The raincoat stuck to her bare legs as she struggled down saughiehall street against the rising wind – in her disturbed state the street signs hung disembodied in the air like alien marauders
A space ship hovered above my bedroom window. It was amazing. It sucked me up and there I found a mysteriuos slobber dog that hadn’t showered for weeks even months. It pinch me then i found yself lying in mybedroom without a trace in sight. I wondered that day what was hovering outside my window. All was a mystery.
I like to hover above things and see what they look like from up above where nobody get’s to see them. Hovering is floating. It’s peaceful and calming. Nobody can get me when I hover. I am alone. In the clouds. Looking down on a world that is far too busy for me. I wish I could hover up here forever.
I am hovering. It is a strange sensation having my feet off the ground. I’m not flying, before you ask. I can’t flap my arms and travel at breakneck speeds on a migration to Africa. I’m just hovering and I really don’t know why.
The spirit of God hovered over the face of the waters. This is one of the first verses in Genesis. I wonder what the Spirit was thinking as he was hovering? Or was he thinking anything? There was a lot to be done as he hovered.
Hover.
Drifting through space, belonging in a mid dimension. I saw a bird hover over a branch before it dived to another tree. It had its long outstretched feathers that touched the whispers of the wind, before it glided away so elegantly into the sunset.
i don’t know how to feel about this word. hovering — like in the air? i used to like flying but now i hate it. maybe if i could do it on my own. maybe if i could hover by myself? then i’d like it. but then i don’t know if i could…i don’t know the word. i don’t know if i could verb without my feet on the ground. so.
I sat in the yard on my own and watched dragonflies hover around the flowers among the bees that the paused in every blossom and buried their cute little faces as far as they could go. The colors were vibrant, the sun was warm, and the sounds were soothing.
I hovered slightly above the ground and followed. She didn’t even look behind her. I floated slowly behind her as she walked into her room. Her bag dropped to the floor and she fell onto her bed face first, groaning. I looked at her curiously. She was so odd. Then she turned onto her side and curled into a ball. And I looked at her with softer eyes, she was so beautiful. Her hair lay around her face in long dark brown curls and her grass green eyes stared off into space. Her skin was so pale that the freckles sprinkling her face stood out even more. I moved closer to her as she continued to look off into the distance. I kneeled down at the edge of the bed and watched her face. Suddenly her eyes flicked towards me. She was looking me directly in the eyes. I fell backwards and she continued to watch me. Did she see me? How could she see me?! I was still invisible, right? I checked around me. Yep, definitely invisible.
She was still staring at me. I began to panic, she had just caught me staring at her intently. Just as I was about to say something, she looked away. Maybe she hadn’t seen me…I watched her with wide eyes. Her body twisted and she turned away from me. She was so…intriguing. I didn’t want to leave the room, her green eyes were burned into my vision. I knew that I would watch her all night long and follow her to school and watch some more. And I knew that I would stand by her constantly. Watching, like a guardian. And for some reason I knew that I, Sam, the ghost who’d been dead for almost fifty years, was in love with a living girl who I’d known for less than a week.
I’d dreamed, about and practiced, this maneuver, what must have been thousands of times before, but nothing could ever truly prepare you for the reality of being under fire. Shrapnel and gunfire seem to come from all directions, and in the midst of it all, I only had to hover over a small clearing, just three feet off the ground, in what can only be described as less than optimal weather conditions. But all of that is nothing when you stop to think that the lives of seven brave soldiers were dependent on it. My heart was absolutely beating faster than sound of the rotor spinning above.
He hovers over her watching every mouthful she takes. “Less!” He barks and she halves her mouthfuls. Her hands shake as she picks and chooses what and how much she eats. Everyday is the same. Her ribs are beginning to show. And that makes him pleased.
Feet from the ground, head in the clouds, you’re not here. You’re nowhere, really, because the world in your head isn’t anywhere. You’re hovering between nonexistent worlds.
I feel like I’m hovering over my own body. Cheesy yes but true. Why are men so hurtful? Why aren’t the women they are with enough? I’m a friggin catch! Stop making me feel like I’m not good enough.
What the hell is a hover? Ah, hover- kind of like a lover. The lover makes simple and cryptic statements that hover over the other lover’s head. I think I’m flying right now.
The board hovered over the dusty grey ground, winter’s chill seeping up into the aching bones of his legs. He tried to maneuver around the tree, using his muscles and knees to do so, but the winter’s chill was too much and unfortunately, with his friends laughing at him, he hovered straight into the wooden oak before him. He hated this stupid game – hovering was not for him.
He was late and didn’t have time to think, much less put together a decent pair of matching clothes. An orange t-shirt and some weeks old, stained, and musty jeans laying on the ground. He jumped into his Nike MAGS and let them fasten, grabbed his hover board and was off. He got to the cafe and saw her from afar. His heart beat faster and faster. He combed his hair back quickly with hand and straightened his walk. Only feet away her sweet scent permeated the air. Suddenly complete darkness. He sits up to see a blinking alarm clock reading 3:30 A.M.. “Shit. Again? Really?”
He hovered over her, following her every move like a shadow. But in this case it wasn’t creepy. It wasn’t stalkerish. It was loving and kind. It was constant protection. It was comforting. Suddenly she didn’t know how she lived her without Him.
i hover over my own body as i sleep. i watch myself wake and move and go about my day. i say things that i don’t mean. i hold back what i want to say. i want to reach out and slap myself. but all i can do is float on by and let myself go.
I hover over her like a hungry wolf. Her slit is what I am about to devour. My mouth drools, her scent entices me to unleash my passion. I attack it with a frenzy. I crawl insidee with her, our sweat mixing, our fluids combining. I can never get enough.
my fingers hover above the keyboard for several minutes, which turns to hours and days before finally having the courage to plunk down everything that’s in my head.
Floating above the abyss of my body, I count time in timetables, multiplying the twos and threes of you and me, coinciding in physical, metaphyscal, and spiritualistically. We render boundaries senseless, make nothing of all, your fanged being an incubus of my strength, my succor leaking like dripping pipes falling to ash in the corner of cellars left unchecked for ancient and aged wine. Why do I get to be the one to witness such insanity unfolding like pages pressed so close, against their will making origami hearts, torn asunder in the name of chaos theory>
the memories hover in this wide galaxy i call my home
inside my head
they beg for me to miss them
but your substitute is begging for me too
but you are a substitute to begin with
for the better of corse
i play games with you because i see through you
i know what you want
and i sometimes give in, not for you
for its the liqour that got me speaking
i know your game
its more fun to take it and fuck it up
than care for another typical
substitute
because if you knew, you’d know
i see more then a speak
i know more than you can figure out by reading me
but the truth is you don’t know me
which is the sweetest, saddest part
my heart belongs to the devil in disguise
cut her up and let her kiss your mind
you wont forget her
when she leaves it hurts worse everytime
but she knows i’m too faithful to forget
The door was slightly ajar, he couldn’t help but peer in. Soft pepper red locks fell across the crisp white pillows laid on the bed, and her fresh freckled face was peacefully asleep. He approached her cautiously, admiring her porcelain skin and long silky lashes. His hand hovered but for a moment over her rosey cheek, just as he was about to caress the milky skin, he thought better of it, backed out carefully and thought himself stupid that he could ever belong with someone like her.
the memories hover in this wide galaxy i call my home
inside my head
they beg for me to miss them
but your substitute is begging for me too
but your a substitute to begin with
my real love, true love
is unknown to me
for the better of corse
i play games with you because i see through you
i know what you want
and i sometimes give in, not for you
for its the liqour that got me speaking
i know your game
its more fun to take it and fuck it up
than care for another typical
substitute
because if you knew, you’d know
i see more then a speak
i know more than you can figure out by reading me
but the truth is you don’t know me
which is the sweetest, saddest part
Cloud hovers over Tifa pretty much every waking moment.
“Cloud, will you pleasepleasePLEASE go stand somewhere else?” Tifa pleads desperately, setting down a bottle of whiskey down on the counter. “You’re giving me a migraine!”
To his credit, he put on an ashamed look as he walked away.
The plane hover over the airport for about twenty minutes before it made an attempt to land. This decision was base on the fact that someone had made a threat to blowup the plane if it had landed in country that was part of the training mission.
to hover over us like an angel
like a dream
watch the stars up close
ohh i wish for wings
for that endless veiw
too high for things to be in the way
right in the middle of the planes
not too high to lose self
not to low to be only one self
this ground is not for me to walk on
it is ment for me to hover over
All these thoughts just hover above my head – not really a part of my psyche and yet close enough that they are undeniably mine. I don’t know what to do about them. I could swat them away like little mosquitoes, but then, they don’t feed off of me so much as I feed off of them.
His face hovers above mine, I close my eyes and breath in. I know this is where I belong. My body reacts and I feel my pulse racing. He’s the one I want, I would give anything just to freeze these special moments we have. I kiss him, and the pressure of his kiss sends my heart racing and my mind spinning, it’s like a dream. I open my eyes, showing all of my vulnerability and whisper the very words that terrify me, “I love you,” and I feel tears spring into my eyes. The last time I had trusted a guy with those three little but powerful words I was destroyed and broken and used. I knew he was different, but I just had to get over what had been done to me first, and sadly, that might be a slow process. Yet, I could not fight this anymore; I decided to just give in…
The raincoat stuck to her bare legs as she struggled down saughiehall street against the rising wind – in her disturbed state the street signs hung disembodied in the air like alien marauders
hover over me
my lover
like a cloud suspended in air on a rainy day.
over and over, the rain drops pound on my forehead,
how your wet kisses are felt.
A space ship hovered above my bedroom window. It was amazing. It sucked me up and there I found a mysteriuos slobber dog that hadn’t showered for weeks even months. It pinch me then i found yself lying in mybedroom without a trace in sight. I wondered that day what was hovering outside my window. All was a mystery.
I like to hover above things and see what they look like from up above where nobody get’s to see them. Hovering is floating. It’s peaceful and calming. Nobody can get me when I hover. I am alone. In the clouds. Looking down on a world that is far too busy for me. I wish I could hover up here forever.
I am hovering. It is a strange sensation having my feet off the ground. I’m not flying, before you ask. I can’t flap my arms and travel at breakneck speeds on a migration to Africa. I’m just hovering and I really don’t know why.
The spirit of God hovered over the face of the waters. This is one of the first verses in Genesis. I wonder what the Spirit was thinking as he was hovering? Or was he thinking anything? There was a lot to be done as he hovered.
Her hand hovered in the air for a moment,but then she withdrew it.
“I wish I could comfort him,” she thought.
I watched the little bird hover over the bird feeder, wanting to land, but not quite sure. Finally it swooped in, landed lightly, and began to eat.
Hover.
Drifting through space, belonging in a mid dimension. I saw a bird hover over a branch before it dived to another tree. It had its long outstretched feathers that touched the whispers of the wind, before it glided away so elegantly into the sunset.
how ever
Alien attack!!!!!!
That thing,that strange cheese shaped object,hovered above.
i don’t know how to feel about this word. hovering — like in the air? i used to like flying but now i hate it. maybe if i could do it on my own. maybe if i could hover by myself? then i’d like it. but then i don’t know if i could…i don’t know the word. i don’t know if i could verb without my feet on the ground. so.
I sat in the yard on my own and watched dragonflies hover around the flowers among the bees that the paused in every blossom and buried their cute little faces as far as they could go. The colors were vibrant, the sun was warm, and the sounds were soothing.
I hovered slightly above the ground and followed. She didn’t even look behind her. I floated slowly behind her as she walked into her room. Her bag dropped to the floor and she fell onto her bed face first, groaning. I looked at her curiously. She was so odd. Then she turned onto her side and curled into a ball. And I looked at her with softer eyes, she was so beautiful. Her hair lay around her face in long dark brown curls and her grass green eyes stared off into space. Her skin was so pale that the freckles sprinkling her face stood out even more. I moved closer to her as she continued to look off into the distance. I kneeled down at the edge of the bed and watched her face. Suddenly her eyes flicked towards me. She was looking me directly in the eyes. I fell backwards and she continued to watch me. Did she see me? How could she see me?! I was still invisible, right? I checked around me. Yep, definitely invisible.
She was still staring at me. I began to panic, she had just caught me staring at her intently. Just as I was about to say something, she looked away. Maybe she hadn’t seen me…I watched her with wide eyes. Her body twisted and she turned away from me. She was so…intriguing. I didn’t want to leave the room, her green eyes were burned into my vision. I knew that I would watch her all night long and follow her to school and watch some more. And I knew that I would stand by her constantly. Watching, like a guardian. And for some reason I knew that I, Sam, the ghost who’d been dead for almost fifty years, was in love with a living girl who I’d known for less than a week.
Hover cars.
My mother. She always hovered over me. Always.
What are you doing? Who are you talking to?
What’s the matter?
But everytime I answered it was nothing.
No one cared.
I’d dreamed, about and practiced, this maneuver, what must have been thousands of times before, but nothing could ever truly prepare you for the reality of being under fire. Shrapnel and gunfire seem to come from all directions, and in the midst of it all, I only had to hover over a small clearing, just three feet off the ground, in what can only be described as less than optimal weather conditions. But all of that is nothing when you stop to think that the lives of seven brave soldiers were dependent on it. My heart was absolutely beating faster than sound of the rotor spinning above.
Heavy dark uncomfortable intangible, sharp and cold, dense and suffocating, the chasm, bereft of feeling but loaded with antipathy, hovers.
He hovers over her watching every mouthful she takes. “Less!” He barks and she halves her mouthfuls. Her hands shake as she picks and chooses what and how much she eats. Everyday is the same. Her ribs are beginning to show. And that makes him pleased.
Feet from the ground, head in the clouds, you’re not here. You’re nowhere, really, because the world in your head isn’t anywhere. You’re hovering between nonexistent worlds.
This makes me want a hover craft…we are in the 21st century after all.
I feel like I’m hovering over my own body. Cheesy yes but true. Why are men so hurtful? Why aren’t the women they are with enough? I’m a friggin catch! Stop making me feel like I’m not good enough.
What the hell is a hover? Ah, hover- kind of like a lover. The lover makes simple and cryptic statements that hover over the other lover’s head. I think I’m flying right now.
The board hovered over the dusty grey ground, winter’s chill seeping up into the aching bones of his legs. He tried to maneuver around the tree, using his muscles and knees to do so, but the winter’s chill was too much and unfortunately, with his friends laughing at him, he hovered straight into the wooden oak before him. He hated this stupid game – hovering was not for him.
I hover. When I feel your touch, all I can do is hover. Hover over the land, the sky, the moon.
I hover when I feel your touch.
He was late and didn’t have time to think, much less put together a decent pair of matching clothes. An orange t-shirt and some weeks old, stained, and musty jeans laying on the ground. He jumped into his Nike MAGS and let them fasten, grabbed his hover board and was off. He got to the cafe and saw her from afar. His heart beat faster and faster. He combed his hair back quickly with hand and straightened his walk. Only feet away her sweet scent permeated the air. Suddenly complete darkness. He sits up to see a blinking alarm clock reading 3:30 A.M.. “Shit. Again? Really?”
He hovered over her, following her every move like a shadow. But in this case it wasn’t creepy. It wasn’t stalkerish. It was loving and kind. It was constant protection. It was comforting. Suddenly she didn’t know how she lived her without Him.
i hover over my own body as i sleep. i watch myself wake and move and go about my day. i say things that i don’t mean. i hold back what i want to say. i want to reach out and slap myself. but all i can do is float on by and let myself go.
I hover over her like a hungry wolf. Her slit is what I am about to devour. My mouth drools, her scent entices me to unleash my passion. I attack it with a frenzy. I crawl insidee with her, our sweat mixing, our fluids combining. I can never get enough.
my fingers hover above the keyboard for several minutes, which turns to hours and days before finally having the courage to plunk down everything that’s in my head.
old strange things big books and dusty covers and moths and waves and birds old birds and mountains deeply far off and blue
Floating above the abyss of my body, I count time in timetables, multiplying the twos and threes of you and me, coinciding in physical, metaphyscal, and spiritualistically. We render boundaries senseless, make nothing of all, your fanged being an incubus of my strength, my succor leaking like dripping pipes falling to ash in the corner of cellars left unchecked for ancient and aged wine. Why do I get to be the one to witness such insanity unfolding like pages pressed so close, against their will making origami hearts, torn asunder in the name of chaos theory>
the memories hover in this wide galaxy i call my home
inside my head
they beg for me to miss them
but your substitute is begging for me too
but you are a substitute to begin with
for the better of corse
i play games with you because i see through you
i know what you want
and i sometimes give in, not for you
for its the liqour that got me speaking
i know your game
its more fun to take it and fuck it up
than care for another typical
substitute
because if you knew, you’d know
i see more then a speak
i know more than you can figure out by reading me
but the truth is you don’t know me
which is the sweetest, saddest part
my heart belongs to the devil in disguise
cut her up and let her kiss your mind
you wont forget her
when she leaves it hurts worse everytime
but she knows i’m too faithful to forget
The door was slightly ajar, he couldn’t help but peer in. Soft pepper red locks fell across the crisp white pillows laid on the bed, and her fresh freckled face was peacefully asleep. He approached her cautiously, admiring her porcelain skin and long silky lashes. His hand hovered but for a moment over her rosey cheek, just as he was about to caress the milky skin, he thought better of it, backed out carefully and thought himself stupid that he could ever belong with someone like her.
the memories hover in this wide galaxy i call my home
inside my head
they beg for me to miss them
but your substitute is begging for me too
but your a substitute to begin with
my real love, true love
is unknown to me
for the better of corse
i play games with you because i see through you
i know what you want
and i sometimes give in, not for you
for its the liqour that got me speaking
i know your game
its more fun to take it and fuck it up
than care for another typical
substitute
because if you knew, you’d know
i see more then a speak
i know more than you can figure out by reading me
but the truth is you don’t know me
which is the sweetest, saddest part
my hands hover over the keyboard in uncertainty. these keys determine the fate of everything.
Cloud hovers over Tifa pretty much every waking moment.
“Cloud, will you pleasepleasePLEASE go stand somewhere else?” Tifa pleads desperately, setting down a bottle of whiskey down on the counter. “You’re giving me a migraine!”
To his credit, he put on an ashamed look as he walked away.
The plane hover over the airport for about twenty minutes before it made an attempt to land. This decision was base on the fact that someone had made a threat to blowup the plane if it had landed in country that was part of the training mission.
to hover over us like an angel
like a dream
watch the stars up close
ohh i wish for wings
for that endless veiw
too high for things to be in the way
right in the middle of the planes
not too high to lose self
not to low to be only one self
this ground is not for me to walk on
it is ment for me to hover over
All these thoughts just hover above my head – not really a part of my psyche and yet close enough that they are undeniably mine. I don’t know what to do about them. I could swat them away like little mosquitoes, but then, they don’t feed off of me so much as I feed off of them.
His face hovers above mine, I close my eyes and breath in. I know this is where I belong. My body reacts and I feel my pulse racing. He’s the one I want, I would give anything just to freeze these special moments we have. I kiss him, and the pressure of his kiss sends my heart racing and my mind spinning, it’s like a dream. I open my eyes, showing all of my vulnerability and whisper the very words that terrify me, “I love you,” and I feel tears spring into my eyes. The last time I had trusted a guy with those three little but powerful words I was destroyed and broken and used. I knew he was different, but I just had to get over what had been done to me first, and sadly, that might be a slow process. Yet, I could not fight this anymore; I decided to just give in…