Always more fun in your mind than they are in real life. Difficult to get off the ground and even harder to keep there. Though kite surfing looks fun. I wanted to do it once but they said I was too light
Its a childhood memory. A beatiful object that takes flight.
Soaring up in the sky it tells us about our limitless potential.
Makes us believe in dreams and the fact that we can attain them
How long can the kite fly before it falls?
As long as the wind stays up.
How long will the wind stay up?
As long as there’s an Earth.
How long will there be Earth?
Kites reach further than my imagination can take me. But why is it that thier string always gets tangled in something, as if the object is jealous of its potential height?
up, up an away…. it’s my dream to fly a kite with someone. not necessarily the one i love but someone really special. there’s a certain awe when i see a kite flying. i want to know who’s flying the kite and what made him fly one.
I remember when I use to fly kites in the park wen I was younger in SD. It was always with my dad. He liked doing those kind of things. He liked making things &having us use em. I guess it was his past time. It’s one of those memories as a child that I actually enjoyed. My mom wasn’t in to the whole kite thing. I always had a hard time making em fly. My dad would always start it for me &once in the sky, he’d let me hold it myself. Weird, I don’t really talk about my dad much. Makes me thing of other positive memories I had with him. Like playing sports &stuff.
The tail streaming behind it, my dragon kite flight caught an updraft between the smoke-stained brick chimneys in the alley behind my apartment building. The kite soared up until it got tangled with the clothes line from Mrs. Johnson’s kitchen window ledge.
the wind was blowing crazy today. i drove past the park and a kid was flying a kite. i haven’t seen a child at the park in ages. for all i know they all stay cooped up indoors watching television and roaming the internet. but this little girl was at the park with the biggest smile on her face chasing the kite around the sky. i thought it was the sweetest thing until it dawned on me…where are these girl’s parents??
tessa flew her kite the other day… i wasnt there but i heard all about it. I wish i could have seen it—it always seems to be the simple things that bring her the greatest joy… i wish i could be happy like that. i wish thats all it took.
i used to fly them with my brothers at the beach. my dad took us there one day but he really just wanted to go so he could waste money at the casino. i remember playing on the beach all alone at night. nobody knew where i was. my dad was drunk. my mom was crying.
Kites. I love kites. They fly and flutter up high in the sky. Wind pushes them. Imagination makes them into dragons and airplanes. We love kites. Kites aren’t only for kids. The kite. How i love the kite that flies so high.
Kites are big and colorful and are flown in the sky, they are often referred to when people get high, con notating, being high as a kite.
Kites are usually flown by small children, i HAVEN’T FLOWN A KITE IN YEARS I BOUGHT A KITE IN AUSTRALIA but my housemate who was fucking a guy who was cheating on his girlfriend took the kites and broke it
I sat back in the lush green grass watching him keep the kite in the air. He looked so happy, happier than I’d ever seen him. How lucky was I to have him finally? To say I loved him with all my heart? I hoped for more of these moments with him.
spooling away on a string into the sky it goes a diamond of silk or paper or fabric against the sky going and soaring and the string stretching and vibrating until it snaps and its gone for good, disappearing into the blue blue above
The kite high up is a dismal sight when I look below the crashing waves this stream I flow goes no where like the kite endlessly aimlessly floating on, my words go, hoover and float on.
You are so beautiful. You are so far above me, I can’t understand why you will return to me. So many beautiful colors and motions in the sky, carried on the breath of the trees. you are so high above me. Kite.
Kites represent being hopeful and optimistic about life. Seeing kites make me so happy. B and I flew kites at Mission Beach over spring break and it was so fun. They make me think that everything is going to be great.
child takes it and flies with it softly among the green pastures as the birds sing above and lie quietly under the brushed leaves tickling her nose and the light oh the light shines sprouts from the green and the fog descends as the kite disappears into the sky
It was flying above the clouds, happy as only a kite can be. I couldn’t understand how anyone could ever think that being a kite wasn’t the best thing in the world. What would I give to fly up there carelessly above and beyond the rest? To be truly and utterly free.
I had a kite when i was little. I liked to fly it everyday the sun shone. No matter how windy it was, I loved flying my little kite. It was red and blue. For American the only place that i knew to call my home.
there we go. away again. separating, dividing our lives from one another. its a terrible thing: distance. who would think an intangible thing can be so miserable
let’s go ride and fly–high–
the way you should be
the way the world should always be looking at you
cursing from a distance
strumming along like blow-jobs and
candy-canes
i love them both
forever and ever
I have never understood the thing about kites and why they are important people always try to make them out to be so fun and special but really you are holding string and running and that sounds exhausting….
go fly a kite. thats one of those not-anymore-so ubiquitous sayings to tell people to, ig uess, buzz off. however…flying a kite is fun, so why would i want to tell someone i didnt like to go do something I enjoy? how bout, I’lll go fly the kite, you can get out of my sight
Always more fun in your mind than they are in real life. Difficult to get off the ground and even harder to keep there. Though kite surfing looks fun. I wanted to do it once but they said I was too light
flying free up above safe. wind blowing fun children happy. colorful and wild. windblown.
Its a childhood memory. A beatiful object that takes flight.
Soaring up in the sky it tells us about our limitless potential.
Makes us believe in dreams and the fact that we can attain them
How long can the kite fly before it falls?
As long as the wind stays up.
How long will the wind stay up?
As long as there’s an Earth.
How long will there be Earth?
Kites reach further than my imagination can take me. But why is it that thier string always gets tangled in something, as if the object is jealous of its potential height?
up, up an away…. it’s my dream to fly a kite with someone. not necessarily the one i love but someone really special. there’s a certain awe when i see a kite flying. i want to know who’s flying the kite and what made him fly one.
the sky is rich
dark and deep like
the ocean.
my kite rips through
like teeth in soft bread.
I remember when I use to fly kites in the park wen I was younger in SD. It was always with my dad. He liked doing those kind of things. He liked making things &having us use em. I guess it was his past time. It’s one of those memories as a child that I actually enjoyed. My mom wasn’t in to the whole kite thing. I always had a hard time making em fly. My dad would always start it for me &once in the sky, he’d let me hold it myself. Weird, I don’t really talk about my dad much. Makes me thing of other positive memories I had with him. Like playing sports &stuff.
The tail streaming behind it, my dragon kite flight caught an updraft between the smoke-stained brick chimneys in the alley behind my apartment building. The kite soared up until it got tangled with the clothes line from Mrs. Johnson’s kitchen window ledge.
the wind was blowing crazy today. i drove past the park and a kid was flying a kite. i haven’t seen a child at the park in ages. for all i know they all stay cooped up indoors watching television and roaming the internet. but this little girl was at the park with the biggest smile on her face chasing the kite around the sky. i thought it was the sweetest thing until it dawned on me…where are these girl’s parents??
tessa flew her kite the other day… i wasnt there but i heard all about it. I wish i could have seen it—it always seems to be the simple things that bring her the greatest joy… i wish i could be happy like that. i wish thats all it took.
i used to fly them with my brothers at the beach. my dad took us there one day but he really just wanted to go so he could waste money at the casino. i remember playing on the beach all alone at night. nobody knew where i was. my dad was drunk. my mom was crying.
Kites. I love kites. They fly and flutter up high in the sky. Wind pushes them. Imagination makes them into dragons and airplanes. We love kites. Kites aren’t only for kids. The kite. How i love the kite that flies so high.
Kites are big and colorful and are flown in the sky, they are often referred to when people get high, con notating, being high as a kite.
Kites are usually flown by small children, i HAVEN’T FLOWN A KITE IN YEARS I BOUGHT A KITE IN AUSTRALIA but my housemate who was fucking a guy who was cheating on his girlfriend took the kites and broke it
I sat back in the lush green grass watching him keep the kite in the air. He looked so happy, happier than I’d ever seen him. How lucky was I to have him finally? To say I loved him with all my heart? I hoped for more of these moments with him.
spooling away on a string into the sky it goes a diamond of silk or paper or fabric against the sky going and soaring and the string stretching and vibrating until it snaps and its gone for good, disappearing into the blue blue above
The kite high up is a dismal sight when I look below the crashing waves this stream I flow goes no where like the kite endlessly aimlessly floating on, my words go, hoover and float on.
I flew a kite. It got stuck in a tree. The solution was easy to see. I climbed the tree and scraped my knee. The kite was fine. I took my time.
benjermin franklin days at the beach yellow sand triangles bule red right shite might blank blank blank not particularaly interesting…………….kite.
You are so beautiful. You are so far above me, I can’t understand why you will return to me. So many beautiful colors and motions in the sky, carried on the breath of the trees. you are so high above me. Kite.
fly high so high up sky nest picture dad daughter wind up away string mouth people life grass air fire they love
Kites represent being hopeful and optimistic about life. Seeing kites make me so happy. B and I flew kites at Mission Beach over spring break and it was so fun. They make me think that everything is going to be great.
You fly high above me, beautiful colors attached to a string. The wind takes you away, but inevitably you’ll return to me. Kite.
A bright day. A bright glorious day I fly. I fly high above the sky. In the wind I soar. To the sky and beyond.
There’s something in the sky, like a childhood it floats into the wind untill it is captured by the trees of adulthood. farewell.
gimme a kite and let me
take a ride in a
fighting frightful–
longing sex
longing longing longing
to be sane once again
never comes easy
…these days
child takes it and flies with it softly among the green pastures as the birds sing above and lie quietly under the brushed leaves tickling her nose and the light oh the light shines sprouts from the green and the fog descends as the kite disappears into the sky
It was flying above the clouds, happy as only a kite can be. I couldn’t understand how anyone could ever think that being a kite wasn’t the best thing in the world. What would I give to fly up there carelessly above and beyond the rest? To be truly and utterly free.
I had a kite when i was little. I liked to fly it everyday the sun shone. No matter how windy it was, I loved flying my little kite. It was red and blue. For American the only place that i knew to call my home.
there we go. away again. separating, dividing our lives from one another. its a terrible thing: distance. who would think an intangible thing can be so miserable
flying high in the sky, I looked at him with his trembling fingers grasping his throat. “Don’t kill me,” he choked out.
let’s go ride and fly–high–
the way you should be
the way the world should always be looking at you
cursing from a distance
strumming along like blow-jobs and
candy-canes
i love them both
forever and ever
fun thrilling free colorful enlightening conrol beach sand sun water
The kite flew away, leaving me along on the ground. Along with John. john and I Had known each other for along time.
I have never understood the thing about kites and why they are important people always try to make them out to be so fun and special but really you are holding string and running and that sounds exhausting….
swooping and soaring, happiness as a child. sadness when it wouldnt fly. sunny days. sand in my toes. the beach. flying
700 kites flying high in the sky. rising, looping, darting, falling, going forever, free as can be.
The kite flew over the boy’s head,
like his mother,
and a warm fire in the winter,
reading a book to him.
She read every word
like it was gold.
The kite fluttered over the sky
and was translucent,
but protected him
so far above.
The billowing breeze, winding its way through the strings. Caressing each stretch and curve of the kites legs before continuing on, and away.
go fly a kite. thats one of those not-anymore-so ubiquitous sayings to tell people to, ig uess, buzz off. however…flying a kite is fun, so why would i want to tell someone i didnt like to go do something I enjoy? how bout, I’lll go fly the kite, you can get out of my sight