosmic flow.
I hate when people hover over me. I like to work at my own pace and i dont like to be watched and breathed on. LOL I would prefer thet you look from a far.
it’s on top of me, looking at me, waiting for me to act, react, do something, pay attention, give away my attraction, scarcely moving, yet warming up to my scene, making me turn slowly and feel my way in the dark, but only to be persistent and consistent with how you’ll never know, how much you’ll never hear me say…
hover over me to make sure I don’t mess up. I know you will always somehow be with me in the very least you will always be in my heart. I know you expect much from me, and to be honest, you are one of the only reasons I haven’t died yet.
I hover over her body she still seems to be looking back up at me I know she isn’t. She isn’t anything or anyone anymore, is she?
like a leaf in an updraft or a hummingbird sipping at nectar in the afternoon shade. Craft across the water. Always wanted on of my own, hover-craft. So very cool. Got to be fun!
I hover over my back yard in this last dream and I see where the missing trowel is. The dogs have nearly dug their way under the fence. I’ll need to fill that in when I get back down.
We hover
Suspended in air
That crackles with antici…
-pation.
HOVERING IS WHAT YOU HAVE TO DO AT GAS STATION RESTROOMS ON LONG CAR TRIPS, OFTEN IN SOME DUMPY CITY YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF, AND IT’S APPARENT THEY’VE NEVER HEARD OF WINDEX, CLOROX, OR COMET, BECAUSE YOU’RE JUST INCHES OVER THE MOST VILE AND FILTHY PORCELAIN RECEPTACLE YOU HAVE EVER SEEN. HOVER!
i hover over descionsthat need to be made….where do i look to for the next answer?
there are things i need to make myself better, but i hover and hesitate over which path to choose. why cant life ever be easy?
they hover over me in the sky. i run. there is nothing else to do except run. no matter where i go they will catch me. i am the hunted. they are the magnificent hunters.
hovering in the air so high i can’t see the ground. good luck gravity.
I’m hovering around, indecisive; buzzing my confusion, waiting for someone to show me the way. Unfortunately, things that buzz are often swatted.
I hovered over my body and stared down in shock. It was completely surreal, watching my sleeping form from the view of the ceiling. I stared and felt like I was further dissipating… I blinked in fear and started to panic. Then, all of a sudden, I plunged back, heart first, into my body and felt pain shooting from every inch to my soul.
to float, that’s basically what it means to me – and also when someone unwanted hangs around you – i also think of a hover craft