Flying
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To soar high in the clouds like a bird
To feel free and not chained
To explore the world around us
The closest we have to flying
The closest we have to floating in the sky
There I saw this nervous butterfly
Searching for a secure place to land
To calm her tiring pair of colourful wings
But scared and afraid to trust strangers
Having disowned by her own little group
Fearofflying—facing fearhe boarded the planewhich some minutes after takeoffviolently shook and then plummeted toward earth—him being sad, not over his impending death, but having just won the lottery
The Eagle
Swooping, soaring, over branches
And under sun.
Silent, graceful, over branches
And under the sun.
learning to fly wasn't the goal
what use did I have for that kind of freedom?
all he wanted was someone to catch
I fought my instincts
trying to fall was much harder
when I already knew how to fly
The horizon faded.
The ailerons, jaded.
The winds blew
fast and through.
The comms whirred.
Myself, concerned.
I clutched the yoke
and heard a croak.
Be still
Close your eyes
One deep breath
What's the worst that could happen
Take the dive
Toes on the edge
One more sharp breath
Get ready
And pull
Life is like a sky,
You fly past many lands, many oceans,
Each time wondering how anything could be so beautiful,
Until you reach a dark place so vile,
Not even the bravest of people could bare it,
On a plane squished and uncomfortable.
People are scooting around
And tossing their luggage above my head
After what feels like hours everyone is quiet
Anticipating the dreary safety instructions
Sometimes, i just think
what if i left everything behind me?
and i flew to the sky
beyond ours that we see at night
silence would be all around
no hateful words to be found
living on a star
I once had a dream
That I could fly.
I flew so high,
Oh so high,
Now that I think back
That was a scary thing
Today’s the day I start packing,
always tend to be slacking.
Loud families planning,
while ticket agents are scanning.
So this is it, huh? Every morning I repeat the same old tired routine.But there's supposed to be more for me, I know there is.Your 20's isn't your regular old 20's anymore.I remember being a kid when my sisters were in their early 20'sI thought th
Run
When you crawl,
Remember not to scrape your knees
When you walk,
Remember not to trip
When you run,
Remember not to choke
I used to have a passive soul.
And I never would have thought that
I would crawl out of my shell
One day by accident
I discovered a burning passion
It changed my life.
I have never looked back once.
One two, down up
And there she goes
She flies high
Smiles bright
Two, three, four
One two and down
Feet back on the ground
We cheer
A pause for the boys
My heart's pounding.
It's almost time,
Time to jump.
What if something happens?
What if something goes wrong?
Too late,
It's time.
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
JUMP!
I'm falling...
And for the fleeting moment
In which your eyelashes grew
As tangled roots -- blooming
Amidst and within my own --
The feathers of swallows burst
From the blades of my shoulders
And right now I'm the only girl living
In this silent, sleeping city
Because I've tasted the bittersweet
Of your rosy tenderness
And I've felt the exhilaration of flight
Just after the birds have gone to bed
You rant to the sky and lay blame to the earth, for it's gravity is keeping you from flying.
As passionate as you are, your fire starts to die as the sunlight begins to fade.
Wispy clouds sweep across the vast ocean above
Grass whispers the heartbeat of the tide
Rolling gently out and back again
Feathered fish dart into cloud-waves
And you wish flying were so easy
I feel relaxing,
As I look at the flowers
Colorful, cheerful, and bright.
…………………………….
Summer, hot, and the sun
No cold, no snow, and no school
Sea, beach, and the tan.
………………………………
i soar over grassy hills,
viridescent and glowing in the sun,
dark and gleaming indigo in the moonlight.
the tree encircles me
in its crooked and loving arms.
my tattered wings ache from
a long day
What a feeling it must be,
To fall and tumble and fly so free.
To fling yourself from a rooftop high,
To call your friend and say goodbye.
And beware the man,
dressed in black.
Holding a gun.
Do you know what it is to swim through the clouds and to touch tips of the stars?
I do.
Do you know what it is to play in the air and dance through the sky?
Because I do.
Im used to these shaky take-offs
Because new beginnings are never smooth
Probably because I force these chapters
to end too soon.
As I break the layers of the sky
it all becomes a plane
Shower Thoughts and Dream Knots
Shadow ships sailed across the walls and splashed into a ceiling speckled with galaxies,
yellow constellations swirling behind clenched eyelids,
You cant stop me baby
You can't hold me back
I'm flying,
seeing stars
not dying
feeling for once
I'm shinning
being bright
no hiding
this is life.
Baby
8/19/12, age 18
Some are afraid of flying, but I love it. It lets me live a whole different life,
One where the outside world shows me the most perfect sea I’ve ever seen
The air is light
I can maneuver through it at ease
Gliding through the white streaked sky
Viewing the world below
Is bliss
The sun’s warmth is ubiquitous
Encasing me in warmth
What do birds see
When they watch me?
How am I considered?
Glancing downward,
Oh little bird,
You see many people.
From sky or perch
When your eyes search
What do you find in us?
Just what can I say to make you stay
What can I do to stop you from entering the depths of the ocean
In just a few hours,
I'll be on my way.
London will greet me,
By the end of today.
Mommy, I love you,
And I hate to say goodbye,
So I will see you later,
And please don't cry.
I dream of flying
High in the sky
Spreading my wings
And starting to glide
I will be like a bird
Flapping my wings
Migrating to wherever I feel
I will be free
I met a girl
once
twice
many times.
Sitting, she swung on a swing
And smiled at the clouds
she sang a song, the chorus
once
twice
many times
I don't think birds realize how blessed they are.
They are born with wings:
the very instrument that so many humans crave.
Yes,
it is true,
we have legs.
Everything i've been through in my life.
I wish i could have just sprout wings and just flew away
Every single time i've been hurt
Looking down at the earth
I wish i could have just flew around
almost fell face-forward had they not held us back,
crying because it hurt and made our bodies ache,
Dreams
Funny how they float just out of reach
Just past the tips of fingers
the grasp of belief.
Just as the bird will hop and glide,
the dream will follow
Can you see it?
Can you see me fly,
over the rainbow and into the sky?
If I could change anything,
anything in this life,
I would pray to the gods for the gift of flight.
My power.
VVVVRRRROOOOO FFWWWOOOOOMM WUUSSSSSHHHH
That’s what it feels like this wild rush.
Adrenaline coursing.
Power crunching.
All under my hands, my wings.
I'm sitting and I'm waiting
I'm just waiting
and there are people around me
whispering amongst themselves
as if everything is okay.
I cannot figure out
why they are here
Big metal birds,
Fly high in the sky,
“What are they?”
Those metal birds so high.
“Planes,”
But how?
*Dear Amelia Earhart,
Before you knew you’d have the chance
did you ever dream about the skies and
what it felt like to fly?
#Dear Wilbur Wright,
Before you knew it would happen,
I lost a day a few weeks back
It slipped right through the cracks
Of time
I think I found it again, in mask
But want it cemented, at last,
in rhyme.
January Second slipped away
I wanted to write a poem about leaving,
the feeling of dragging feet
and twisting stomach fighting up your throat
as you walk towards your car.
I wanted to write a poem about missing,
I write because I fight with words. I write because when I write I can be heard when there's no one else to listen and nothing else to do, not a verb else. When I write my sentences are fragmented but my thoughts are complete. Through.
The world drops out from below and my head lifts into the clouds
To float like it has for all my life,
Only this time it is for real.
Lost! Alone! I wish I could die!
Scream the minds of the pawns with elongated chains
Attached to their wrists, ankles, and minds
Release us, we beg you! Oh please, release us!
I'm not one for cramped spaces.
Four walls and a floor feel more
like a handicap than a home,
but if touch is still a sense,
and my fingers tell me that it is,
then my nerves make focal points of compression.
this is
the moment we are no longer stationary earthbound creatures
chills
down my back
and my arms
even though this is nowhere near my first time.
I hug myself, lean my head back, close my eyes
dancing out of reach
she twirls away, elated
just to be alive
color on the wind,
the children cannot catch her
try as though they might
All my life I've been preparing for this day
The day when I finally fly away
From my home and family I must stray
Because to truly live I cannot stay
Oh my god, my dear god I pray
Wind in my hair,
feet off the ground,
silence in abundance,
when no one's around.
moonlight shines down,
leaves blow by,
maybe this,
is what it's like to fly.
Freedom, around the corner,
On the tips of my fingers,
It's so close I can taste it.
I'm ready to fly.
