Angels, floating, dancing on air. Flying, searching, protecting and loving.
Bats, creatures of the night, ever listening.
Butterflies, full of beauty and life and vibrant color. Curious creatures of Nature.
Beauty, and love. Wings.
Do you have your wings? What are you waiting for? Fly.
Veronica
they flew and flew. they flew so far away that their small delicate wings were aching!
The wings expanded with grace and she soars above the tree line. She swooped and twirled and forgot about everything beneath her. But the past is one thing that you can’t just fly away from.
Mia
Don’t we all wish we had them, to fly to feel more alive perhaps.
I know I do….
Wings. I always wanted wings, ever since I was a small child. I write about the, read about them, study them, dream about them. I would give almost anything to have wings. To feel that a surge of lift in the warm air currents, to soar above cities at night.
Getting places quickly would be pretty nice too.
Nikki
She had wings, she swore she could physically feel them emerging from her back, she couldn’t see them but she could feel them, and she could fly. No one else could tell she was flying but she could and it was her universe. She flew everywhere she went, separate from the world, in it but not of it, on another plane entirely. She could feel her wings
Paul McCartney and… or please god make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here. Either one could apply to me. At this point, the second one more. Please give me wings. let me leave. and be okay with it. Wings that will help me make the right decision would be cool, thanks god.
The wings rose up behind the statue in a way like none other we’d seen before. You could barely see it peeking through the wisps leaves of the fire red maple tree. That was the first we spotted our dark angel.
I’ve got wings was the thought on my mind when I woke up—though I was clearly mistaken. I didn’t know what caused this disorientation but it lasted a while, I spent an hour and a half trying to flex wings that where not there—-they ached the be spread but they didn’t even exist.
chicken wings are very tasty with just the right amount of sauce. You can choose pretty much any sort of your favorite sauce to go with them and you will be satisfied. You can attain wings by drinking red bull. Angels have wings. Everytime you ring a bell an angel get their wings. Red Wings are a very good Detroit hockey team. They are in the NHL. Nathan loves them.
chelsea
on the wings of inspiration, we fly together every day. I love the way the currents carry us to new places and new beginnings.
I’ve always dreamed of being able to fly. When I was little, I was half-convinced that I actually could. I never had wings in those dreams, but I’ve imagined what big, white, feathered things would look like coming out of my shoulderblades.
I think of having wings all the time. Imagine you could fly away. Away from troubles. Away from sadness. Away from life. It would be graceful. Winged creatures.
FaridaEzzat
Ally awoke to the strangest thing. Pure light everywhere. All she could see was a blinding light that did not blind her. She felt herself rising and felt an odd sensation on her back. She had wings. She flew into the clouds and never returned again.
Chicken wings were on Lila’s mind. They always were. They were a strangest of addicitons, especially odd for a beautiful young woman with so much potential. She loved them, but they ruined everything she ever had. Chicken wings for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and every minute in between was spent obsessing over them.
He wondered if his education had given him Icarus’s hubris, to think that he could touch the sun, only to find out that those heights would melt the feathers that had allowed him to fly so high.
Mandy
I had wings once. I flew around the clouds, mingling with blue skies and blue birds. It was beautiful. I wished to stay there forever, sadly forever doesn’t exist and the world is an imperfect place.
I like drawing wings. I’ve gotten really good at it recently. I’m not sure what inspired me to start drawing, but I’m glad that I did. I’m discovering that I’m a lot better at it than I ever thought I was. :)
wings let you take off. not in the normal sense, but offer a different experience altogether. Wings let you see the world as you’ve never seen it, everything is laid out below you. I would like to fly. I will fly. I will have wings, or I will never be free.
PEter
The wings flashed and beat striving for the sky, escaping the goose hunters.
The wings were torn from her back, discarded memories of a bloodline regretted from birth. His hands sunk in deep and through the searing pain, there was a profound awareness that she deserved this and as such, the girl willingly accepted it with tears and screams unbridled by shame.
They were shining and glimmering in the winter sun, pure white. Blending in with the snow below. The snowy owl flew towards her destination, a castle, with her boy waiting for her.
paul mccartney was the best beatle. i do have some hippie tendencies that tell me otherwise (how could you not love john lennon), but mccartney singlehandedly masterminded abbey road, one of the greatest albums of all time, and certainly their greatest. his follow up, however, wings? not that great in comparison. pretty poor actually.
the wings of angel must have caught me as I fell from the cliff. I thought I was going to die, but I was saved, but why? Was my job not done, was there still more to do?
true happiness is having wings, as ben harper said in a song. it’s not my favorite song of his. i tend to think that ben harper is a nice songwriter who doesn’t have the chops to make it on mainstream radio. anyway, i once wrote a poem on the colorado bridge about my desire to fly. the very next song that came on the radio in my car was learn to fly by the foo fighters. crazy, huh?
cromo1969
There is no God.
Noname
If I had wings, I could fly away. Flying symbolizes freedom and I’m trapped on this earth. I wouldn’t be trapped any more if I had wings.
I stared at Aerybeth’s wings. There were delicate and thin, but were a brilliant shade of blueish green. They stood out in stark contrast against her loud pink hair and torn black leather jacket.
I wish I could fly, if only I had wings. It would be truly magical to see the world from the view of a bird – high in the sky, feeling the wind through your hair. Insects have fragile wings, maybe we were born with wings but they were fragile too and we lost them on our way into the world.
If I had wings I would…. Wings is a great band from the xx’s…. wings of the dove… redbull gives you wings… wings of an angel… wings rhymes with dings… chicken wings buffalo wings…. buffalo don’t have wings
lindsey
On the wings of angels she arrived in my life. Heaven sent, a beautiful woman and the love of my life.
Steve D
she saw them and her mouth just watered. She wanted them so badly that she could already taste them. Creamy ranch smothered, honey roasted barbeque wings still so hot it would burn her tongue. she could feel the sauce dripping from her chin and the stickiness on her fingers. there was no need for a napkin though, for she would just lick the sauce off her fingers because it was too delicious to wasye
Rebecca
she saw them and her mouth just watered. She wanted them so badly that she could already taste them. Creamy ranch smothered, honey roasted barbeque wings still so hot it would burn her tounge
Rebecca
He flutters through the desert to find water. His wings ache, months of travel. Where to find home?
Angels, floating, dancing on air. Flying, searching, protecting and loving.
Bats, creatures of the night, ever listening.
Butterflies, full of beauty and life and vibrant color. Curious creatures of Nature.
Beauty, and love. Wings.
Do you have your wings? What are you waiting for? Fly.
they flew and flew. they flew so far away that their small delicate wings were aching!
Neil from their garp
from my window stillç
snowy the hear broke
– you wisj the nebf thy
The wings expanded with grace and she soars above the tree line. She swooped and twirled and forgot about everything beneath her. But the past is one thing that you can’t just fly away from.
Don’t we all wish we had them, to fly to feel more alive perhaps.
I know I do….
What if I were free to fly?
Fly away,
Far far away,
Fly away like a bird.
A bird, leaving the flock
Wings. I always wanted wings, ever since I was a small child. I write about the, read about them, study them, dream about them. I would give almost anything to have wings. To feel that a surge of lift in the warm air currents, to soar above cities at night.
Getting places quickly would be pretty nice too.
She had wings, she swore she could physically feel them emerging from her back, she couldn’t see them but she could feel them, and she could fly. No one else could tell she was flying but she could and it was her universe. She flew everywhere she went, separate from the world, in it but not of it, on another plane entirely. She could feel her wings
Paul McCartney and… or please god make me a bird so I can fly far, far away from here. Either one could apply to me. At this point, the second one more. Please give me wings. let me leave. and be okay with it. Wings that will help me make the right decision would be cool, thanks god.
The wings rose up behind the statue in a way like none other we’d seen before. You could barely see it peeking through the wisps leaves of the fire red maple tree. That was the first we spotted our dark angel.
They were cut of lace and emanated a glittering sadness. I thought sewing them on might hold but they remained limp.
I’ve got wings was the thought on my mind when I woke up—though I was clearly mistaken. I didn’t know what caused this disorientation but it lasted a while, I spent an hour and a half trying to flex wings that where not there—-they ached the be spread but they didn’t even exist.
chicken wings are very tasty with just the right amount of sauce. You can choose pretty much any sort of your favorite sauce to go with them and you will be satisfied. You can attain wings by drinking red bull. Angels have wings. Everytime you ring a bell an angel get their wings. Red Wings are a very good Detroit hockey team. They are in the NHL. Nathan loves them.
on the wings of inspiration, we fly together every day. I love the way the currents carry us to new places and new beginnings.
I’ve always dreamed of being able to fly. When I was little, I was half-convinced that I actually could. I never had wings in those dreams, but I’ve imagined what big, white, feathered things would look like coming out of my shoulderblades.
I think of having wings all the time. Imagine you could fly away. Away from troubles. Away from sadness. Away from life. It would be graceful. Winged creatures.
Ally awoke to the strangest thing. Pure light everywhere. All she could see was a blinding light that did not blind her. She felt herself rising and felt an odd sensation on her back. She had wings. She flew into the clouds and never returned again.
Chicken wings were on Lila’s mind. They always were. They were a strangest of addicitons, especially odd for a beautiful young woman with so much potential. She loved them, but they ruined everything she ever had. Chicken wings for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and every minute in between was spent obsessing over them.
He wondered if his education had given him Icarus’s hubris, to think that he could touch the sun, only to find out that those heights would melt the feathers that had allowed him to fly so high.
I had wings once. I flew around the clouds, mingling with blue skies and blue birds. It was beautiful. I wished to stay there forever, sadly forever doesn’t exist and the world is an imperfect place.
I like drawing wings. I’ve gotten really good at it recently. I’m not sure what inspired me to start drawing, but I’m glad that I did. I’m discovering that I’m a lot better at it than I ever thought I was. :)
Flying
Tasty
Freedom
RedBull
wings let you take off. not in the normal sense, but offer a different experience altogether. Wings let you see the world as you’ve never seen it, everything is laid out below you. I would like to fly. I will fly. I will have wings, or I will never be free.
The wings flashed and beat striving for the sky, escaping the goose hunters.
Wings are used to soar high above the ground. They symbolize freedom. They are graceful and beautiful. I wish I had them so I could fly.
The wings were torn from her back, discarded memories of a bloodline regretted from birth. His hands sunk in deep and through the searing pain, there was a profound awareness that she deserved this and as such, the girl willingly accepted it with tears and screams unbridled by shame.
I wish I had them.
Flight is tempting when friendships get tough, when relationships collapse, or when work seems too difficult.
But there is something to be said for staying grounded.
They were shining and glimmering in the winter sun, pure white. Blending in with the snow below. The snowy owl flew towards her destination, a castle, with her boy waiting for her.
paul mccartney was the best beatle. i do have some hippie tendencies that tell me otherwise (how could you not love john lennon), but mccartney singlehandedly masterminded abbey road, one of the greatest albums of all time, and certainly their greatest. his follow up, however, wings? not that great in comparison. pretty poor actually.
the wings of angel must have caught me as I fell from the cliff. I thought I was going to die, but I was saved, but why? Was my job not done, was there still more to do?
true happiness is having wings, as ben harper said in a song. it’s not my favorite song of his. i tend to think that ben harper is a nice songwriter who doesn’t have the chops to make it on mainstream radio. anyway, i once wrote a poem on the colorado bridge about my desire to fly. the very next song that came on the radio in my car was learn to fly by the foo fighters. crazy, huh?
There is no God.
If I had wings, I could fly away. Flying symbolizes freedom and I’m trapped on this earth. I wouldn’t be trapped any more if I had wings.
I stared at Aerybeth’s wings. There were delicate and thin, but were a brilliant shade of blueish green. They stood out in stark contrast against her loud pink hair and torn black leather jacket.
I wish I could fly, if only I had wings. It would be truly magical to see the world from the view of a bird – high in the sky, feeling the wind through your hair. Insects have fragile wings, maybe we were born with wings but they were fragile too and we lost them on our way into the world.
If I had wings I would…. Wings is a great band from the xx’s…. wings of the dove… redbull gives you wings… wings of an angel… wings rhymes with dings… chicken wings buffalo wings…. buffalo don’t have wings
On the wings of angels she arrived in my life. Heaven sent, a beautiful woman and the love of my life.
she saw them and her mouth just watered. She wanted them so badly that she could already taste them. Creamy ranch smothered, honey roasted barbeque wings still so hot it would burn her tongue. she could feel the sauce dripping from her chin and the stickiness on her fingers. there was no need for a napkin though, for she would just lick the sauce off her fingers because it was too delicious to wasye
she saw them and her mouth just watered. She wanted them so badly that she could already taste them. Creamy ranch smothered, honey roasted barbeque wings still so hot it would burn her tounge
He flutters through the desert to find water. His wings ache, months of travel. Where to find home?
Wings… is where dreams go to die.