Don’t let things hover around you. Nasty wasps, annoying sisters, and painful memories. Don’t let any of these thing control your entire life like a video-gamer with a joystick. Don’t entirely forget these things, but don’t let them rule.
It’s easier to not decided, she decided. Immediately giggling because of the obvious contradiction. It fit.
She never did anything that made sense.
Maybe that’s why she usually ended up alone.
No one could put up with the unpredictability.
They wanted decisions.
I only want what’s best for my child. Therefore, I only do what’s best for my child. One logically follows the other. What is certain is that I consider carefully the results of my decisions as they pertain to my child and her future.
I like to hover my mouse over links to see where they go. I keep looking for something in life like that; something that I could hover over someone that I see at a distance just to see where they lead.
right above the water. i feel it under my feet, it’s coolness. but it’s too deep to swim. so i thread closely, cruising over it’s tip. wondering what it’s like under. they say it’s beautiful. but fear keeps me hovering, until one day, when i can’t hover anymore.
Hover, hover, hover! That’s all I ever do!
Maybe if I weren’t so good at hovering, I’d be good at keeping you.
If I loved smart, and not so hard
Maybe you’d be here and not so far
And I wouldn’t be drunk on the floor of this bar
And maybe I’d care ’bout drunk-driving this car
Hover, hover, hover, that’s all I ever do,
I guess I’ll hover up above, impatiently waiting for you.
The bee hovered, loomed and jeered with her sting. A cloud rose to cover the sun. I was blinded, until I felt a sharp pain on the back of my hand, and when I looked down, I saw a large purple swelling, oozing, oozing.
To hover to fly. It was all impossible but they seemed to be able to do it. They lifyed off leaving me rooted to the ground. I culd only watch as they soared among the stars and cold sky, ny feet were firmly planted no matter how hard i tried tO join them.
I feel free. I waited so long to unveil my masterpiece, and now it supports me as I glide over cities, over mountains, over every human being that has loved me, hated me, or never even given thought to my existence. I float high above them so that I can be more than they will be. I float to be freer than they can imagine.
She stayed by him. Through everything.
She was right there beside his hospital bed. Every single day.
She loved him. More than anything.
She whispered words of love in his hear.
But he never heard her.
He never heard her.
He never wanted to hear.
Sarah likes to hover. I mean, I get it. I’m a dude. She probably thinks I’m gonna go watch porn or snog her cousin or something. But I’m not like that. She watches me whenever I log onto a computer and whenever I say I’m hanging out with people, she checks to see everyone going to make sure her hot cousin Beatrice isn’t going too. Why am I seeing her, you ask? Because even with her psychotic ways, I love her.
Her mind hovered as if she was from somewhere far from Earth. She wasn’t one of us. She wandered from this conversation, into her own world. The world that she made perfect.
Up and over the clouds. Although technically thats flying. Hovering is a parlor trick, not like flying.
Hover over you bed in my head. Hovering values, to afraid to fly but even if they did they would float like blimps. Idiots and their ideas.
My fingertips hover over your hip. I want to touch the naked skin but I’m afraid. You’re half asleep and curled naked in my sheets and I’ve touched you already in far less innocent places than just the curve of your hip. But you’re gentle when you’re asleep, vulnerable and still.
Your mind hovers so far above your body that you cant even breathe.
Or at least whatever breath you have gets taken by her beauty.
You bathe in her amber light.
Not in all the shades of blue could she ever be less beautiful.
The hover vehicle sputtered to a stop and smashed into the ground with a jerking motion that made his stomach lurch. Well, this was the worse escape plan ever. He should have made sure he stole a car that worked. He jumped out of the motionless automobile and ran.
Once I saw what I thought was an unidentified flying object hovering over me. I stepped out of my car and saw this triangular object right over top of me. And in an instant, the object was gone. I told several people about this but no one believed me.
i hate it when you hover over me. while i type. while i text. while i read. what are you looking for? why dont you trust me? what have i ever done? you, on the other hand, have lied and hid things and snuck around…and i’m still here. still by your side.
Lovecraft made dresses out of paper, and Galileo traced a universe of pears on them. Mindy and Star hovered, appropriately downcast, and Rafael kissed martinis on the rim before sending them, with his apologies, to the dogs of autumn. Gabriel missed the parties, but alas: Five o’clock curfew, strictly enforced. Now they wait on clouds for the rain to start.
No. I will carry weight. My words will be weighty. They will have power. My pen will drop ink that falls like an iron.
No. This isn’t right either. That should not be my passion. Wrong reasons. Wrong motives. Failure.
What next?
Find the right way.
Oh, and what books do to you! That every word somehow relates to their madness. Every waking moment your mind races over the characters. What will happen to them. Sometimes you catch yourself praying for their safety, and then shamefully remember they are not real. How has the author convinced you otherwise? It is a gift, well practiced, and well managed, that in the proper hands manifests itself into raw emotion. Genuine power that draws the reader into a reality completely unreal, yet so true every fiber is lost forever in the moment. Shamelessly devouring words that are as 2D as a computer screen, but in the mind, as real as life itself.
The thing just hovered over us as we sat on the bench in the park. I didn’t know what this thing was, but all I knew was that it was strange… maybe even special. We sat there just staring at it and it stared at us, but who knows what it was or where it came from.
The kitchen smelled like guilt and coagulated macaroni makings. A television-screen-ear-fly-anxiety hovered with damaged moth wings by my ears, entering the blood, poisoning the stomach. My belly turned over like a broken tilt-a-whirl. I sat down on the dusty linoleum and took in the ceiling. It filled my hole body with a vapid, gray feeling that I will never truly understand the meaning of nothingness…
His hand hovered above mine, so close to touching, his fingernails were longer than I expected, and I studied every detail of his hands. I longed for contact, longed for him to provide me with the love that I felt, but was trying to hide from him.
Her feet were above the ground, and yet she wasn’t falling. She was just there, and it was a glorious moment of freedom. Hovering above the ground, she skated off towards the tree, and then her feet touched down, ending the moment.
you watch it float above the surface and desire to know where it is going, what it is doing, and just exactly why you began to watch it in the first place. the mirage, the oasis…what is it? no, it is not a man walking on water…men don’t do that…never have, never will.
What could be cooler than a hovercraft? You just get to hover over people and be like, “Yeah, that’s right, I’m freaking hovering, ’cause I’m way cooler than you.” And, I mean, come on. It would save poor short people like me from being forever the shortest. I could finally be the one to see the tops of someone else’s head.
The thought hangs over my head like an old chandelier, so heavy that the ceiling may completely give way at any moment, pinning me to the ground under a pile of rubble and broken glass.
Hover, the inbred cousin of flying. I never saw how hovering is useful unless the case of humming birds. They are small and can easily be snatched up by predators so by hovering they can get the flower’s nectar and still be in flight so they can leave if necessary. Also hovercrafts are useful but have a propulsion system, without that hovering is uneventful and mundane. Also have you noticed that every super hero hovers 2 feet above the ground, can’t they just stand on the ground like everyone else?
have you ever had someone hover over you, around you, near you? in the most annoying way ever? i am not a fan of those whom hover. they invade my space, block my flow and interfere with my karma. they impede on my thoughts and push my free will. i do not like them, no i do not sam i am.
The model X-wing only ever hovered. Chickens can’t fly, and they can’t hover either. Hummingbirds are one of the only birds that can hover. They have hovercrafts as well that people can float on air with. Helicopters have a hover function as well, as does my sister’s RC helicopter. I wish I could hover and sleep, that would be awesome.
Don’t let things hover around you. Nasty wasps, annoying sisters, and painful memories. Don’t let any of these thing control your entire life like a video-gamer with a joystick. Don’t entirely forget these things, but don’t let them rule.
It’s easier to not decided, she decided. Immediately giggling because of the obvious contradiction. It fit.
She never did anything that made sense.
Maybe that’s why she usually ended up alone.
No one could put up with the unpredictability.
They wanted decisions.
I only want what’s best for my child. Therefore, I only do what’s best for my child. One logically follows the other. What is certain is that I consider carefully the results of my decisions as they pertain to my child and her future.
I don’t like when people hover over me when I’m writing or reading. It freaks me out and causes an abundance of nerves.
I like to hover my mouse over links to see where they go. I keep looking for something in life like that; something that I could hover over someone that I see at a distance just to see where they lead.
right above the water. i feel it under my feet, it’s coolness. but it’s too deep to swim. so i thread closely, cruising over it’s tip. wondering what it’s like under. they say it’s beautiful. but fear keeps me hovering, until one day, when i can’t hover anymore.
Hover, hover, hover! That’s all I ever do!
Maybe if I weren’t so good at hovering, I’d be good at keeping you.
If I loved smart, and not so hard
Maybe you’d be here and not so far
And I wouldn’t be drunk on the floor of this bar
And maybe I’d care ’bout drunk-driving this car
Hover, hover, hover, that’s all I ever do,
I guess I’ll hover up above, impatiently waiting for you.
i am a prisoner with my back arched, waiting for your hovering touch.
The bee hovered, loomed and jeered with her sting. A cloud rose to cover the sun. I was blinded, until I felt a sharp pain on the back of my hand, and when I looked down, I saw a large purple swelling, oozing, oozing.
To hover to fly. It was all impossible but they seemed to be able to do it. They lifyed off leaving me rooted to the ground. I culd only watch as they soared among the stars and cold sky, ny feet were firmly planted no matter how hard i tried tO join them.
I feel free. I waited so long to unveil my masterpiece, and now it supports me as I glide over cities, over mountains, over every human being that has loved me, hated me, or never even given thought to my existence. I float high above them so that I can be more than they will be. I float to be freer than they can imagine.
“The moon is at her full, and riding high / Floods the calm fields with light / The airs that hover in the summer sky / Are all asleep tonight.”
She stayed by him. Through everything.
She was right there beside his hospital bed. Every single day.
She loved him. More than anything.
She whispered words of love in his hear.
But he never heard her.
He never heard her.
He never wanted to hear.
Sarah likes to hover. I mean, I get it. I’m a dude. She probably thinks I’m gonna go watch porn or snog her cousin or something. But I’m not like that. She watches me whenever I log onto a computer and whenever I say I’m hanging out with people, she checks to see everyone going to make sure her hot cousin Beatrice isn’t going too. Why am I seeing her, you ask? Because even with her psychotic ways, I love her.
Her mind hovered as if she was from somewhere far from Earth. She wasn’t one of us. She wandered from this conversation, into her own world. The world that she made perfect.
Up and over the clouds. Although technically thats flying. Hovering is a parlor trick, not like flying.
Hover over you bed in my head. Hovering values, to afraid to fly but even if they did they would float like blimps. Idiots and their ideas.
My fingertips hover over your hip. I want to touch the naked skin but I’m afraid. You’re half asleep and curled naked in my sheets and I’ve touched you already in far less innocent places than just the curve of your hip. But you’re gentle when you’re asleep, vulnerable and still.
Your mind hovers so far above your body that you cant even breathe.
Or at least whatever breath you have gets taken by her beauty.
You bathe in her amber light.
Not in all the shades of blue could she ever be less beautiful.
The hover vehicle sputtered to a stop and smashed into the ground with a jerking motion that made his stomach lurch. Well, this was the worse escape plan ever. He should have made sure he stole a car that worked. He jumped out of the motionless automobile and ran.
My hand hovered over the button. To press or not to press that is the question. From the left side came the angry mob. From the right, I saw apathy.
The middle section was born out of fright and below me was the empty sea.
Hovering over the mountaintops, the Gods are watching us all.
And say what you want about those above us, but they will never fall.
Once I saw what I thought was an unidentified flying object hovering over me. I stepped out of my car and saw this triangular object right over top of me. And in an instant, the object was gone. I told several people about this but no one believed me.
i hate it when you hover over me. while i type. while i text. while i read. what are you looking for? why dont you trust me? what have i ever done? you, on the other hand, have lied and hid things and snuck around…and i’m still here. still by your side.
i guess i’m the fool.
Lovecraft made dresses out of paper, and Galileo traced a universe of pears on them. Mindy and Star hovered, appropriately downcast, and Rafael kissed martinis on the rim before sending them, with his apologies, to the dogs of autumn. Gabriel missed the parties, but alas: Five o’clock curfew, strictly enforced. Now they wait on clouds for the rain to start.
You hover when your not so sure about your landing or decision…. I hope everyone hovers every once and a while because you never should be so sure.
Hover over me. Are you watching what I’m doing? I hope you don’t understand. If you did you’d be very angry. You;re just a parent.
No. I will carry weight. My words will be weighty. They will have power. My pen will drop ink that falls like an iron.
No. This isn’t right either. That should not be my passion. Wrong reasons. Wrong motives. Failure.
What next?
Find the right way.
Oh, and what books do to you! That every word somehow relates to their madness. Every waking moment your mind races over the characters. What will happen to them. Sometimes you catch yourself praying for their safety, and then shamefully remember they are not real. How has the author convinced you otherwise? It is a gift, well practiced, and well managed, that in the proper hands manifests itself into raw emotion. Genuine power that draws the reader into a reality completely unreal, yet so true every fiber is lost forever in the moment. Shamelessly devouring words that are as 2D as a computer screen, but in the mind, as real as life itself.
I hovered over the river looking below at the sea of manatees and humans.
Intermingling.
Disgusting…
What has the world come to?
I have thirty more seconds to write, but I can’t think of anything more right than expressing what I have already expressed.
Manatees and humans “intermingling…”
YUP. This worlds’am ess.
The thing just hovered over us as we sat on the bench in the park. I didn’t know what this thing was, but all I knew was that it was strange… maybe even special. We sat there just staring at it and it stared at us, but who knows what it was or where it came from.
Looking down.
High up off the ground.
Feeling on top of the world.
And yet so defeated.
Ready to let go.
To step off the earth.
To drop into oblivion.
My foot hovers over the edge
daring me to step forward.
begging me to retreat.
Do I dare?
Watch me.
The kitchen smelled like guilt and coagulated macaroni makings. A television-screen-ear-fly-anxiety hovered with damaged moth wings by my ears, entering the blood, poisoning the stomach. My belly turned over like a broken tilt-a-whirl. I sat down on the dusty linoleum and took in the ceiling. It filled my hole body with a vapid, gray feeling that I will never truly understand the meaning of nothingness…
His hand hovered above mine, so close to touching, his fingernails were longer than I expected, and I studied every detail of his hands. I longed for contact, longed for him to provide me with the love that I felt, but was trying to hide from him.
Her feet were above the ground, and yet she wasn’t falling. She was just there, and it was a glorious moment of freedom. Hovering above the ground, she skated off towards the tree, and then her feet touched down, ending the moment.
you watch it float above the surface and desire to know where it is going, what it is doing, and just exactly why you began to watch it in the first place. the mirage, the oasis…what is it? no, it is not a man walking on water…men don’t do that…never have, never will.
What could be cooler than a hovercraft? You just get to hover over people and be like, “Yeah, that’s right, I’m freaking hovering, ’cause I’m way cooler than you.” And, I mean, come on. It would save poor short people like me from being forever the shortest. I could finally be the one to see the tops of someone else’s head.
If only.
The thought hangs over my head like an old chandelier, so heavy that the ceiling may completely give way at any moment, pinning me to the ground under a pile of rubble and broken glass.
Hover, the inbred cousin of flying. I never saw how hovering is useful unless the case of humming birds. They are small and can easily be snatched up by predators so by hovering they can get the flower’s nectar and still be in flight so they can leave if necessary. Also hovercrafts are useful but have a propulsion system, without that hovering is uneventful and mundane. Also have you noticed that every super hero hovers 2 feet above the ground, can’t they just stand on the ground like everyone else?
have you ever had someone hover over you, around you, near you? in the most annoying way ever? i am not a fan of those whom hover. they invade my space, block my flow and interfere with my karma. they impede on my thoughts and push my free will. i do not like them, no i do not sam i am.
The model X-wing only ever hovered. Chickens can’t fly, and they can’t hover either. Hummingbirds are one of the only birds that can hover. They have hovercrafts as well that people can float on air with. Helicopters have a hover function as well, as does my sister’s RC helicopter. I wish I could hover and sleep, that would be awesome.
Over the world.
Over the ocean.
Over the continents.
Over the countries.
Over the states and cities.
Over the people.
Over the lives.