I dance with my eyes closed.
I surround myself with balloons in my thoughts.
I am beautiful when my eyes are closed.
I am happy.
When I open my eyes the dream pops with the balloons.
I hate mirrors.
pshh. when people think of rockets they think of space ships. but not all rockets are that crazy in the technological sense. there are many types of miniature rockets that people build as a hobby, and launch them for fun.
a rocket is really high in the sky, can’t tell you what they look like cause iv’e never seen one? i’d like to fly high in one some day. :) that’d make me happy! <3
a rocket is really high in the sky, can’t tell you what they look like cause iv’e never seen one? i’d like to fly high in one some day. :) that’d make me happy! <3
“Blast” is the first thing that comes to mind. Blasting off into the stratosphere, strapped to a sturdy rocket, its tumultuous roar of gasoline providing the propulsion you need to reach high into the sky. But then it runs out. What then?
Like a rocket she was up and running, running from the future she’d signed herself away to. it is so hard to tell what one will want in some time in the future- and she’d guessed all wrong. what is there to do now but ride the currents
I love rockets the fire and the burning of the rockets the feeling that fiery sparkling touch and the way they fill they night time sky everything about them screams joy impulsion and love ev
rocket towards the sky, oh gosh i can’t wait
in that rocket i must go, what is my destination? its all fate
i shall go zooming pasts the stars and towards my dreams
i shall reach for the moon because it might be closer then it seems.
cheers to all who rocket, cheers to all who dream
i hope your dreams are closer then it seems
cheers to hope cheers to moon cheers to stars
i hope your rocket may take you far :)
i took a rocket ship and tried to escape.
it was harder than i thought
i flew so far away from here
yet it still stuck with me
i cannot escape the problem
the problem i thought was you
was inside me all along.
rocket? To the moon or around my mind? Which is more comprehensible to me? I find my mind to be the larger distance around! The endless stretch from end to end. From desperation to bliss!
Rocket, soar fly high above the sky. High above the mountains above the souls and farther than thee eye can see. Beyond thinking, beyond feeling, high into the sky, into emotion and symbolism.
The rocket, was about to be shot into space. I sat here, anticipating, watching. waiting. As it zoomed passed me, i felt the fire heat my face as it shot passed. As it disappeared into the sky, passed the clouds; until it could be seen no more.
rocket ships always remind me of a penis…..without fail. The odd thing is I am a girl, but I’m extremely perverted. It isn’t really accepted in public. oh well.
There are many types of rockets in the world and they take you to many places. In 1969 the men finally landed on the moon and I think Neil Armstrong was one of them. They took a video of themselves putting up the flag and stuff. They used a wire hanger to do it.
He sat down and stared at the rocket launcher he just unwrapped. He couldn’t believe his parents actually bought it for him! He couldn’t wait to run outside and play with it. Unfortunately it had snowed to much this winter, and he hasn’t be allowed outside in two weeks.
rockets are so incredible they shoot out of the earth and sore into the amazing universe searching for new life ad wonderful discoveries how can we ignore the sciences of space and rockets it is impossible to let it go and ignore
My rocket shoots like a star through the atmosphere. I ride it through the Universe as though there was nothing in my way. I can reach unimaginable heights when I dream on my rocket. I travel forever through this space.
as the rocket blasted off, i wondered if i hadn’t seen apollo 13 one too many times. then again, my dream of being an astronaut would never be crushed. sitting in front of the television, i realized that that was not the way to go about accomplishing it.
I had a rocket in high school. It was made of 2 liter coke bottles. We would go shoot them off during physics, see how far they went. We tried to see who made the best one.
you already gave me this word, silly. but i spoke about how rockets make me think of cornfields, and then about the i before e except after c thing. this association has already been made, so i had to forgo the “don’t think. just write.” rule. please forgive me. my friend is now on this site, next to me, and i am obsessing over if she is going to get this word.
i wish i could travel space. haha i know it’ll never happen in a million years, but just to be out inn space in the silence amongst the stars sounds incredible. just to experience life in an entirely different way. sigh i wish i could just get out of here sometimes. be able to let go of all of my bitterness and start fresh. i wonder if i would make the same mistakes. be just as selfish. be just as naive. i wish i could start over knowing what i know today.
Rumble rocked runs fast. Rumble rocket stalls.
Rumble rocket rocks your world. Rumble rocket falls.
Oh rumble rocket fly me away.
Oh rumble rocket make me stay.
Oh rumble rocket.
Take me to the stars and leave me there.
I glimmer in your eye and a dying flare.
explode. fire. to the sky. to infinity and beyond. not. how it goes. it’s a bird, it’s a plane…shut the hell up. where are we going? when and where? let’s fly.
i imagine myself onboard and it would be awesome. to be like one with the stars and the universe will be the greatest thing that would ever happen to me.
I’ve never seen a rocket — not in real life. I’ve tried imagining the inside of one, but mostly I’m just stuck with images from The Simpsons: flying ants and crisps.
flying past my heart beat, breaking away at the speed of love…do you tremble against the night of my sky? This journey can’t be a lie; if it is I might just die in the cold spaces inside that zooming tin can, flying past, beyond, beholding within a stale infinity, my heart beat.
astronaut boy is not like other boys. he lives next door. he plays in the creek. he has a dog named daisy. he is secretly gay. he has a crush on matt. matt is sweet and has a girlfriend in new york.
in a rocket ship there is an astronaut, his name is harvey. he likes to fly in the rocket and visit stars where some of his relatives live. his aunt lives on a particular star that he is visiting today. when he gets there his
A blast, and the engine is a firey-red. I hold the edges and take flight. Fury, space, time, matter, love, life, creativity – burning inside the steel frame of my rocket.
“Pshwing! Fwaaa!” The toddler made imaginary explosion noises as the toy rocket zoomed around in his hand. His mother watched from a distance, holding in her tears of sadness…
I dance with my eyes closed.
I surround myself with balloons in my thoughts.
I am beautiful when my eyes are closed.
I am happy.
When I open my eyes the dream pops with the balloons.
I hate mirrors.
pshh. when people think of rockets they think of space ships. but not all rockets are that crazy in the technological sense. there are many types of miniature rockets that people build as a hobby, and launch them for fun.
a rocket is really high in the sky, can’t tell you what they look like cause iv’e never seen one? i’d like to fly high in one some day. :) that’d make me happy! <3
a rocket is really high in the sky, can’t tell you what they look like cause iv’e never seen one? i’d like to fly high in one some day. :) that’d make me happy! <3
missile; the vehicle for launching satellites; also fireworks of sparklers for celebration.
“Blast” is the first thing that comes to mind. Blasting off into the stratosphere, strapped to a sturdy rocket, its tumultuous roar of gasoline providing the propulsion you need to reach high into the sky. But then it runs out. What then?
Like a rocket she was up and running, running from the future she’d signed herself away to. it is so hard to tell what one will want in some time in the future- and she’d guessed all wrong. what is there to do now but ride the currents
blow me away.
take me up into outer-space
like you were a rocket.
We might find the moon,
or come crashing back
to the reality of it all.
I love rockets the fire and the burning of the rockets the feeling that fiery sparkling touch and the way they fill they night time sky everything about them screams joy impulsion and love ev
rocket towards the sky, oh gosh i can’t wait
in that rocket i must go, what is my destination? its all fate
i shall go zooming pasts the stars and towards my dreams
i shall reach for the moon because it might be closer then it seems.
cheers to all who rocket, cheers to all who dream
i hope your dreams are closer then it seems
cheers to hope cheers to moon cheers to stars
i hope your rocket may take you far :)
i took a rocket ship and tried to escape.
it was harder than i thought
i flew so far away from here
yet it still stuck with me
i cannot escape the problem
the problem i thought was you
was inside me all along.
Go rocket go. Fly into space. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Go far. Dream big. Dream fast. Godspeed.
rocket? To the moon or around my mind? Which is more comprehensible to me? I find my mind to be the larger distance around! The endless stretch from end to end. From desperation to bliss!
let’s take a rocket to the moon
even if we miss,
we’ll land among the stars
someone else said that,
i’m just plagiarizing. NBD :)
Rocket, soar fly high above the sky. High above the mountains above the souls and farther than thee eye can see. Beyond thinking, beyond feeling, high into the sky, into emotion and symbolism.
The rocket, was about to be shot into space. I sat here, anticipating, watching. waiting. As it zoomed passed me, i felt the fire heat my face as it shot passed. As it disappeared into the sky, passed the clouds; until it could be seen no more.
Rocket man was playing playing in car as the cop put him handcuffed into the backseat. Elton John. Shit,now he was worried.
rocket ships always remind me of a penis…..without fail. The odd thing is I am a girl, but I’m extremely perverted. It isn’t really accepted in public. oh well.
There are many types of rockets in the world and they take you to many places. In 1969 the men finally landed on the moon and I think Neil Armstrong was one of them. They took a video of themselves putting up the flag and stuff. They used a wire hanger to do it.
He sat down and stared at the rocket launcher he just unwrapped. He couldn’t believe his parents actually bought it for him! He couldn’t wait to run outside and play with it. Unfortunately it had snowed to much this winter, and he hasn’t be allowed outside in two weeks.
rockets are so incredible they shoot out of the earth and sore into the amazing universe searching for new life ad wonderful discoveries how can we ignore the sciences of space and rockets it is impossible to let it go and ignore
My rocket shoots like a star through the atmosphere. I ride it through the Universe as though there was nothing in my way. I can reach unimaginable heights when I dream on my rocket. I travel forever through this space.
as the rocket blasted off, i wondered if i hadn’t seen apollo 13 one too many times. then again, my dream of being an astronaut would never be crushed. sitting in front of the television, i realized that that was not the way to go about accomplishing it.
it goes up past the limit. past the boundaries of the earth. into space. it gets fueled and it leaves behind a lot of smoke.
she was a rocket, forever aiming for the stars. but her engines were broken, and she never made it past the clouds.
I had a rocket in high school. It was made of 2 liter coke bottles. We would go shoot them off during physics, see how far they went. We tried to see who made the best one.
you already gave me this word, silly. but i spoke about how rockets make me think of cornfields, and then about the i before e except after c thing. this association has already been made, so i had to forgo the “don’t think. just write.” rule. please forgive me. my friend is now on this site, next to me, and i am obsessing over if she is going to get this word.
i wish i could travel space. haha i know it’ll never happen in a million years, but just to be out inn space in the silence amongst the stars sounds incredible. just to experience life in an entirely different way. sigh i wish i could just get out of here sometimes. be able to let go of all of my bitterness and start fresh. i wonder if i would make the same mistakes. be just as selfish. be just as naive. i wish i could start over knowing what i know today.
Rumble rocked runs fast. Rumble rocket stalls.
Rumble rocket rocks your world. Rumble rocket falls.
Oh rumble rocket fly me away.
Oh rumble rocket make me stay.
Oh rumble rocket.
Take me to the stars and leave me there.
I glimmer in your eye and a dying flare.
rockets take people to new places. new places are scary. new places can be good.
explode. fire. to the sky. to infinity and beyond. not. how it goes. it’s a bird, it’s a plane…shut the hell up. where are we going? when and where? let’s fly.
It flies through the air; at the speed of light. Who knows who is inside? What a mystery we shall say. And mysteries are life’s greatest gift.
i imagine myself onboard and it would be awesome. to be like one with the stars and the universe will be the greatest thing that would ever happen to me.
I’ve never seen a rocket — not in real life. I’ve tried imagining the inside of one, but mostly I’m just stuck with images from The Simpsons: flying ants and crisps.
She shot into the sky like a rocket, desperation fueling her rise past silvery clouds. Wings had never moved so fast on a angel.
flying past my heart beat, breaking away at the speed of love…do you tremble against the night of my sky? This journey can’t be a lie; if it is I might just die in the cold spaces inside that zooming tin can, flying past, beyond, beholding within a stale infinity, my heart beat.
astronaut boy is not like other boys. he lives next door. he plays in the creek. he has a dog named daisy. he is secretly gay. he has a crush on matt. matt is sweet and has a girlfriend in new york.
in a rocket ship there is an astronaut, his name is harvey. he likes to fly in the rocket and visit stars where some of his relatives live. his aunt lives on a particular star that he is visiting today. when he gets there his
A blast, and the engine is a firey-red. I hold the edges and take flight. Fury, space, time, matter, love, life, creativity – burning inside the steel frame of my rocket.
“Pshwing! Fwaaa!” The toddler made imaginary explosion noises as the toy rocket zoomed around in his hand. His mother watched from a distance, holding in her tears of sadness…