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Long rigid legs like chopsticks Riding the seas got seasick Snapping your snout like click click You are a sandpiper, not a sandchick
All of a sudden you’re falling You’re running a marathon, free like a bird, but then all of a sudden you’re falling.
Always one to fall in line, I learned early to obey. Silence and respect protect Against the everyday.
I really want to fly high in the bright blue sky.But I’m terrified. I’m terrified of the endless possibilities that could happen. I could fall and die. Or I could fly too close to the sun and burn.
Little WordsCreate the birdWho flew so highHe touched the sky.And when he tumbledTo the sandNo one heardDespite the birdWho got back upAnd tried again.
I dream no dream, And fight no fight. My real is beyond dreaming, And my fight is to use my wings to fly.
The girl: Pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird, fly. Pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird, fly! Pretty bird, pretty bird, pretty bird, why? Do you stay here?
I didn't know I could fly until the paper looked back at me and I realized that the words were telling me that I could fix myself I could smile I could be happy I could and will
don't give me poems of spring or empty words of love don't gift me roses or rings or all the gold in Rome don't sell me to princes or kings for I'll be locked in a tower
Everyone wants liberation from something. Seconds, minutes, hours go by Of which everyone is counting. It'll be just a moment before you can Finally fly, But after all, you're just a man.
Outside my window The last leaves left clinging to a tree Blowing against the bright sky are triumphant still Fluttering relentlessly like one hundred starlings Practicing to take flight
Butterfly, Butterfly If I had your wings My dreams would get bigger the places Id go but knowing my luck I'd be caught in a net So I'll turn off the light and crawl back into bed
set me free so I can fly I really want to die do you know the reason why neither do i but I am going to try I want to fly high maybe I will reach the sky maybe I am going to cry
9:17 you shot me a call unaware of why you were I had answered your voice was filled with joy I remember your family walking in you were telling them to leave (like always)
Why does the songbird Always fly away When winter comes?
High five high mind Do I write? or do I type? Higher than the sky my wings will burn I will d i s p e r s e like ashes into the
Out of the darkest shell I emerge, Bringing Out a path once trailed I Arrive; With a story to tell From a past once bitter To a Path Now Fitter
Beatings, bruising, cuts and scars Smiles to hide the pain Wishing on a shooting star That I could fly away Heartbreak, tears, screams and cries Hidden day by day Covered up with laughter
"And for the poet even disasters are on the agenda." - Alexander Pushkin Impact (12/27/15) Is it wrong to break A promise when
I live in the stories that I create, in the books that I read and make, the stories in my head because it is better instead. I imagine many things, many horrible things, things wonderful,
They tell me I am not to let the wind beneath my wings take me adrift, But when I urge to unearth my feathers’ beauty I am trying to break chains. My bones are restrictive lanes I cannot change like two solid yellow lines.
“One-Winged Angels” “Sista, how am I supposed to fly with only one wing?” he asked I had to think long and hard about it
A fly Circles My bedroom
Broken hands... Empty mind. I look at my watch and it says, ''Go time.'' I feel these chains holding me to the ground and I cannot move. Life is a dance and I just want to fucking groove.
A Penguin can’t fly. The poor flightless bird, confined to the land and sea, with wings weighing it down: gravity. Me. The girl who dreams to be a penguin, yet fly,
The spiders tell me fables, and watch my eyes fall to rest The music of the sky lulling me into a resting wake
Please, take me away. Some place far, far away, in a hot air balloon. We can both float far, far away. Somewhere up above, amongst the moons. I wish I could stay, I really do. But everything in this town,
She hates how she looks because all her friends say so, and she denies every compliment because she just doesn't know that she looks like a princess and her hazel blue eyes
I had the chance to leave. I could have been free, to never be hurt again. So young, so dumb, I stayed and it begin. I spent my life loving you, since we were kids.
Creepy, crawly, furry little train fellow, Looping up and looping down, Giggling on your wiggling way. Chew, chew, and do chew some more!
The peddels to the bike were stiff because of that cold morning Gears groaned as the wheels roatated, stuggling to find its rythem I was behind my friends, but then again I was always behind my friends.
6:10 a.m. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining, the sky is blue. The outside looks flawless. The inside is trapped. She walks into the bathroom, she looks into the mirror, she sees the same thing.
Can you feel it? Inside you? The beat, the beat, the fast tattoo? Can you feel it? Feel it start? The beating, beating of your heart? Here we're coming, Here we go
Finding Wings I met you when I was scared, when I felt lost and alone, But you helped me learn, and now that I’ve grown,
I grew out my wings and flew to a new place, They said that's what they're for, so I sought out my space. A space for me to find my own- To color my feathers, To say that I've grown.
One night, as I slept, I dreamt a dream of voices. In my dream, I saw young choirs, In the choirs, I saw young children. But no matter what, I heard wonderful singers-
When young you're taught not to fly beyond the edges of the nest so you spend so much time just wondering what's outside? Buildings are made to contain us only giving us glimpses of what's outside
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.
I don't know what to say. I'd love to be that one that doesn't walk away But I'm afraid that it's in my blood; These scars prove that it's a part of who I am
I thought I found my strength in a girl singing for acceptance Then I thought I was a caged bird Lame, old and helpless Now I know, I was but a bird’s chick
You go out there and you fly You're tired of people making you feel small. youre tired of feeling like you'll never amount to anything. But let me tell you, one day you WILL fly.
From country to country When I was two years I left my country I left to Asia to a better country After seven years there we became angry
There once was a bird who wanted to fly. She wanted so badly to sore the sky. But she had a few bent feathers. They said theyw ill stay that way forever. Sometimes all she wanted to do was cry.
fly 1 2 3 fly birds planes clouds fly
One life One world Many opportunities to make a difference. To change the world with just one job could be the easiest thing in the world... if it's already your passion.
I am learning. I am craving. I am yearning. And I'm caving. I feel this desire. Adoration. No, I am not a liar. Not an abomination. I am not inferior.
If I could change one aspect of me, It would certainly be to be free. I sprout some big wings, Get shoes with some springs, And take to the air like a bee.
Warm salty yet smooth waves
To Walk a Mile in the Rain
I jumped off the edge of the Island of Existence and swam to the End of Time, I ran till i came to the stuff dreams are made on and danced with the jolly green giants,
The world lives, To limit us. If we can accept those limits, Then we shall live beyond them.
What if you could fly?
These thoughts spiral in my head, Feelings of anguish and fear, Like a whirlwind whipping the air. Falling seems to be the best solution, but then who would be around to hear me.
They didn’t have to clip your wings, You were never meant to fly, You were only born,
They didn’t have to clip your wings, You were never meant to fly, You were only born,
Kiss the Sky Embrace the Ocean Birds call me equal.
When I was ten, my friend asked me, "Do you want to fly, or be invisible?" I chose to be invisible.
The light is cold. The day is dark. The only thought I have, a spark. The only breath I breathe, my mark. In this ever-changing world. The mirror is the truth, my face.
I'd like to fly but it's a silly notion, I'll take my chances with the ocean.
It was all I needed to see the bridge to reach my dream standing tall, reassuring me to my future, my grand scheme It used to only be a view a sight from the city I love
Most have heard or read the animated anecdotes of the dead. They are given with joy and wrapped in a bow - - stories of life, of music, of love. But all anecdotes end. Few ever say or re-claim
i just want to fly walking is boring and running has become so difficult i just want to fly my legs have become so tired my heart is beating too fast i just want to fly i don’t want to collapse
Dream of sleep and wonder, of cold rain and thunder. Dream of something exhilarating and painful. Dream of life by the handful. Dream of a smile
Hello songbird creature of flight, what brings you here on such a woeful night. Destined with powers to soar all around yet you sit and not make a sound. Can it be that you are ill or just waiting for time to spill?
The sun rises rises in my soul. The rays dance and explodelike lyrics hitting the ear. I am the song. Illusionsshatter like glass. I morph into a dazzling tapestry of shadow and light. Thesetting sun no longer reminds me of death.
Traveling around the world is extravagant and fun, meeting new people and recognizing cultures. You go to Mexico and eat a caramel bun, Cross the sahara desert in Egypt and see vultures.
Somehow it all must change, We can't just look through windowpanes. The sky is perfectly in reach Since they invented aeroplanes. Fly away-
We were made to be different. We were made to stand out. But sometimes life is hard And we just want to shout. Sometimes we want to scream from a rooftop. Other times we want to lock our doors.
The sounds of a sweet bird; lively, buoyant, and free, The sounds of a bitter bird; bleak, melancholy, and confined.
Little bird, Your voice is heard. I see your tears, I understand your fears. I will fight for you, But you must fight too. Little bird, You mean the world to me,
You don't need much to spread your wings You don't need much to make others see You don't need much to sing and sing You don't need much to follow your dreams All you need is to fly real high
Summer evenings in years before with all of the doors in the house wide open, The sprinkler makes its rounds around the yard with a rhythm unbroken: Ch-ch-ch chanting a summer’s song.
"Why does she write?" the kids at my school always ask "Words are unimportant!" they say, "Words do not last!" I pretend I can't hear them, I quell their horrid words But deep down, I wish I could soar away like a bird.
A higher education Is not just in my imagination I believe I am called to go So I can grow My knowledge to a better level
I fly because I have no wings. My dreams are never constant. My hands sometimes have blood strewn across my fingers, my head is sometimes a floatless blob. To dream means that you care.
I’ll miss your face, leaving this place/ an empty space, but full of grace/ Living your way, For another day/ I cannot stay, I gotta fly away/
The shade conceals the woods. The night fly buzzes gently on a midnight breeze. Through the dark, misanthropic wilderness, it carries Him.
I wish that I could learn to fly and swim through the sky at night with the comets and the spaceships and stars.
My soul is overflowing with the capacity of sin,sin that we know as has been,sleeping dogs and changing tides are just some of the lies we find,to liberate ourselfs from
Take my hand Deliver me from evil Come with me Into eternal sunshine Fly away to a new world.
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.
When you are pushed, take a step. When you are shoved, take a leap. When you are thrown, fly!
Once I watched a fly, struggle against a web, I stared as it twitched in horror, knowing it would soon be dead. Ever so gently, a small brown spider stepped on to its white, glossy trap.
Sitting at home on a hot summer's day, A pen in my hand, What in my poem could I possibly say? There on the balcony the blue jay sits, His feathers shining beneath Nature's light,
If I die tomorrow Burry me with rose petals So I can think about the flower If I die tomorrow I want to be that black butterfly that was in her window I want to show her what it feels like to be free
Mother Nature's test of will and strength Us poets and Americans stand for you in length. Winds were sent screaming through the fields like banshees, But we are a country, country united, so show no worries.
Common is just an excuse For what we hate and often times lose Don’t just be, fly towards what allows your spirit loose Start a revolution; we are more than what we choose
Hurry, Hurry, into the deep and you, my love, will be safe to keep all alone and underneath because up above the cyclone creeps
fly fly away away to where the moonshines where the moonshines in the day fly fly away away to where the grass is greener greener than the grass in May
Fly my love Flee this wretched world.
Fly my love Flee this wretched world.
There's a song for every story a story for every song. It's one thing you can count on in the days that are so long.
You’ve got that look in your eyes And I can see you’re off somewhere Building castles in the air Hoping one day you can live up there Hoping one day that you’ll be up there
What if you were a bird, my dear? What would happen then? Would you decide to fly off one day never to return again?
In the penetrated sky i await For the delicious prey to reappear I ready the unforgivable bait And lure the wandering target thats near. The sweet dulling scent of loveable food
I'm ready to live, and get out of here. I'm ready to fly, to forget my fear. I'm ready to do things I've never done. I'm ready to find myself, to be someone. I'm ready to see
Fly little birdy fly. Stretch Your wings and touch the sky. Bring down the Heavenly stairs, That will raise us into the airs.
There's a spot on your face Above the bridge of your nose That is the place where the most Awesome eyebrow hair grows
I’m part of a group – The Midnight Bike Riders Trying to Fly. We ride every night and whirl the wheels that move us Until we envision the spokes spreading out into dainty wings. Our heads bow low over the handlebars