RUN!
She yells at me. I listen.
I want her to know.
That I will be the one to be there for her.
And since there is no wind, I run as fast as I can. I just want to pull that kite up from dragging through the dirt and into the sky because it is so beautiful that it deserves to be there.
I tell her this, but I do not tell her that I’m being ambiguous.
La
The kite soared, flitting and twisting in the salty ocean breeze. It weaved in and out of clouds, disappearing amidst their massas, reaching out all the way to the horizon.
You remind me of this boy, he wasn’t brave, or smart, or anything thing special. He was just a little boy who did his homework, ate cookies and flew a kite. He was real simple, he wasn’t going to change the world or anything. Thats what you remind me of.
i am high as a kite at least that’s the way i feel right now since i sat up way too late last night and got yelled at the next morning since well it was my own fault but there was really no need to point it out in that tone of voice you know. gosh.
Nikki
it’s a nice day outside, for all of us. the kite gently glides along in the sky as i glide along through the day. a storm is due for tomorrow, the weathermen predict.
Tara Jackson
kites are things that small children use
well im not a small child at all and when i want to get away i go out to the park and try to fly one
they seem to get up so high and away from everything
they are so peaceful
The kite flew lazily in the wind, catching a gust of wind here and there. The boy flying the kite has a stoic look upon his face, as if this is not for fun, but for a life and death scenario.
Darryl Harding
you told me youd never let me go… and promised me to keep me save… but all u did…. now is leavin me…. n there i am flyin in the sky, the wind too much to take n no one can see my tears since they dry so fast… seriously, i loved to be your kite… but you should learn to take better care of your things
deepest ocean
When the boy ran about the park, the kite seemed to follow in the sky, like a bird or a banner. A banner signifying the innocence that he might or might not lose in the years. He could never know that the kite left him, with that sign.
Melli
Kites fly high in the sky. Often known for being in our childhoods, there is nothing better than a nice breezy day at the park with a kite at the other end of the rope in your hands.
Alex
It dances across the sky so high that maybe one day it will touch the clouds. Kite, the first way men could touch the sky.
Sara
“I think it’d be great if those kites could actually lift me off the ground. Y’know, like how kids always think they can use the kite like Batman’s hang-glider and jump off the mailbox or whatever.”
“Fortunately you only ever tried to do it off the mailbox.”
“Yeah, the shed was too tall back then. But when I take this kite to the beach, it’s like it’s flying for miles.”
I want to fly over the warm summer air. I want those powerful gusts to lift me up and throw me high into the clouds to meld in the atmosphere between that thin line of sun and stars. I want to run in the grass and fly my kite.
tuesday
I stepped outside, dragging the trashcan behind me. When I got to the curb, I noticed ,some 200 feet away, a small group of kids sliding wildly around on the ground.
How in the world were they doing that?
Three words: Really big kites.
It flew high in the sky. The bright colors standing out against the now dark sky. Storm weather had the perfect wind for kite flying. Soon enough the rain would bring the kite crashing to the ground. Hopefully anyway, and not a tree.
I never liked kite’s, no sir not one bit. The damn things are always getting tangled in power lines and that’s IF you manage to get the bastards off the ground.
I stepped outside, dragging the trashcan behind me. When I got to the curb, I noticed ,some 200 feet away, a small group of kids sliding wildly around on the ground.
How in the world are they doing that?
Three words: Really big kites.
I’ve only flown a kite a few times before. I never found it too fun even though I was really little. I guess the flying part is kind of fun, but it never lasted much, took too long to work, and got caught in trees and stuff.
Nick Jadaszewski
Flying a kite is a splendid joy only the coast farers can profit from. Drugs enhance the experience alot.
JC
air
awesome
cool
sleep
tired
outside
sun
picnic
water
eating
flying
green
throw
fly
lesly Zapata
She let the string go and the kite flew and flew and flew.
“Will it come back?” She asked me.
I smiled gently and knelt down beside her.
“Maybe, if you wish real hard”
trickle down, yet keep me sealed, unto you my life congeals, fly my heart like a kite and let it bleed in red rainbows of delight, for all the world’s a stage, all this life’s a show, quietly dripping, and letting go, unto you I’ll overflow…
We watched it rise higher and higher into the clouds, then crash to the earth. “It’s bent.” Hannah cried. “It can’t fly anymore.”
“Maybe,” I told her, “but it flew higher than any other kite in the world.”
audrey Treib
The kite was blue and flowed in the sky with no remorse to what it left behind. I held the string, held it back, because I wanted to go too. I wanted it to take me to the wind and fly south from there.
Brianna
When I was young I flew a kite. I only flew it once but the moment was splendid. I do hope one day I can ride the wind once again like that time I flew a kite.
Frankovich
Kites are magical beings from another world. They float in and out of the clouds until finally resting on the ground, waiting for the kite seller to pick it up, carry it home, and sell it to an eager loving child who will send it up to its home in the sky once again.
kits are fantastic, they can be flown on the beach, they get taken by the wind and have guide strings on them so you can direct them. stunt kites are cool, you can do lots of tricks and twirl them
wendy
flying in the sky, bright and light, without a thing to worry about. fun in the sun, pastels and brights, hot and sunny, not for nights. light airy, remember me always, this way, my kite, not a weight or worry attached to me.
jessica
The kite was fluttering in the breeze without a care. It had nothing to worry about when it was up there in the sky. It looked down upon the world like it was the king of everything.
Kristine
Flying about on wings of wind, not much care, and it’s never going anywhere by where its string takes it. Poetic, really, if you’re a bit of a sap. A little actor on the wind-scene. Also fun to look at.
Skyen
Flying kites is fun. The wind is powerful and the kite defies gravity. It is a crazy thing. Kites can be anything these days. I havent flown a kite in years. I should sometime it might be fun.
monica
flying and leaving the soil… feeling the air under my body and feeling free…. rising with the upgoing wind… being scared and thrilled at the same time
Liselotte Hansen
there is a spot, in this blue blue sky, that needs some red. just a little bit of red, as Calvin might say. so we will fly a red kite, and let the wind draw it towards that spot. and the sky will look just about perfect.
cyrus
I don’t really understand the tails of kites. I know that there are reasons that have to do with Physics, but what are they? Do they keep the kite from flying upside down? Does the tail wag the kite?
splashes of color against the calm blue sky, freedom personified, strings fall out of a childs hand and sadness blends with happiness as both are torn from one another and fly.
“Did you count them all?”
“All of what?” she asked dreamily, tracing one finger against the clouds in the sky.
“The bows,” I replied conspiratorially. “I put a special number on the kite’s tail. It’s a secret.”
Z
She never really liked being out in an open field. I mean, she always felt so awkward there. But then he taught her how to fly a kite. They’d spend days out there, falling in love, sharing stories, sharing experiences. After they had gotten married, she knew it was because of the kite.
Lu
irritated
cant get it to do what i want
avoiding poeple
dora
sunshine
park
trees
kids
fun
sunshine
blue
childhood
courtney
i tied a key to a kite and sent it to you.
the key to my heart
mind machine
i got to fly kites once with my dad. when i was a kid though. it’s like i hit my teenage years, and sometimes, he’s just gone. i blame my mother. she’s the reason he’s leaving so much. i just wanna be a kid again. i miss my childhood. the good parts anyway.
RUN!
She yells at me. I listen.
I want her to know.
That I will be the one to be there for her.
And since there is no wind, I run as fast as I can. I just want to pull that kite up from dragging through the dirt and into the sky because it is so beautiful that it deserves to be there.
I tell her this, but I do not tell her that I’m being ambiguous.
The kite soared, flitting and twisting in the salty ocean breeze. It weaved in and out of clouds, disappearing amidst their massas, reaching out all the way to the horizon.
You remind me of this boy, he wasn’t brave, or smart, or anything thing special. He was just a little boy who did his homework, ate cookies and flew a kite. He was real simple, he wasn’t going to change the world or anything. Thats what you remind me of.
i am high as a kite at least that’s the way i feel right now since i sat up way too late last night and got yelled at the next morning since well it was my own fault but there was really no need to point it out in that tone of voice you know. gosh.
it’s a nice day outside, for all of us. the kite gently glides along in the sky as i glide along through the day. a storm is due for tomorrow, the weathermen predict.
kites are things that small children use
well im not a small child at all and when i want to get away i go out to the park and try to fly one
they seem to get up so high and away from everything
they are so peaceful
The kite flew lazily in the wind, catching a gust of wind here and there. The boy flying the kite has a stoic look upon his face, as if this is not for fun, but for a life and death scenario.
you told me youd never let me go… and promised me to keep me save… but all u did…. now is leavin me…. n there i am flyin in the sky, the wind too much to take n no one can see my tears since they dry so fast… seriously, i loved to be your kite… but you should learn to take better care of your things
When the boy ran about the park, the kite seemed to follow in the sky, like a bird or a banner. A banner signifying the innocence that he might or might not lose in the years. He could never know that the kite left him, with that sign.
Kites fly high in the sky. Often known for being in our childhoods, there is nothing better than a nice breezy day at the park with a kite at the other end of the rope in your hands.
It dances across the sky so high that maybe one day it will touch the clouds. Kite, the first way men could touch the sky.
“I think it’d be great if those kites could actually lift me off the ground. Y’know, like how kids always think they can use the kite like Batman’s hang-glider and jump off the mailbox or whatever.”
“Fortunately you only ever tried to do it off the mailbox.”
“Yeah, the shed was too tall back then. But when I take this kite to the beach, it’s like it’s flying for miles.”
I want to fly over the warm summer air. I want those powerful gusts to lift me up and throw me high into the clouds to meld in the atmosphere between that thin line of sun and stars. I want to run in the grass and fly my kite.
I stepped outside, dragging the trashcan behind me. When I got to the curb, I noticed ,some 200 feet away, a small group of kids sliding wildly around on the ground.
How in the world were they doing that?
Three words: Really big kites.
It flew high in the sky. The bright colors standing out against the now dark sky. Storm weather had the perfect wind for kite flying. Soon enough the rain would bring the kite crashing to the ground. Hopefully anyway, and not a tree.
I never liked kite’s, no sir not one bit. The damn things are always getting tangled in power lines and that’s IF you manage to get the bastards off the ground.
I stepped outside, dragging the trashcan behind me. When I got to the curb, I noticed ,some 200 feet away, a small group of kids sliding wildly around on the ground.
How in the world are they doing that?
Three words: Really big kites.
I’ve only flown a kite a few times before. I never found it too fun even though I was really little. I guess the flying part is kind of fun, but it never lasted much, took too long to work, and got caught in trees and stuff.
Flying a kite is a splendid joy only the coast farers can profit from. Drugs enhance the experience alot.
air
awesome
cool
sleep
tired
outside
sun
picnic
water
eating
flying
green
throw
fly
She let the string go and the kite flew and flew and flew.
“Will it come back?” She asked me.
I smiled gently and knelt down beside her.
“Maybe, if you wish real hard”
trickle down, yet keep me sealed, unto you my life congeals, fly my heart like a kite and let it bleed in red rainbows of delight, for all the world’s a stage, all this life’s a show, quietly dripping, and letting go, unto you I’ll overflow…
We watched it rise higher and higher into the clouds, then crash to the earth. “It’s bent.” Hannah cried. “It can’t fly anymore.”
“Maybe,” I told her, “but it flew higher than any other kite in the world.”
The kite was blue and flowed in the sky with no remorse to what it left behind. I held the string, held it back, because I wanted to go too. I wanted it to take me to the wind and fly south from there.
When I was young I flew a kite. I only flew it once but the moment was splendid. I do hope one day I can ride the wind once again like that time I flew a kite.
Kites are magical beings from another world. They float in and out of the clouds until finally resting on the ground, waiting for the kite seller to pick it up, carry it home, and sell it to an eager loving child who will send it up to its home in the sky once again.
kits are fantastic, they can be flown on the beach, they get taken by the wind and have guide strings on them so you can direct them. stunt kites are cool, you can do lots of tricks and twirl them
flying in the sky, bright and light, without a thing to worry about. fun in the sun, pastels and brights, hot and sunny, not for nights. light airy, remember me always, this way, my kite, not a weight or worry attached to me.
The kite was fluttering in the breeze without a care. It had nothing to worry about when it was up there in the sky. It looked down upon the world like it was the king of everything.
Flying about on wings of wind, not much care, and it’s never going anywhere by where its string takes it. Poetic, really, if you’re a bit of a sap. A little actor on the wind-scene. Also fun to look at.
Flying kites is fun. The wind is powerful and the kite defies gravity. It is a crazy thing. Kites can be anything these days. I havent flown a kite in years. I should sometime it might be fun.
flying and leaving the soil… feeling the air under my body and feeling free…. rising with the upgoing wind… being scared and thrilled at the same time
there is a spot, in this blue blue sky, that needs some red. just a little bit of red, as Calvin might say. so we will fly a red kite, and let the wind draw it towards that spot. and the sky will look just about perfect.
I don’t really understand the tails of kites. I know that there are reasons that have to do with Physics, but what are they? Do they keep the kite from flying upside down? Does the tail wag the kite?
splashes of color against the calm blue sky, freedom personified, strings fall out of a childs hand and sadness blends with happiness as both are torn from one another and fly.
“Did you count them all?”
“All of what?” she asked dreamily, tracing one finger against the clouds in the sky.
“The bows,” I replied conspiratorially. “I put a special number on the kite’s tail. It’s a secret.”
She never really liked being out in an open field. I mean, she always felt so awkward there. But then he taught her how to fly a kite. They’d spend days out there, falling in love, sharing stories, sharing experiences. After they had gotten married, she knew it was because of the kite.
irritated
cant get it to do what i want
avoiding poeple
dora
sunshine
park
trees
kids
fun
sunshine
blue
childhood
i tied a key to a kite and sent it to you.
the key to my heart
i got to fly kites once with my dad. when i was a kid though. it’s like i hit my teenage years, and sometimes, he’s just gone. i blame my mother. she’s the reason he’s leaving so much. i just wanna be a kid again. i miss my childhood. the good parts anyway.