i’m an astronaut but i’m not really. the little boy next door is and he told me about his trip. to the moon. it’s actually rainbow up close . i need to charge my computer. typos.
Man went to the moon in 1969. That’s, what, forty years ago? And yet we have made no progress since. Do we not have the drive? Or is it something else? How sad that we need to be goaded by the Soviets into making progress.
Rockets never interested Macy, at least not until she was offered the chance to ride in one. At first the thought of space travel had sounded insane, but as she gave it more thought she decided it may be nice to have a chance to start over new, in a place where no one knew her mistakes. So she swallowed what was left of her pride and signed herself up for the Intergalactic Space Organaization, more commonly known as the ISO.
Rockets never interested Macy, at least not until she was offered the chance to ride in one. At first the thought of space travel had sounded insane, but as she gave it more thought she decided it may be nice to have a chance to start over new, in a place where no one knew her mistakes. So she swallowed what was left of her pride and signed herself up for the Intergalactic Space Organaization, more commonly known as the ISO.
“I think there’s something wrong with the rockets,” he shouted, clanging up the spiraling stairs. “I’m going to take a look!”
“Get back down here, James,” she yelled back, frantically pressing buttons. “If something pops you’ll be cooked like a lobster!”
i feel nothing. i’m freeing my mind from all the troubles. i am escaping. to the blackest night you will ever see. the air is closing in around me. i close my eyes. i’m somewhere new.
I once wanted to build a rocket and fly away. then I realized there are much better things to do if I just stayed. Here I have love, life, and predictability. those are things not found in a rocket..
Cuz I’m a rocket man. rocket man, burning down my hjsfkjd. I cant remember the words. remember when that one shuttle in the 80s blew up taking off? that prob sucked.
Rocket blasts off! Did anyone read Ray Bradbury’s the Marian Chronicles? Lots of 50s rockets and great stories. Speaking of, since I’m enlisting, maybe I should be an Army aviator…I could be the first guy from Norristown to be blasted into outer space!
there is goes. i watch as history is made. my little boy. just a second ago two years old, playing with his brand new puppy, rover. now. oh now. just a day ago he was training to be a doctor. where did time go. how d end up here. him in the rocket. to the moon.
I watched the Rockett soar across the sky and placed my hand palm down over my brow to cover my eyes. I know now he was on the rocket to the moon, but at the time i just didnt understand that he was there, and that he as gone forever.
in my pocket, oh noes! I hope it doesn’t ignite or there I go. How did it get there? little aliens? Those itsy bastards. Check yours. No rocket? Guess they’re scared of me more. What? Nooooo, it’s not that you’re more important.
in my pocket, oh noes! I hope it doesn’t ignite or there I go. How did it get there? little aliens? Those itsy bastards. Check yours. No rocket? Guess they’re scared of me more. What? Nooooo, it’s not that you’re more important.
4th of July rockets are beautiful — they are red, blue, green, yellow and in the sky. 4th of July a wonderful time of the year to watch rockets. Everyone should like to see them in the sky.
a ship to the moon? or just a vehicle destined to disappoint us when we realize we’re not alone. then maybe we won’t be the big dogs on campus anymore. heaven forbid…
Flight pure,and beautiful,serene beyond all thing in a voiceless space where anything is possible. It is here that I can escape to create and building something never thought of before it is here I can find a world of my own.
A fast moving object that allows so much discovery in space. I am imagine flying, moving at increadible speeds and complete freedom. I am waiting for my rocket to come because I am a curbside prophet.
so there was this rocket…it was freaking AMAZING!! it had lazers and it was blue and and uhhh there was fire like boooommm!!and it flew at a gagillon miles per hour :D
I jumped on the rocket ship just before blast of and it shot itself into the atmosphere, leaving clouds of dust in its wake. It was amazing feeling, gravity being taken from you, pulled from your fingertips. I’d never been in a rocket ship before, but it felt just like an airplane. A fluttering feeling in my stomach presented itself and I felt my hand raise to my heart, to feel the pounding in my chest. It was exciting, watching the world I was once a part of move so far away, it felt like I was losing something, but It was still with me.
When I think of rockets, I think about how cool it is that they give us the ability to leave the world as we know it and enter the Cosmos. The ability to discover a new world. Awesome.
The rocket in the sky represented the shooting stars she had always wished upon as a child; the stars that would always be gone before the last words could fall from her lips, before the sky could be fully illuminated with their light.
It flew off, jetting, into the sky with a flare below that blinded the audience. They all stared in amazement until they realized, finally, that the small figure attached to its side was writhing in panic. “Michelle!!!” A man watching screamed, and the shriek echoed from the sky. They all began to panic in a swarming mass of chaos as the controllers scrambled, searching for some sort of button or switch to stop the rocket. Nothing was working. Finally, they discovered a control panel and cut off all services for the rocket. It plummeted back to earth after hours and hours, and they all crowded around it. Machinery was used to turn it over, revealing the rope which had tied the small girl to it. The rope traced to empty air; Michelle had disappeared.
I like rockets. Like the rocket slide at the park. It leaves you wishing you could sail to the moon. I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever travel that far in my lifetime. I don’t want to be stuck where I am now. It makes me unhappy to think of a life without adventure and new things.
I just had this one! Humhumhum. I’m just saying things that come into the top of my head. Oo, look! Rocket! It says Rocket! Rocketyrocketyrockety… Flight of the Conchords, dammit!
Rockets are cool. They fly really, really fast. And, like, into space. Wich is awesome. And infinite. They can be made to look like penises. Njehehehehe, penises….
When I was little, I wasn’t that different than anyone else. I wanted to be an astronaught. To this day, I feel like some of that desire has not left me. I tripped acid on the day before leaving the last day of my freshman year of college, and I could not help but rekindle my facination with the stars and beyond. What would it be like to be next to a star?
i’m an astronaut but i’m not really. the little boy next door is and he told me about his trip. to the moon. it’s actually rainbow up close . i need to charge my computer. typos.
exploding in space
devoid of remorse
clambering for attention
its all good
hold my hand
dreams pass and
i love you
Man went to the moon in 1969. That’s, what, forty years ago? And yet we have made no progress since. Do we not have the drive? Or is it something else? How sad that we need to be goaded by the Soviets into making progress.
Rockets never interested Macy, at least not until she was offered the chance to ride in one. At first the thought of space travel had sounded insane, but as she gave it more thought she decided it may be nice to have a chance to start over new, in a place where no one knew her mistakes. So she swallowed what was left of her pride and signed herself up for the Intergalactic Space Organaization, more commonly known as the ISO.
Rockets never interested Macy, at least not until she was offered the chance to ride in one. At first the thought of space travel had sounded insane, but as she gave it more thought she decided it may be nice to have a chance to start over new, in a place where no one knew her mistakes. So she swallowed what was left of her pride and signed herself up for the Intergalactic Space Organaization, more commonly known as the ISO.
“I think there’s something wrong with the rockets,” he shouted, clanging up the spiraling stairs. “I’m going to take a look!”
“Get back down here, James,” she yelled back, frantically pressing buttons. “If something pops you’ll be cooked like a lobster!”
in the sky with the stars and the moon. flying through the dark night its a mystery i would like to ride.
i feel nothing. i’m freeing my mind from all the troubles. i am escaping. to the blackest night you will ever see. the air is closing in around me. i close my eyes. i’m somewhere new.
I once wanted to build a rocket and fly away. then I realized there are much better things to do if I just stayed. Here I have love, life, and predictability. those are things not found in a rocket..
Cuz I’m a rocket man. rocket man, burning down my hjsfkjd. I cant remember the words. remember when that one shuttle in the 80s blew up taking off? that prob sucked.
Rocket blasts off! Did anyone read Ray Bradbury’s the Marian Chronicles? Lots of 50s rockets and great stories. Speaking of, since I’m enlisting, maybe I should be an Army aviator…I could be the first guy from Norristown to be blasted into outer space!
Before I go to bed, I pack and get ready to take the rocket off to dreamland.
air
thick and musty
trapped
lungs
collapse
rrrrrrocket
power the rrocket babyboy
time to flyflyhigh
on my rocketship
of hopes and dreams and
misdemeanors
keep breaking the law rrrrocketbaby
Rocket launchers littered the summer sky as Daphne and Lori huddled together. In a months time, they would be separated by college.
there is goes. i watch as history is made. my little boy. just a second ago two years old, playing with his brand new puppy, rover. now. oh now. just a day ago he was training to be a doctor. where did time go. how d end up here. him in the rocket. to the moon.
I watched the Rockett soar across the sky and placed my hand palm down over my brow to cover my eyes. I know now he was on the rocket to the moon, but at the time i just didnt understand that he was there, and that he as gone forever.
in my pocket, oh noes! I hope it doesn’t ignite or there I go. How did it get there? little aliens? Those itsy bastards. Check yours. No rocket? Guess they’re scared of me more. What? Nooooo, it’s not that you’re more important.
it’s like, this rocket, right, and i pumped it full of gas and gears and shit, and i tried really, really fucking hard, okay?
so when i lit it and the flame just didn’t fucking last and it fell fell fell back down
it was like the world exploded – redorangeyellowfailure thick in my gut like honey in water.
in my pocket, oh noes! I hope it doesn’t ignite or there I go. How did it get there? little aliens? Those itsy bastards. Check yours. No rocket? Guess they’re scared of me more. What? Nooooo, it’s not that you’re more important.
I had a rocket once. It took me to the moon and back. I lived. I loved. I met you and you became my rocket. You took me places. I lived. I loved.
the rocket in my pants. Just kidding theres no rocket. Im a girl, wearing a black skirt with a pocket on it, how peculiar is that? its not really.
4th of July rockets are beautiful — they are red, blue, green, yellow and in the sky. 4th of July a wonderful time of the year to watch rockets. Everyone should like to see them in the sky.
I´m a rocket! a powerful one. You can´t reach me, because you are too slow, that´s right my love. Don’t cry anymore, the sun will show you more.
a ship to the moon? or just a vehicle destined to disappoint us when we realize we’re not alone. then maybe we won’t be the big dogs on campus anymore. heaven forbid…
Flight pure,and beautiful,serene beyond all thing in a voiceless space where anything is possible. It is here that I can escape to create and building something never thought of before it is here I can find a world of my own.
A fast moving object that allows so much discovery in space. I am imagine flying, moving at increadible speeds and complete freedom. I am waiting for my rocket to come because I am a curbside prophet.
so there was this rocket…it was freaking AMAZING!! it had lazers and it was blue and and uhhh there was fire like boooommm!!and it flew at a gagillon miles per hour :D
I jumped on the rocket ship just before blast of and it shot itself into the atmosphere, leaving clouds of dust in its wake. It was amazing feeling, gravity being taken from you, pulled from your fingertips. I’d never been in a rocket ship before, but it felt just like an airplane. A fluttering feeling in my stomach presented itself and I felt my hand raise to my heart, to feel the pounding in my chest. It was exciting, watching the world I was once a part of move so far away, it felt like I was losing something, but It was still with me.
When I think of rockets, I think about how cool it is that they give us the ability to leave the world as we know it and enter the Cosmos. The ability to discover a new world. Awesome.
A man looked upwards at the giant shuttle, wondering whether or not he had left on his stove before entering it.
The resulting explosion upon the shuttle mirrored that of his own home, as both went up in a fiery blaze.
The rocket in the sky represented the shooting stars she had always wished upon as a child; the stars that would always be gone before the last words could fall from her lips, before the sky could be fully illuminated with their light.
fast, up into space, away from all the noise , peace and freedom. no pain or worry. love calm and wonder.
billowing smoke and rumbling skies
crisp blue tossed behind foreign whitesgraysreds
silence nears goodbye for now
It flew off, jetting, into the sky with a flare below that blinded the audience. They all stared in amazement until they realized, finally, that the small figure attached to its side was writhing in panic. “Michelle!!!” A man watching screamed, and the shriek echoed from the sky. They all began to panic in a swarming mass of chaos as the controllers scrambled, searching for some sort of button or switch to stop the rocket. Nothing was working. Finally, they discovered a control panel and cut off all services for the rocket. It plummeted back to earth after hours and hours, and they all crowded around it. Machinery was used to turn it over, revealing the rope which had tied the small girl to it. The rope traced to empty air; Michelle had disappeared.
I like rockets. Like the rocket slide at the park. It leaves you wishing you could sail to the moon. I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever travel that far in my lifetime. I don’t want to be stuck where I am now. It makes me unhappy to think of a life without adventure and new things.
I just had this one! Humhumhum. I’m just saying things that come into the top of my head. Oo, look! Rocket! It says Rocket! Rocketyrocketyrockety… Flight of the Conchords, dammit!
Rockets are cool. They fly really, really fast. And, like, into space. Wich is awesome. And infinite. They can be made to look like penises. Njehehehehe, penises….
When I was little, I wasn’t that different than anyone else. I wanted to be an astronaught. To this day, I feel like some of that desire has not left me. I tripped acid on the day before leaving the last day of my freshman year of college, and I could not help but rekindle my facination with the stars and beyond. What would it be like to be next to a star?
I am a rocket-man. There are stars in my pocket and light in my sleeves. My fuel carries me on.