She’s drifting it through the air -a sort of starkly red parasol, as it flutters above. It’s not keeping out the sun -no, it is what lets the sun in. To her, it is an escape, a means of survival.
it flys in the wind and it very colorful great for use on sunny days and windy but not to windy it just blows away it can be cool looking with barney or anything fun on it , its funt to play with i guess and it its a diamon shape and it looks cool.
i wished that my kite flew higher. The breeze kept knocking it down and i was afraid that it would hit me on the head. That would be unfortunate. There it was, bobbing up and down, a yellow bubble of light for all the world to see.
I think that Kite is a geometrical term. Kinda crazy, no? There’s not such a thing as a diamond only a kite and a rhombus. Kites fly in the sky. Kids fly them. I had one when I was little but I don’t remember it very much. Grandma would fly it with me and things like that. I think it was pink. The string kept getting tangled.
the kite runner. i read it the summer before junior year for AP english. That class was sort of fun. I don’t miss high school at all though. College is a lot better, more motivating and more challenging. I love it and don’t want to go back.
i was flying high. down below the ground passed me in a ear deafening blur, i dove down with no actions of my own, getting closer and closer to the ground, prepared for the impact, closed my eyes…a sensation of butterflies in my tummy and when i opened my eyes i saw the sun shining on a clear blue sky again
I’ll go fly a kite, up, to the highest cloud. I’ll go fly a kite and live in Paris. If the time is right, then I won’t regret. Let’s go fly a kite and live forever. Forever and ever. And happy, always.
I never had a kite when I was growing up but I wish I did. Probably because I didn’t have a father to teach me how to fly it. If I ever have a child the forst thing I;ll do it fly a kite with them.
i still have a kite from like 5 years ago i fly my kite it flys high i let go and i say bye it touches the space it is in a race with the solaar system
I already got this word. It’s interesting that the words repeat themselves. In the system and in my head. When I first saw this I instantly considered retyping what I had written, but than I was like no…. i dont want to do that.
Flying kites. I see them dot the sky, their ribbons trailing behind them. I remember when I flew kites. That was before you died. I remember how the sky was blue, and not the sickly shade of green it is now.
It’s such a beautiful day. Warm, sunny, breezy. Perfect kite-flying weather. But I’m sitting in this sterile [though, probably germ-infested] room in the library, studying the physics of how kites fly.
He made it with sticks and his mom’s old bedsheet. He found the scissors in the kitchen drawer, the Yarn in his mother’s sewing room. No one was around that saturday but the wind. And as he placed the sticks into an X and wrapped yarn around the end, he knew he didn’t need anything else.
kite, flying high, catching fire from the lighting, burning, everything burning, ashes everywhere, burning to the ground ashes all around, dark figures emerge, astounding handsome, dreamy, fly and crash, kites are ment to be brought down from the sky, colors are dre
It was the first of May. It was my last chance. After this, I would go home and that would be it. Today, I would fly on the glider, my own person kite wings, or I would leave for home and never leave the ground.
When I was young I got a kite for my birthday. It was Chinese, it looked like a fish and I loved it. I found it again the other day, resting on top of my shelf. It was still in it’s pretty little box. I took it out, the eyes fell off and the fins as well. Not so pretty anymore.
I bought steve a kite for his birthday because it had batman on it.
i dont think he’ll fly it.
but he knows i love him.
and he told me he loved it because he loves me.
and i love him.
Blow kite blow. You’ve got nothing better to do except float in the air. I am jealous of you, I really am. I wish I could be so free. Then again, you’re tethered. You can never really go anywhere because you’re anchored to the ground.
I’ve never flown one. Why would I? And I couldn’t if I wanted to because it’s been raining nonstop lately in my neck of the woods. Actually, I think I do want to fly one. Kids are supposed to do it when they’re younger, so why not start now?
I’ve never really flown a kite except for one time when i visited the beach with my family. My uncle is apparently a big kite enthusiasts because he pretty much took it from me.
Oh yeah this is appropriate, except WoW ruined the definition of “kite” for me. It now is associated with making huge ass monsters follow you somewhere that’s more suitable to kill them.
I flew a kite one day. It was speckled; a coruscant blue panoply of colors within the canvas it was set. A lot of the times it seems typical, a kite in the sky. Personally I cut mine up a long time ago. But overall it’s the meaning that counts, what those colors symbolize to the whimsical children that make them go afloat.
I tugged a little on the string, watching the kite bob about in the sky. A giddy laugh bubbled out of my throat – for the first time in a long time, I felt happy. I was having fun. He sat on the grass not too far away, watching me and smiling at me. If I was happy, then so was he.
A kite blew in the wind, it was four colors. Blue, red, green, and yellow. Simple, basic colors, ones you find in a crayon box. Like the one you used in kindergarten.
kites are pretty cool
i haven’t flown one in years
i was watching a kid flying one the other day
and i really wanted to fly one too
but i don’t have a kite
so i guess i’ll have to buy one then.
Flying high in the gray sky lit by car lights. It was windy so his father took him to the giant lot across from his house and lit the car lights so he could see. It was comforting for the father to watch his son be happy and trying as hard as he could get that kite to fly into the heavens.
The bright green kite hit the grass after a short and unsteady flight. Harrison picked it up and, grinning, said to his son, “Go on. Start running. Fast”
She’s drifting it through the air -a sort of starkly red parasol, as it flutters above. It’s not keeping out the sun -no, it is what lets the sun in. To her, it is an escape, a means of survival.
it flys in the wind and it very colorful great for use on sunny days and windy but not to windy it just blows away it can be cool looking with barney or anything fun on it , its funt to play with i guess and it its a diamon shape and it looks cool.
my kite is a sun
it brings me heat
when your basilisk heart
doesn’t.
i wish i had a better
lover than a kite
but unfortunately,
its the only thing that
gives me hope.
i wished that my kite flew higher. The breeze kept knocking it down and i was afraid that it would hit me on the head. That would be unfortunate. There it was, bobbing up and down, a yellow bubble of light for all the world to see.
I think that Kite is a geometrical term. Kinda crazy, no? There’s not such a thing as a diamond only a kite and a rhombus. Kites fly in the sky. Kids fly them. I had one when I was little but I don’t remember it very much. Grandma would fly it with me and things like that. I think it was pink. The string kept getting tangled.
Kites make you look up and notice how little you are, and how blue the sky can be.
Lets go fly a kite..
Of a hill and far away…..
I never want to see you again.
Don’t come drifting back…..
I will have already past…..
fly out of my life today.
It’s summer and it’s windy, it’s always windy here. Maybe I should just get used to that, but it’s not like I’ve really had a say in it.
the kite was stuck in the tree.
“what now?”
i glanced back at my younger brother and shrugged.
“let’s just hope for a miracle”
the kite runner. i read it the summer before junior year for AP english. That class was sort of fun. I don’t miss high school at all though. College is a lot better, more motivating and more challenging. I love it and don’t want to go back.
i was flying high. down below the ground passed me in a ear deafening blur, i dove down with no actions of my own, getting closer and closer to the ground, prepared for the impact, closed my eyes…a sensation of butterflies in my tummy and when i opened my eyes i saw the sun shining on a clear blue sky again
I’ll go fly a kite, up, to the highest cloud. I’ll go fly a kite and live in Paris. If the time is right, then I won’t regret. Let’s go fly a kite and live forever. Forever and ever. And happy, always.
flying. without a care.
I never had a kite when I was growing up but I wish I did. Probably because I didn’t have a father to teach me how to fly it. If I ever have a child the forst thing I;ll do it fly a kite with them.
i still have a kite from like 5 years ago i fly my kite it flys high i let go and i say bye it touches the space it is in a race with the solaar system
I already got this word. It’s interesting that the words repeat themselves. In the system and in my head. When I first saw this I instantly considered retyping what I had written, but than I was like no…. i dont want to do that.
Free-flowing, in the sky. Weightless. Beautiful, graceful, what more is there to say?
Flying kites. I see them dot the sky, their ribbons trailing behind them. I remember when I flew kites. That was before you died. I remember how the sky was blue, and not the sickly shade of green it is now.
Every time I see the word Kite, I hear that Disney song in my head, “Let’s Fly a Kite”.
It’s such a beautiful day. Warm, sunny, breezy. Perfect kite-flying weather. But I’m sitting in this sterile [though, probably germ-infested] room in the library, studying the physics of how kites fly.
He made it with sticks and his mom’s old bedsheet. He found the scissors in the kitchen drawer, the Yarn in his mother’s sewing room. No one was around that saturday but the wind. And as he placed the sticks into an X and wrapped yarn around the end, he knew he didn’t need anything else.
its color hi wind new a nce day I see you fly free hi clouds more kites arrownd object of plaful nature.
kite, flying high, catching fire from the lighting, burning, everything burning, ashes everywhere, burning to the ground ashes all around, dark figures emerge, astounding handsome, dreamy, fly and crash, kites are ment to be brought down from the sky, colors are dre
It was the first of May. It was my last chance. After this, I would go home and that would be it. Today, I would fly on the glider, my own person kite wings, or I would leave for home and never leave the ground.
it’s windy,
they fly kites.
paper kites.
golden paper kites.
golden paper kites with kitty cats on them.
When I was young I got a kite for my birthday. It was Chinese, it looked like a fish and I loved it. I found it again the other day, resting on top of my shelf. It was still in it’s pretty little box. I took it out, the eyes fell off and the fins as well. Not so pretty anymore.
I bought steve a kite for his birthday because it had batman on it.
i dont think he’ll fly it.
but he knows i love him.
and he told me he loved it because he loves me.
and i love him.
Blow kite blow. You’ve got nothing better to do except float in the air. I am jealous of you, I really am. I wish I could be so free. Then again, you’re tethered. You can never really go anywhere because you’re anchored to the ground.
Conrasting with the clouds an the blue sky, the homemade kite is taken up int the wind. My father and I are celebrating this June day.
I’ve never flown one. Why would I? And I couldn’t if I wanted to because it’s been raining nonstop lately in my neck of the woods. Actually, I think I do want to fly one. Kids are supposed to do it when they’re younger, so why not start now?
I’ve never really flown a kite except for one time when i visited the beach with my family. My uncle is apparently a big kite enthusiasts because he pretty much took it from me.
Oh yeah this is appropriate, except WoW ruined the definition of “kite” for me. It now is associated with making huge ass monsters follow you somewhere that’s more suitable to kill them.
I flew a kite one day. It was speckled; a coruscant blue panoply of colors within the canvas it was set. A lot of the times it seems typical, a kite in the sky. Personally I cut mine up a long time ago. But overall it’s the meaning that counts, what those colors symbolize to the whimsical children that make them go afloat.
I tugged a little on the string, watching the kite bob about in the sky. A giddy laugh bubbled out of my throat – for the first time in a long time, I felt happy. I was having fun. He sat on the grass not too far away, watching me and smiling at me. If I was happy, then so was he.
A kite blew in the wind, it was four colors. Blue, red, green, and yellow. Simple, basic colors, ones you find in a crayon box. Like the one you used in kindergarten.
kite kite there is no kite
only the dream of a kite
floating above my blue sky
into the white
into my dream
the kite is me
the kite is me
kites are pretty cool
i haven’t flown one in years
i was watching a kid flying one the other day
and i really wanted to fly one too
but i don’t have a kite
so i guess i’ll have to buy one then.
Flying high in the gray sky lit by car lights. It was windy so his father took him to the giant lot across from his house and lit the car lights so he could see. It was comforting for the father to watch his son be happy and trying as hard as he could get that kite to fly into the heavens.
the kite flew as high as it can on one windy day, and eventually blew away from the little boy holding it.
The bright green kite hit the grass after a short and unsteady flight. Harrison picked it up and, grinning, said to his son, “Go on. Start running. Fast”