it really surprised me, I must say, when their deliberate gossip reached my ears. If they were going to talk trash about me, it would’ve been at least considerate of them to close the door.
It wasn’t so much the fact that they had beef with me that bugged me, it was that they wouldn’t tell me straight to my face.
So I was spreading my wings and flying away. Big deal. Life was starting for me and I didn’t need them to control my every move from then on.
Elin MacRae
Wings. Hundreds of wings fluttered around her head, batting against her face and her bare arms, sending tingling of brilliant pleasure down her spine. The feel of the butterflies wings against her set her heart to flutters, and made her feel as though she was actually truly welcome in that life. Still, it also made her feel as though that was not the life for her. The only love she ever got was form the kind, gentle insects, and they made her want to spread wings and fly, fly away with them.
One of my best friends for life has lost his father. I did my best to assure him that the wings that his fathers has newly acquired will safely guide him to heaven, that he is perfect now, and that all of the aches and pains of life have gone away. Death is never easy that’s for sure. The only thing I know is that it comes for all of us.
One of my favorite scenes from the X-Men movies was when a young Angel tries to cut off his own wings. That scene gave me chills. It sounds dorky to say I am SO into the X-Men movies, but I think they are interesting and relevant for a lot of reasons. I like the way they explore the burdens of eccentricities and also the acceptance (or lack thereof) of differences.
I wish I had wings. To fly to you. You consume my waking thoughts and my dormant dreams. At the forefront of my mind and in the hidden files of my headcase is where you make your abode. And because of my constant pondering of you and all you are to me, I just wish to be able to grow wings and fly to you. Close the gap between us and be together.
I wish i had these. My shoulder blades itch with a wish of flight. I love the idea of feathered things that can lift you to your dreams of the skies. I wish i wish i wish.
Aerin
Flight. Free. Lift and a leap. I see everything from a different point of view I am king of the clouds and loving the heights.
in exchange for irreplaceable worldly knowledge i was informed that the greatest thing i’ve never heard is wings….no description, pre~cursor, or warm up. Just the dope.
I wish I had a pair of wings so that I could soar through the skies of Heaven with my best friend; with the person who made me who I am today. I love you and I will forever remember you.
natalie
oh, to have wings, and be able to fly. great, extra limbs of freedom, fluffy and bright, or even sandy, ashen, coal-like and soft.
wings like on birds.
wings like on hippogryffs, pegases, other creatures of flight, creatures of fantasy.
One of the major things I guess I’ll look forward to when I get to heaven. I wan the feeling beneath my wings, the high of just flying in an endless sky.
I just want to feel free.
I always felt like I needed wings on my back, it would just feel…right.
It would be the coolest feeling, being able to fly…like I could do anything.
I used to have wings.
They were pale blue, and transparent-
sparkling at the tips.
Then one day, I flew too far
into a brick wall of Growing Up.
Now all I have are the broken stubs
of innocent memory.
She was sprouting wings. He stood aside and watched in silent awe, his lips parted in an amazed silence. This was the thing he had been seeing in his dreams. This was the person he had been seeing in his dreams. She had come to him weak, sick, and injured and he had taken her in.
kiomas
These golden wings will take me higher, as I soar my golden glider. Wish me well upon my journey, that I won’t end up on a gurney,
Yeah, sometimes you just write whatever comes out. I dunno.
Raymond Masters
I used to have wings.
They were pale blue, and transparent-
sparkling at the tips.
Then one day, I flew to far
into a brick wall Growing Up.
Now all I have are the broken stubs
of innocent memory.
I can barely feel the fluttering, glittery angel wings as they fly by, grazing my shoulder. Oh to hold one in my hand for one magical moment would be a dream come true. To look into her eyes and see her bless me with a smile would be a wonderful moment. Thank you Angels everywhere for the blessings you bring to us all who believe in your magic.
paulie aragon
As the wind is pushed beneath me, I feel my body lift off the ground. My stomach drops as it’s confused. Beat. Beat. Beat. The wind flies by my face as I fly by the clouds. At three years old, flying is all I ever dreamed of.
My friend has wings and shits a lot. I think he is really a bird dressed as a human. He is most likely not an angel. He has no faith.
the_KIDD
I just had chicken wings for dinner. They were pretty good.
And her mother will give her wings to fly. She will fall at first, and stumble around. But her mother gave her wings to fly.
Lydia
Not seeing in your eyes the pain that has shattered your reality creates the distance felt by confused fluttering wings of my soul. God give us grace that the dissolution of our yearnings will give rise to a peace, harmony, and clarity of our hearts. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
used to eat them
now I have them
and I am using them
I don’t miss eating them
I do love having them and
I will never stop using them
katrin
Not seeing in your eyes the pain that has shattered your reality creates the distance felt as by confused fluttering wings of my soul. God give us grace that the dissolution of our yearnings will give rise to a peace, harmony, and clarity of our hearts. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
I didn’t know whether what in frnot of me was real or not. How could such a beautiful thing, cause so much chaos among the heavens. If only I had listened earlier, I knew he was telling the truth when he told me, but now I’m stuck. Stuck in the grief of self loathe. I looked once again at his face, his hair. But most of all, his wings…
Taylor
If I had wings, I sometimes feel I would fly away. To somewhere that I could rest. Recharge. Calm. But to leave now would feel like foolishness; it would be foolishness. I used to pray for wings and the courage to fly away from all of this. Now I pray for the courage to stay and be the best me I could be. I am in love, and that has made the difference.
Wings. I have wings. The cold membrane brushed up on my bare back as i stood in the damp forest. They weren’t the wings i was hoping for, but they’ll do for the time being.
“What do you think, dear?” her shrill voice called from high in the trees.
“Don’t call me dear.” i hissed back. I wasn’t her dear to call. That name was reserved for him, the boy i would take back with my new wings.
My eyes scanned the foliage beneath me, and landed on the charred remains of my dead wings. Black mingled with dark red and blue, the colors of my former wings. They where dead now, and completely useless.
A loud crash sounded behind me, and it was at that moment that i felt the shame. My body grew tight, and i could feel my bones and muscles being strained, shrunk. It wasn’t the most pleasent feeling, but i had to put up with it if i was to get back my man from the evil woman. My dark red hair was longer than i was used to, and it tickled the small of my back, falling in damp strands over my feminine face.
“You are so small… Beautiful, though.” she cooned, her voice like poison.
“I need clothes. Do you have any?” my voice sang, not words, but like the sound of leaves or a brook.
“Why, yes. For someone as small as you, of corse.” she flitted back to the top of the dark tree and into the tangled mass of branches. I looked to my back where my small wings sat. They caught the sun, filtering it onto the ground into a beautiful array of blues, greens, purples and yellows. My yellow cat-slit eyes scanned my surroundings and my body, and i was indeed small, so small in fact that i could fit in your palm. Looking back up to the tree, i sighed.
“This is not going to be fun.” And with those words, my feet lifted off the ground, and i was in the air, accending towards the dark branches.
You gave me wings when i least expected it, now you’ve cut them off. Why would you act like you want something and the other day you act contradicting yourself?.
People often mislead you at their will. They like playing games with people
Conner is an Angel now.
He was my best friend for many years.
I loved him dearly though we never met save for the Internet.
So many people judged us and we never cared. We ignored them.
Like turtles we hid away from those people.
We were like lovers hiding in the turtle shell.
Love.
Hiding.
To be loved.
To be wanted.
It was perfect.
I heard buffalo wings when I watched a kid show when I was babysitting the other day :) I craved them afterwards! I remember in elementary school when my friends ate them.
Audrey
I’ve never believed in religion, but he did, and that’s all that counts.
We sat in silence, and my eyes could bear it no longer, and they began to cry. I saw where he must go, where I’m sure he would love his wings.
“I’ll lend you my feathers,” he had said, it seemed so long ago.
And there, resting its grace on the top of the gravestone, lay a single feather,
so that once again I may reach the fallen angel I had once known.
take me higher than you ever thought we could go. stretch your wings and learn how to use them. admire others and let other admires you, to a certain degree of course darling. there is no need to feel like you have to impress anyone. there is no need to take steps and make a silly decision.
If I had wings I would fly away from all that is staring me in the face.
Laughalot
her wings where the most beautiful angel wings i had ever seen. the world was filled with angels,their wings spanning out and the feathers danging around them, but no-ones wings where as beautiful as hers. the gld rimmed feathers spew out light and the white downie feathers look like clouds, and felt like it too.
Kim
She stretched her ivory wings out beyond her shoulders, rubbing her hands together and gazing softly upon the town nestled in the heart of the valley. They wouldn’t find her up here– she would make sure of that. She was through being the savior, for she was nothing but a person who could fly.
i glance down real fast to sneak a peak of what i saw to be the top of new york. at night no less. it was gorgeous. i wanted to stay in this moment forever. with Sams arms around waist and the biggest grin on both our faces while we flew all across the WORLD.
it really surprised me, I must say, when their deliberate gossip reached my ears. If they were going to talk trash about me, it would’ve been at least considerate of them to close the door.
It wasn’t so much the fact that they had beef with me that bugged me, it was that they wouldn’t tell me straight to my face.
So I was spreading my wings and flying away. Big deal. Life was starting for me and I didn’t need them to control my every move from then on.
Wings. Hundreds of wings fluttered around her head, batting against her face and her bare arms, sending tingling of brilliant pleasure down her spine. The feel of the butterflies wings against her set her heart to flutters, and made her feel as though she was actually truly welcome in that life. Still, it also made her feel as though that was not the life for her. The only love she ever got was form the kind, gentle insects, and they made her want to spread wings and fly, fly away with them.
One of my best friends for life has lost his father. I did my best to assure him that the wings that his fathers has newly acquired will safely guide him to heaven, that he is perfect now, and that all of the aches and pains of life have gone away. Death is never easy that’s for sure. The only thing I know is that it comes for all of us.
One of my favorite scenes from the X-Men movies was when a young Angel tries to cut off his own wings. That scene gave me chills. It sounds dorky to say I am SO into the X-Men movies, but I think they are interesting and relevant for a lot of reasons. I like the way they explore the burdens of eccentricities and also the acceptance (or lack thereof) of differences.
if i had wings, i would fly, far away, high up, with you, and watch the world from the clouds, while you hold me in your arms.
I wish I had wings. To fly to you. You consume my waking thoughts and my dormant dreams. At the forefront of my mind and in the hidden files of my headcase is where you make your abode. And because of my constant pondering of you and all you are to me, I just wish to be able to grow wings and fly to you. Close the gap between us and be together.
Fucking RedBull you’re so full of shit.
I wish i had these. My shoulder blades itch with a wish of flight. I love the idea of feathered things that can lift you to your dreams of the skies. I wish i wish i wish.
Flight. Free. Lift and a leap. I see everything from a different point of view I am king of the clouds and loving the heights.
in exchange for irreplaceable worldly knowledge i was informed that the greatest thing i’ve never heard is wings….no description, pre~cursor, or warm up. Just the dope.
I wish I had a pair of wings so that I could soar through the skies of Heaven with my best friend; with the person who made me who I am today. I love you and I will forever remember you.
oh, to have wings, and be able to fly. great, extra limbs of freedom, fluffy and bright, or even sandy, ashen, coal-like and soft.
wings like on birds.
wings like on hippogryffs, pegases, other creatures of flight, creatures of fantasy.
One of the major things I guess I’ll look forward to when I get to heaven. I wan the feeling beneath my wings, the high of just flying in an endless sky.
I just want to feel free.
I always felt like I needed wings on my back, it would just feel…right.
It would be the coolest feeling, being able to fly…like I could do anything.
Fly, Maybe with or without wings…. But fly none the less. Wings are but only a decoration and or trophy for those who are amazing enough to fly.
I always dream about having wings.
Being able to fly wherever the wind takes me.
Being so free, so happy.
I would get out of this place.
I used to have wings.
They were pale blue, and transparent-
sparkling at the tips.
Then one day, I flew too far
into a brick wall of Growing Up.
Now all I have are the broken stubs
of innocent memory.
She was sprouting wings. He stood aside and watched in silent awe, his lips parted in an amazed silence. This was the thing he had been seeing in his dreams. This was the person he had been seeing in his dreams. She had come to him weak, sick, and injured and he had taken her in.
These golden wings will take me higher, as I soar my golden glider. Wish me well upon my journey, that I won’t end up on a gurney,
Yeah, sometimes you just write whatever comes out. I dunno.
I used to have wings.
They were pale blue, and transparent-
sparkling at the tips.
Then one day, I flew to far
into a brick wall Growing Up.
Now all I have are the broken stubs
of innocent memory.
I always dream about having wings.
Being able to fly where ever the wind takes me.
Being so free, so happy.
I would get out of this place.
I can barely feel the fluttering, glittery angel wings as they fly by, grazing my shoulder. Oh to hold one in my hand for one magical moment would be a dream come true. To look into her eyes and see her bless me with a smile would be a wonderful moment. Thank you Angels everywhere for the blessings you bring to us all who believe in your magic.
As the wind is pushed beneath me, I feel my body lift off the ground. My stomach drops as it’s confused. Beat. Beat. Beat. The wind flies by my face as I fly by the clouds. At three years old, flying is all I ever dreamed of.
My friend has wings and shits a lot. I think he is really a bird dressed as a human. He is most likely not an angel. He has no faith.
I just had chicken wings for dinner. They were pretty good.
And her mother will give her wings to fly. She will fall at first, and stumble around. But her mother gave her wings to fly.
Not seeing in your eyes the pain that has shattered your reality creates the distance felt by confused fluttering wings of my soul. God give us grace that the dissolution of our yearnings will give rise to a peace, harmony, and clarity of our hearts. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
used to eat them
now I have them
and I am using them
I don’t miss eating them
I do love having them and
I will never stop using them
Not seeing in your eyes the pain that has shattered your reality creates the distance felt as by confused fluttering wings of my soul. God give us grace that the dissolution of our yearnings will give rise to a peace, harmony, and clarity of our hearts. If it’s meant to be, it will be.
I didn’t know whether what in frnot of me was real or not. How could such a beautiful thing, cause so much chaos among the heavens. If only I had listened earlier, I knew he was telling the truth when he told me, but now I’m stuck. Stuck in the grief of self loathe. I looked once again at his face, his hair. But most of all, his wings…
If I had wings, I sometimes feel I would fly away. To somewhere that I could rest. Recharge. Calm. But to leave now would feel like foolishness; it would be foolishness. I used to pray for wings and the courage to fly away from all of this. Now I pray for the courage to stay and be the best me I could be. I am in love, and that has made the difference.
Wings. I have wings. The cold membrane brushed up on my bare back as i stood in the damp forest. They weren’t the wings i was hoping for, but they’ll do for the time being.
“What do you think, dear?” her shrill voice called from high in the trees.
“Don’t call me dear.” i hissed back. I wasn’t her dear to call. That name was reserved for him, the boy i would take back with my new wings.
My eyes scanned the foliage beneath me, and landed on the charred remains of my dead wings. Black mingled with dark red and blue, the colors of my former wings. They where dead now, and completely useless.
A loud crash sounded behind me, and it was at that moment that i felt the shame. My body grew tight, and i could feel my bones and muscles being strained, shrunk. It wasn’t the most pleasent feeling, but i had to put up with it if i was to get back my man from the evil woman. My dark red hair was longer than i was used to, and it tickled the small of my back, falling in damp strands over my feminine face.
“You are so small… Beautiful, though.” she cooned, her voice like poison.
“I need clothes. Do you have any?” my voice sang, not words, but like the sound of leaves or a brook.
“Why, yes. For someone as small as you, of corse.” she flitted back to the top of the dark tree and into the tangled mass of branches. I looked to my back where my small wings sat. They caught the sun, filtering it onto the ground into a beautiful array of blues, greens, purples and yellows. My yellow cat-slit eyes scanned my surroundings and my body, and i was indeed small, so small in fact that i could fit in your palm. Looking back up to the tree, i sighed.
“This is not going to be fun.” And with those words, my feet lifted off the ground, and i was in the air, accending towards the dark branches.
You gave me wings when i least expected it, now you’ve cut them off. Why would you act like you want something and the other day you act contradicting yourself?.
People often mislead you at their will. They like playing games with people
Conner is an Angel now.
He was my best friend for many years.
I loved him dearly though we never met save for the Internet.
So many people judged us and we never cared. We ignored them.
Like turtles we hid away from those people.
We were like lovers hiding in the turtle shell.
Love.
Hiding.
To be loved.
To be wanted.
It was perfect.
May you rest in peace.
I heard buffalo wings when I watched a kid show when I was babysitting the other day :) I craved them afterwards! I remember in elementary school when my friends ate them.
I’ve never believed in religion, but he did, and that’s all that counts.
We sat in silence, and my eyes could bear it no longer, and they began to cry. I saw where he must go, where I’m sure he would love his wings.
“I’ll lend you my feathers,” he had said, it seemed so long ago.
And there, resting its grace on the top of the gravestone, lay a single feather,
so that once again I may reach the fallen angel I had once known.
take me higher than you ever thought we could go. stretch your wings and learn how to use them. admire others and let other admires you, to a certain degree of course darling. there is no need to feel like you have to impress anyone. there is no need to take steps and make a silly decision.
omg, I don’t want wings AGAIN.
“Wings?!” He asked, surprised and dismayed at this last rule.
She nodded and blushed, “Yes, think of them like Angel Wings.”
He fell over and fainted.
If I had wings I would fly away from all that is staring me in the face.
her wings where the most beautiful angel wings i had ever seen. the world was filled with angels,their wings spanning out and the feathers danging around them, but no-ones wings where as beautiful as hers. the gld rimmed feathers spew out light and the white downie feathers look like clouds, and felt like it too.
She stretched her ivory wings out beyond her shoulders, rubbing her hands together and gazing softly upon the town nestled in the heart of the valley. They wouldn’t find her up here– she would make sure of that. She was through being the savior, for she was nothing but a person who could fly.
i glance down real fast to sneak a peak of what i saw to be the top of new york. at night no less. it was gorgeous. i wanted to stay in this moment forever. with Sams arms around waist and the biggest grin on both our faces while we flew all across the WORLD.