The Maximum...Ride, That Is discussion

Entries for first competition!!!!!!!!
1 entry per person.
No voting for yourself.

Oh...

Flying

Flying, flying,
Such a feat.
Soaring above,
feeling sun's heat.

Flying, flying,
Just like a hawk.
We're all a family,
We're all a flock.

Flying, flying,
So unreal.
This is what
It is to feel.

Both are good!
At the end, there will be an poll to decide the winner.

Flying

Flying has become
A part of my very soul.
If I were to part
With my precious wings
I'd rather die!

My wings allow
Me to soar through the
High sky
As lofty as a bird
And ever so FREE!!

Free as a bird
In the clear,
High air
Next to the
Hot, hot sun
Which warms
My back
As I fly.

Flying is my freedom
To take it away
Would prove fatal
And such an act
Would only be seen
As "normal" not "obscene"
At the School
Where we all grew up,
In tiny dog crates.

Take away my flight
And you take away
What makes me ME!!

Poke...Poke... Emma, was mine good too?

I liked yours a lot!

thank you...I wrote that in about 10 minutes of watching NCIS.

:)

heck, in the past three months I have watched at least 122 hours of NCIS

Fly or Die

I have a choice
To either fly or die
Both are tempting
Which do I choose?
Fly or die, fly or die?
If I die there will be no more pain
If I die there will be no more fear
If I die there will be no more fighting
Fly or die, fly or die?
If I fly I will be free
If I fly I will be strong
If I fly I will survive
Fly or die, fly or die?
It is time to decide
I choose to fly
As I spread my wings and fly
I am not scared of pain
I am not scared of being afraid
I am not scared to fight
On the other hand though
I am scared of not being free
I am scared of not being strong
I am scared of not surviving
Fly or die, fly or die?
It is simple now
I will fly so I will not die
I will die to be able to fly
And I will surely die if I can fly no more
Fly or die, fly or die?

Amazing poem!

Thanks alot!

did you see mine? it's above.

Wow your's is good I like it

thanks *bashful face*

Yourz welcome

Do you think I have a talent for writing instant hit poems? (note that the one posted above was written in about 5 minutes)

5 mins? Heck yea that's really good for 5 minutes! I did mine just sitting here in like I think 10 minutes.

things flow into poems for me...tho I don't normally write poems

Same with me, I just have a way with words when I want them to sound good and have meaning. I don't write poems either but I am writing a story and I'm starting a sequel to it :D

I have the same way with words but when I try to write a story I can't make it flow in the same way...weird. I'm actually working on another (of my millions of ideas) of my stories now. Not going as planned. doesn't flow so good.

Yea some parts of my story flows really well and other parts are really choppy

I can write little paragraphs that sound really good, but writing a whole story crashes and burns every time.

Poems are much easier to write than stories. They have a certain flow almost like a song to them. All entries are really good.

Just take it one paragraph at a time then!!

that's really hard because connecting them doesn't work.

Oh true true

yeah, what Maddie said!

Hmmm...this is quite interesting....I feel like...writing one, but mine would suck...

write one! It might be the best; but you won't know if you don't write one!

Alrighty....its going to suck kind of, no matter what, and it wont have a format, but oh well...ill get on that...

free-verse! it's why it was invented!

Does it have to be a poem???

yeah...it says poem right?? I pop into poem quickly...

It actually says short story too...ill do that...I suck at poetry

whatever, do what u be good at!

Hmm...Stuck With The Title Part


Alright, so here I am.
Im flying, which, a lot of you cant say you're doing too, but you never know.
Where am I, you might ask?
What time is it, you might also ask?
Who am I with, you might say, nosily.
To answer those questions...
I cant give you specifics.
This is my story, about actually flying, anyways.
So, let me get started.
I might as well introduce myself...
Im No One You Know, please to meet you.

So, lets start again.
I'm up in the air, soaring gracefully through clouds. Its not a perfect setting for cruising in the awesomest fashion...
In fact, its pouring down rain, and I cant see squat.
But, we adapt, learn, dwell, continue, and most importantly, live on.

So,. the rain is falling in heavy droplets, soaking me through, down to the bone. Im justtrying to get to somewhere...anywhere at all, away from this.

What am I running from?
Myself.

A break in the clouds, an odd occurance. Everything is bright and beautiful, Mr. Sunshine greeting me for the first time in days. I resist the urge to wave, and slow my course down to about 100 miles an hour. I take the time to notice how thick the clouds are. They aare like...fluffy mashed potatoes...perfect and soft. I wanted to lie down, sleep a little, but when you are on the run from yourself...
You cant do that.

I push my hair back with my hand, sighing deeply. I loose track of time, speed, altitude, sense of direction. A big ass jet could be speeding my way, and I wouldn't have noticed.
Typical, and thats exactly what happened.

Daydream, for a second, and I think of what it would be like to NOT be me...perfect, actually.

Then...

"Ow?"

And thats the end. My search is over, and then...

Splat

Guess who's wings didn't save them this time?

That would be yours, truly.

mine is depressing...

interesting... tho it doesn't have the feel of a depressing story...it's abrupt

haha, I know...i wrote what I felt....since I have this odd sense of falling out of the sky, and going splat...and...its all over....the end.

interesting. SPLAT!

I love that part...teehee....

your like, colon or intestine would like combust and spew blood all over...

ew!!!!!!!!

and then your brains would empty out of your cracked skull....and probably melt...and then get liquidy...

ewy!!!!!!

sorry....but...it might...

let's pick a new topic!

alright, alright...

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