My hands hover uncertainly over the keys. Is this the right call? Do I even want to do this?
My phone pings again and I check the screen. My Mom. I sigh and flip back to the other text. The one from him. Once again my fingers hover over the tiny keyboard.
‘Do u want 2 go 2 the park after skool? :)’
I smile as I picture him and firmly type. ‘Yep, c u soon!’
I hate when people hover over me when im reading, eating, looking on the computer, writing, anything basically. It kind of makes me nervous. Like I have the feeling that someone is judging me. Yeah that’s just me. Don’t hover.
She hovered over the scene watching in shock and awe as the wave of destruction rushed over the crowd leaving nothing but debris in its wake. She never thought to see such horror in her life, but it didn’t stop it from happening below her.
“Go,” she said, looking over me sternly.
There was nothing supernatural about her, but she always knew just how to stand so she would tower over me. Physically, I was nearly a foot taller, but there was no comparison mentally.
So I walked on without looking back, because I knew there was nothing for me back there. Too much had happened in the past month.
i hate how my grandma is always hovering around me. like jesus christ, i’m 19, an adult. i can fucking do things on my own.
i’m sort of just waiting for her to die. it should be a national holiday when she does
I hover over the garden. I see the blossomed lillies. I see the butterflies softly landing on the flowers. I hover over it all and that is all I am allowed to do. What an untangible life it has become.
It hovered above the tall building: a silver disk about at wide as Jamie was tall. She gathered, along with almost her entire town, at the base of the building to gape at the mysterious object. What could it be? everyone wondered. A spaceship? Was it possible that extraterrestrial beings were inside the strange, hovering object?
i sit on a old chair; the chair was pink worn velvet, and felt smooth against my skin. the hall where it sat was dark and musty; i don’t know where i was. i felt a breath. a move. a touch.
To hover, one must first empty his or her mind of all things of the world. This isn’t zen, per se, this is simply truth. If you are to ever succeed at leaving the ground, you must first be light as the clouds.
All I can think about is flying its my dream I just wish I could fly if only there was some way a fariy a genie something to give me mynwishnitsnall I want. To fly
Hovering, wandering, always thinking under things. Hover boards, hover chairs, wouldn’t that be dandy? Hovering – not quite flying, but close enough. Sounds fun, without the threat of death if your wings get shot or something. Run in mid-air while hovering! No more stepping on thems rocks.
She sighed, watching the human children below, wanting a playmate of her own. There were no other faerie children her age in her Court, and she wasn’t allowed to play with other Court faeries. All she could do was watch from above and wish, left to hover.
The man hovered over the city in his new jet pack waiting all the recognition for his new invention but to his suprize no one noticed when he came down from flight he coulall inknoew is I’m skrewd this i s had he says no one cares its all over for me I’m nothing hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm
The hover-city glided softly over the mountain valley, it’s base nearly grazing the tops of the trees. It was broad and tall, with spires reaching so far into the heavens that their height seemed immeasurable. All around the city were flying creatures that seemed guard-like; one could only surmise that they were protecting the city from all possible…
I hate those helicopter moms. They hover over their kids and stifle their personalities. I have a sense that tells me that kids with moms like that will grow up either with huge egos and a sense of unrealistic entitlement or become serial killers.
Also “Hoover” which was the name of a robotic dog in a comic strip I used to love. As the comic became more popular the dog’s name was changed to “Bleeker” to ward off potential future trademark issues. But he’ll always be “Hoover” to me :)
Hovercarts cruise over the streets carrying goods and, occasionally people, over the wall to the great unknown. Closer to the Earth are pedestrians on overboards of their own, staunch businesspeople hurrying to offices on stark gray boards, teenagers whooping and causing mischief on their light up decked out rides.
This gloominess constantly hovers over me. When I look up, I don’t see a clear blue sky with sunshine and birds. I see a dark grey cloud. It thunders and the lightning strikes at my heart. This sadness… how much longer will it hover above me? When will it finally leave me at peace with myself? It’ll either be when I stop believing or when I finally believe.
He hated his heart, his mind, his emotions. They always got in the way. He hated how he hovered over her. Hated feeling like he needed to know everything.
Lets hover over a place.
A place that could of lasted longer.
Hover over a second before things got complicated
Go back to the moment when i didn’t know what feelings felt like
Lets just hover here
He hovered around the girl, unsure of whether to comfort her or not, as she might not want to be touched, considering what had just happened to her. He slowly reached out a hand, stopped halfway, then he quickly pulled it back, deciding not to touch her. He stood and watched her shake and cry, still not sure of what to do to comfort her.
The aircraft hovered in the air before zooming into the sky, its lights twirling and twinkling red, white, and blue. I looked up, hardly believing what my eyes could see. Secretly, I had known we couldn’t be the only beings in the universe.
There is no halo to hover over my head. I own my mistakes and will never act holier than thou to achieve some sort of personal glorification. I learn from my failures and try to pass on the knowledge as best as I can
hand over the button. his hand, body hovered for the while she sat there. there was a stain of tears that sealed her eyelashes to her lid. they kept her statue still, watching the subtle tremble of his fingers. then he left. that was when she felt her lungs move again.
As I walk away, I see a glint of light through the rain clouds. I look up to see Andy standing there, holding hands with a man who he looks strangely like. He smiles down at me, looking much more grown up than before and whispers, “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask back.
“For being my friend,” he replies. “And for…letting go.”
Hover and cover your mood and I’m just brooding. I’m sorry but really let’s dance and stay forever and come and go like clovers, under and over like luck that we search for and never finds us.
what? i dont hover. i fly. sometimes i feel like i’m drowning. then i remember my wings dont work. they’re broken. i put them in the shop. the shop was closed. so i left them on the curb. the curb had a broken bottle on it. i think the drunk was too drunk. who breaks a bottle. who hovers? i only fly. yet my wings dont work. my mind will always fly.
Stop hovering over me like a rain cloud. Every minute of every day you are right there bearing down on me. You hover more than a hovercraft. I can’t break free from you, you are always there and I wish I could just forget the moment we had together in January of 2009. I wish I could just erase it from my memory because I hate that we don’t talk, I hate that we lost it all—I hate that you still hover over me and not knowing if I hover over you…
We were supposed to have hover crafts by now. The expectation, in the 80’s, was that we would have airborn highways and cars would be a thing of the past. What happened to those dreams? Now, our expectations seem to hover more realistically around whether or not we can even afford to fund NASA, and it makes you wonder – what happened?
I hover above the clouds, floating, spinning, turning….grasping at the foggy whisps knowing I can never hold them, but I still try. Flying is without a doubt my favorite kind of dream…
Sometimes I wish my spirit could just exit my body and hover above me and hear the things I say. Maybe then I’d realize just how stupid and inappropriate half the things I say are and be able to change.
My hands hover uncertainly over the keys. Is this the right call? Do I even want to do this?
My phone pings again and I check the screen. My Mom. I sigh and flip back to the other text. The one from him. Once again my fingers hover over the tiny keyboard.
‘Do u want 2 go 2 the park after skool? :)’
I smile as I picture him and firmly type. ‘Yep, c u soon!’
I hate when people hover over me when im reading, eating, looking on the computer, writing, anything basically. It kind of makes me nervous. Like I have the feeling that someone is judging me. Yeah that’s just me. Don’t hover.
She hovered over the scene watching in shock and awe as the wave of destruction rushed over the crowd leaving nothing but debris in its wake. She never thought to see such horror in her life, but it didn’t stop it from happening below her.
Can’t you see it? The TARDIS-spinning, flying, hovering over the Earth. Ready for a new adventure. Geronimo!!
“Go,” she said, looking over me sternly.
There was nothing supernatural about her, but she always knew just how to stand so she would tower over me. Physically, I was nearly a foot taller, but there was no comparison mentally.
So I walked on without looking back, because I knew there was nothing for me back there. Too much had happened in the past month.
i hate how my grandma is always hovering around me. like jesus christ, i’m 19, an adult. i can fucking do things on my own.
i’m sort of just waiting for her to die. it should be a national holiday when she does
I hover over the garden. I see the blossomed lillies. I see the butterflies softly landing on the flowers. I hover over it all and that is all I am allowed to do. What an untangible life it has become.
It hovered above the tall building: a silver disk about at wide as Jamie was tall. She gathered, along with almost her entire town, at the base of the building to gape at the mysterious object. What could it be? everyone wondered. A spaceship? Was it possible that extraterrestrial beings were inside the strange, hovering object?
i sit on a old chair; the chair was pink worn velvet, and felt smooth against my skin. the hall where it sat was dark and musty; i don’t know where i was. i felt a breath. a move. a touch.
something was hovering over me.
To hover, one must first empty his or her mind of all things of the world. This isn’t zen, per se, this is simply truth. If you are to ever succeed at leaving the ground, you must first be light as the clouds.
All I can think about is flying its my dream I just wish I could fly if only there was some way a fariy a genie something to give me mynwishnitsnall I want. To fly
Hovering, wandering, always thinking under things. Hover boards, hover chairs, wouldn’t that be dandy? Hovering – not quite flying, but close enough. Sounds fun, without the threat of death if your wings get shot or something. Run in mid-air while hovering! No more stepping on thems rocks.
She sighed, watching the human children below, wanting a playmate of her own. There were no other faerie children her age in her Court, and she wasn’t allowed to play with other Court faeries. All she could do was watch from above and wish, left to hover.
The man hovered over the city in his new jet pack waiting all the recognition for his new invention but to his suprize no one noticed when he came down from flight he coulall inknoew is I’m skrewd this i s had he says no one cares its all over for me I’m nothing hhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmm
The hover-city glided softly over the mountain valley, it’s base nearly grazing the tops of the trees. It was broad and tall, with spires reaching so far into the heavens that their height seemed immeasurable. All around the city were flying creatures that seemed guard-like; one could only surmise that they were protecting the city from all possible…
I hate those helicopter moms. They hover over their kids and stifle their personalities. I have a sense that tells me that kids with moms like that will grow up either with huge egos and a sense of unrealistic entitlement or become serial killers.
She hovered above me, her lips mere millimeters from mine. I felt her breath on my face and her heart on my chest.
Too bad I was just being used. She was lonely and I was a breathing body. Fuck her.
hover
Hovercraft of course.
Also “Hoover” which was the name of a robotic dog in a comic strip I used to love. As the comic became more popular the dog’s name was changed to “Bleeker” to ward off potential future trademark issues. But he’ll always be “Hoover” to me :)
Here you go: http://bleekercomics.com/
Hovercarts cruise over the streets carrying goods and, occasionally people, over the wall to the great unknown. Closer to the Earth are pedestrians on overboards of their own, staunch businesspeople hurrying to offices on stark gray boards, teenagers whooping and causing mischief on their light up decked out rides.
Welcome to New Villa.
This gloominess constantly hovers over me. When I look up, I don’t see a clear blue sky with sunshine and birds. I see a dark grey cloud. It thunders and the lightning strikes at my heart. This sadness… how much longer will it hover above me? When will it finally leave me at peace with myself? It’ll either be when I stop believing or when I finally believe.
He hated his heart, his mind, his emotions. They always got in the way. He hated how he hovered over her. Hated feeling like he needed to know everything.
i hover in the sky
there is nothing that can harm me
as i sit on a cloud i feel weightless
i wake up
life is too heavy
I felt so tall as I sat upon the clouds, hovering.
The large leaf I sat on picked me up off my feet. Then it soared up and joined the white clouds. The leaf hovered above everything below.
Hover
Lets hover over a place.
A place that could of lasted longer.
Hover over a second before things got complicated
Go back to the moment when i didn’t know what feelings felt like
Lets just hover here
He hovered around the girl, unsure of whether to comfort her or not, as she might not want to be touched, considering what had just happened to her. He slowly reached out a hand, stopped halfway, then he quickly pulled it back, deciding not to touch her. He stood and watched her shake and cry, still not sure of what to do to comfort her.
Lightly lifted, fingers barely brushing high grass. Sweet smells of the earth float up through nostrils, wet ground turns.
The aircraft hovered in the air before zooming into the sky, its lights twirling and twinkling red, white, and blue. I looked up, hardly believing what my eyes could see. Secretly, I had known we couldn’t be the only beings in the universe.
There is no halo to hover over my head. I own my mistakes and will never act holier than thou to achieve some sort of personal glorification. I learn from my failures and try to pass on the knowledge as best as I can
hand over the button. his hand, body hovered for the while she sat there. there was a stain of tears that sealed her eyelashes to her lid. they kept her statue still, watching the subtle tremble of his fingers. then he left. that was when she felt her lungs move again.
As I walk away, I see a glint of light through the rain clouds. I look up to see Andy standing there, holding hands with a man who he looks strangely like. He smiles down at me, looking much more grown up than before and whispers, “Thank you.”
“For what?” I ask back.
“For being my friend,” he replies. “And for…letting go.”
Hover and cover your mood and I’m just brooding. I’m sorry but really let’s dance and stay forever and come and go like clovers, under and over like luck that we search for and never finds us.
what? i dont hover. i fly. sometimes i feel like i’m drowning. then i remember my wings dont work. they’re broken. i put them in the shop. the shop was closed. so i left them on the curb. the curb had a broken bottle on it. i think the drunk was too drunk. who breaks a bottle. who hovers? i only fly. yet my wings dont work. my mind will always fly.
Hover. That’s what they say happened when the world began. Gods face hovered over the formless earth, the void that would become everything we know.
Stop hovering over me like a rain cloud. Every minute of every day you are right there bearing down on me. You hover more than a hovercraft. I can’t break free from you, you are always there and I wish I could just forget the moment we had together in January of 2009. I wish I could just erase it from my memory because I hate that we don’t talk, I hate that we lost it all—I hate that you still hover over me and not knowing if I hover over you…
We were supposed to have hover crafts by now. The expectation, in the 80’s, was that we would have airborn highways and cars would be a thing of the past. What happened to those dreams? Now, our expectations seem to hover more realistically around whether or not we can even afford to fund NASA, and it makes you wonder – what happened?
I hover above the clouds, floating, spinning, turning….grasping at the foggy whisps knowing I can never hold them, but I still try. Flying is without a doubt my favorite kind of dream…
I felt his hot breath on my neck. It felt as if it was invading me, making my breath catch in my throat.
I felt alone.
Unsafe.
This dark mass of evil..
hovering over me,
lusting after my innocence.
planes hover over the sky.
but maybe they’re UFOs? It’s possible. What if they are no passengers, just aliens coming to snatch us up?
No. It’s just people causing a ruckus.
Sometimes I wish my spirit could just exit my body and hover above me and hear the things I say. Maybe then I’d realize just how stupid and inappropriate half the things I say are and be able to change.