There was a time when I thought I was punk rock and needed a mohawk. My hair is much more suited to fall off my head in embarassing shapes. You can fight the man, but you can’t fight growing old as a man. Oh well, I can still put stupid spikes on.
I love the hawk at my zoo. It’s a bit intimidating because it’s big and flies close to the edge of the cage, but it’s also majestic. It’s not as impressive as something like the bald eagle, but it still has a power to it.
bird plane super man
flying high until the kryptonite
brings me down with
fire crackers in my ears
the harsh sound of silence
the end of flying and
someone shouting
the sounds are lost
bird plane super man
no, it’s just you
capturing the frightened mouse
hawks are like eagles but with a bitchin’ temper. i wish i could control my temper better, but sadly i am like a hawk cause i get pissed off and tear up rodents, i suppose. hawks have a similar ‘digestive system’ to that of owls; they both have pellets. i dissected an owl pellet once; hawk pellets suck.
flies gallantly like a king of the sky with no inhibitions, teeming with supreme wisdom, the night is always the same, the earth is old, we are lone travelers: here for an ephemeral second
bird plane super man
flying high until the kryptonite
brings us down
fire crackers in my ears
the sound of silence
the end of flying
someone shouts
the sound is lost
bird plane super man
no, it’s just you
capturing the frightened mouse.
Its a bird, one that i often see in the english countryside. Sad really because apparently they seem to be disappearing…but i don’t know I think theres always the same amount.
“OH MY GOD! WATCH OUT! THERE’S A HAWK COMING FOR YOUR BABY!” was all I hard before my two year old was snatched off the ground, and whisked away into the sky. I never saw her again.
the beautiful animal soars in the wind. The eyes of the beast are glowing and presitine, as he searches for his prey. His eyes suddenly fall to the ground. Eurecha. There shall be food tonight. He drops, he floats. he soars. its time
This guy was hawking designer sunglasses from a table in Times Square. “$500.00 glasses for $5.00” I actually stopped and thought “Is it possible?” Then I came to my senses and kept walking
A giant hawk flew over my head.” They’re coming . We need to prepare.” I ran across the hill and grabbed all arms and started shooting in the night sky.
the hawk perched lightly on the branch. his beak was filled with amazing scents. the sun set. as the first star appeared, it called out to him and he began to transform. his wings to arms, and he was a prince. his eyes golden, hair black. he descended to his castle where his princess awaited. she was his opposite, the hunting wolf. they were strange, yet powerful monarchs, living in a kingdom high in the hills.
The hawk circled in the sky overhead, hunting for it’s prey. George knew the feeling and felt at one with the awesome bird, they were both in the business of dealing death.
the store was dingy–like your grandmother’s basement. the only thing that made it worse were what felt like centuries of esoterica. newspapers, a gold shovel, memories of what once was. the isolation–like being buried alive under relics of someone else’s life. the only way to keep from panic was to imagine you were some junk dealer trying to hawk your wares on a tourist.
i see hawks eveywhere i go.
theyre found in desert and in oceans
flying above my head just steadily coastin
sometimes in the air they fly so smoothe it looks like air born lotion
The bird flies, it soars. All over the open blue sky. Its gorgeous out, I’m really enjoying it. The sun is hot. Not a cloud in the sky. I wish I could be as free as this beautiful creature. The hawk.
the bird flitted up above her head, beady eyes looking up at the azure expanse. The woman touched her round stomach, feeling the child stir within her. She smiled softly, looking down at it. “A hawk child. A beautiful hawk child.”
i like when im driving and i look up for a minute and see a hawk flying in circles, looking for something to eat. im not going to lie either, there has been one or two instances when ive mistaken a plane for a hawk at a quick glance.
The hawk flew above me, circling it’s prey. So cliche. I wanted to shoot it down, it’s piercing cries kept escaping from it’s body and entering mine, it hurt to hear it.
Soaring. Flying. Nothing like it. Just two wings, one body. Joined together, working together, working as one. Going where it pleases while nothing can stop it. Unbeatable.
I was just watching Black Hawk Down and it was fantastic. I told everyone I knew to go ahead and watch the movie cause its absolutely fantastic. Hawk was
Hawk again. Should have guessed it. Well, i think you can get pretty good at english by using this. And a fast writer. Oh my, i get a lot of… writing faults?
A predator, soaring majestically. Everything looks small to you, small and insignificant. How can we say we matter in comparison to the grandeur around us?
AGAIN? Is this the only word on oneword.com? Well, i’m twelwe, and i have no idea what i’m doing here. You know, i can’t think, just write. And i keep on writing.
No, not again. I got this word the previous time to. Well, Maybe Hawk is a boys name. He is a superhero. Saves old women and stuff. No. Maybe i should just quit.
The bird flew above the field, scanning quickly over the girl who was watching it intently. “Look at that hawk,” she whispered to herself. She sighed, a short exhale that she was herself unaware of, wishing she was as free as that hawk above her.
I don’t know what hawk means, to be honest. But why not? I guess it’s something Indians wear on their head. You know, those with feathers. Pretty big, i think. This is getting kinda boring.
One time I met a hawk and he was very funny and mostly hairy. He rescued my little sister from great peril on a cliffside. Hawks sometimes get a bad “rap”, but deep down they’re really good guys. Compassionate, really.
Hawk. Was heißt das eigentlich? Da war dieser Sam Hawkins, strubbeliges dünnes Haar, immer rote Knollennase, immer wieder dieselben Sprüche, “wenn ich mich nicht irre” und so …
the skyhawks are our arch nemeses in football. I think their nickname is the “high hawks” because they call us “heathweed” (implying that we smoke marijuana, which a lot of us do) and I’m pretty sure that they do too. We are very mature.
His eyes were hawk-sharp, and she his prey speeding away from him. But he did not follow; he was not hungry yet. It was fear, of a sort, that pushed her away from him and he didn’t want to lose her by moving too fast.
i am going to do this. my grandmother gave me this ring for my 16th birthday and now i am going to hawk it. the way this drug makes me think i dont even flinch as i drop the ring on the counter and i take my 25 dollars and head out to find my guy.
There was a time when I thought I was punk rock and needed a mohawk. My hair is much more suited to fall off my head in embarassing shapes. You can fight the man, but you can’t fight growing old as a man. Oh well, I can still put stupid spikes on.
I love the hawk at my zoo. It’s a bit intimidating because it’s big and flies close to the edge of the cage, but it’s also majestic. It’s not as impressive as something like the bald eagle, but it still has a power to it.
bird plane super man
flying high until the kryptonite
brings me down with
fire crackers in my ears
the harsh sound of silence
the end of flying and
someone shouting
the sounds are lost
bird plane super man
no, it’s just you
capturing the frightened mouse
hawks are like eagles but with a bitchin’ temper. i wish i could control my temper better, but sadly i am like a hawk cause i get pissed off and tear up rodents, i suppose. hawks have a similar ‘digestive system’ to that of owls; they both have pellets. i dissected an owl pellet once; hawk pellets suck.
flies gallantly like a king of the sky with no inhibitions, teeming with supreme wisdom, the night is always the same, the earth is old, we are lone travelers: here for an ephemeral second
bird plane super man
flying high until the kryptonite
brings us down
fire crackers in my ears
the sound of silence
the end of flying
someone shouts
the sound is lost
bird plane super man
no, it’s just you
capturing the frightened mouse.
The hawk soared above the forest, searching for a small mammal it could snatch with it’s sharp talons and bring home to it’s nest of young ones.
Its a bird, one that i often see in the english countryside. Sad really because apparently they seem to be disappearing…but i don’t know I think theres always the same amount.
“OH MY GOD! WATCH OUT! THERE’S A HAWK COMING FOR YOUR BABY!” was all I hard before my two year old was snatched off the ground, and whisked away into the sky. I never saw her again.
the beautiful animal soars in the wind. The eyes of the beast are glowing and presitine, as he searches for his prey. His eyes suddenly fall to the ground. Eurecha. There shall be food tonight. He drops, he floats. he soars. its time
This guy was hawking designer sunglasses from a table in Times Square. “$500.00 glasses for $5.00” I actually stopped and thought “Is it possible?” Then I came to my senses and kept walking
a large bird of prey, flying high above the buildings. magestically landing into its nest. baby
A giant hawk flew over my head.” They’re coming . We need to prepare.” I ran across the hill and grabbed all arms and started shooting in the night sky.
the hawk perched lightly on the branch. his beak was filled with amazing scents. the sun set. as the first star appeared, it called out to him and he began to transform. his wings to arms, and he was a prince. his eyes golden, hair black. he descended to his castle where his princess awaited. she was his opposite, the hunting wolf. they were strange, yet powerful monarchs, living in a kingdom high in the hills.
A hawk flew up high in the serene blue sky casting a shadow upon the fields below, causing pause to the hiker below dreaming of his adventures.
The hawk circled in the sky overhead, hunting for it’s prey. George knew the feeling and felt at one with the awesome bird, they were both in the business of dealing death.
the store was dingy–like your grandmother’s basement. the only thing that made it worse were what felt like centuries of esoterica. newspapers, a gold shovel, memories of what once was. the isolation–like being buried alive under relics of someone else’s life. the only way to keep from panic was to imagine you were some junk dealer trying to hawk your wares on a tourist.
i see hawks eveywhere i go.
theyre found in desert and in oceans
flying above my head just steadily coastin
sometimes in the air they fly so smoothe it looks like air born lotion
“Well, if I’m a bird, I call being a hawk.”
“No,” he said. “You’re a sparrow…unless there’s something smaller than a sparrow. Is there?”
The bird flies, it soars. All over the open blue sky. Its gorgeous out, I’m really enjoying it. The sun is hot. Not a cloud in the sky. I wish I could be as free as this beautiful creature. The hawk.
hawks are birds, and thats as much as i know about them. What can i say im not an expert :P hmm what else
hawk flies up i the skies, dies and topless jumps out of my eyes and cries oh mies I did a whies.
the bird flitted up above her head, beady eyes looking up at the azure expanse. The woman touched her round stomach, feeling the child stir within her. She smiled softly, looking down at it. “A hawk child. A beautiful hawk child.”
i like when im driving and i look up for a minute and see a hawk flying in circles, looking for something to eat. im not going to lie either, there has been one or two instances when ive mistaken a plane for a hawk at a quick glance.
The hawk flew above me, circling it’s prey. So cliche. I wanted to shoot it down, it’s piercing cries kept escaping from it’s body and entering mine, it hurt to hear it.
they are a really bug bird that eats little rodents
Soaring. Flying. Nothing like it. Just two wings, one body. Joined together, working together, working as one. Going where it pleases while nothing can stop it. Unbeatable.
I was just watching Black Hawk Down and it was fantastic. I told everyone I knew to go ahead and watch the movie cause its absolutely fantastic. Hawk was
Hawk again. Should have guessed it. Well, i think you can get pretty good at english by using this. And a fast writer. Oh my, i get a lot of… writing faults?
A predator, soaring majestically. Everything looks small to you, small and insignificant. How can we say we matter in comparison to the grandeur around us?
AGAIN? Is this the only word on oneword.com? Well, i’m twelwe, and i have no idea what i’m doing here. You know, i can’t think, just write. And i keep on writing.
“When they fight, they fight.”
He thought about this.
“Why?”
“why?,” he says back, “they’re hawks.”
No, not again. I got this word the previous time to. Well, Maybe Hawk is a boys name. He is a superhero. Saves old women and stuff. No. Maybe i should just quit.
The bird flew above the field, scanning quickly over the girl who was watching it intently. “Look at that hawk,” she whispered to herself. She sighed, a short exhale that she was herself unaware of, wishing she was as free as that hawk above her.
I don’t know what hawk means, to be honest. But why not? I guess it’s something Indians wear on their head. You know, those with feathers. Pretty big, i think. This is getting kinda boring.
One time I met a hawk and he was very funny and mostly hairy. He rescued my little sister from great peril on a cliffside. Hawks sometimes get a bad “rap”, but deep down they’re really good guys. Compassionate, really.
Hawk. Was heißt das eigentlich? Da war dieser Sam Hawkins, strubbeliges dünnes Haar, immer rote Knollennase, immer wieder dieselben Sprüche, “wenn ich mich nicht irre” und so …
the skyhawks are our arch nemeses in football. I think their nickname is the “high hawks” because they call us “heathweed” (implying that we smoke marijuana, which a lot of us do) and I’m pretty sure that they do too. We are very mature.
His eyes were hawk-sharp, and she his prey speeding away from him. But he did not follow; he was not hungry yet. It was fear, of a sort, that pushed her away from him and he didn’t want to lose her by moving too fast.
i am going to do this. my grandmother gave me this ring for my 16th birthday and now i am going to hawk it. the way this drug makes me think i dont even flinch as i drop the ring on the counter and i take my 25 dollars and head out to find my guy.