I couldn’t see auras anymore. I couldn’t see anything for that matter. The acid burned my eyes so badly that I couldn’t even feel my face. Well at least I still have hands, but no one likes it when “acid man” touches their face. It’s not contagious people, come on.
You’d think the site would be able to come up with a new word every day. This doesn’t lend it an aura of credibility. But who am I to complain about a free service that I enjoy using. What a jerk!?! My aura is probably pitch black. HA!!
His aura is a bright orange. I don’t remember what it means but it doesn’t matter because he looks bright and beautiful in orange. Just like the glint of his brown hair when the sun touches it. Orange was also his favorite fruit. I don’t get it. It’s a bit too tangy for me. But he likes them so much he ate a whole bowl last week.
the aura of aurora, halos around the streetlights lining the sidewalks, one outside the twenty four hour diner, another in front of the old movie house now home to some earth-worship cult.
Pins and needles up my spine, I am yours, you are mine. Breath on my cheek burns like a hot flame. Heart pounding in my chest, whose to blame? Your aura intoxicates me, and I can’t turn away. Your eyes pierce like knives, torturing every single day. Hours move like years, your voice invokes my fears. No happy endings to this story, just death for love and glory. You’re painful, but I’m drawn to you anyways. I try to stop, but my body never obeys.
There was an aura around the place that spelled.. bad news. There was never quite anything I could quite put my finger on. But it smelled of broken dreams.
She felt like pretty. Like everything you ever did didn’t matter anymore because she was there. And she was looking at you. Everything melted away until the only thing that existed was you, her, and aura.
the deep aura of awesomeness. It hovered around him. I like auras. They describe the sceen and make me feel foggy like the night. Pizza is could. It gives off good auras.
she was shining and burning and there was something about the aura that shone around her that frightened him beyond belief. He was scared of the pink and red and orange that seemed to seep thought her and into him. Sh was changing, becoming something new and scary and there was something he knew was radiating from her. She was light and new and spring.
There is an aura of complete haughtiness amongst this rooms patrons; if that were an aura of a sort, perhaps a more subjective one, depending on whom you were asking.
You were asking Isaac, whether you knew it or not, by reading this. He hardly knows that an aura pertains to the person in question, and not the person doing the questioning.
theres this aura around you whenever you walk into a room. its crazy to say that youre actually really shy but you have this way with people that make them feel happy and cheerful. youre bubbly and nice and they cant see anything wrong with you. thats the problem though. youre so sad. your eyes scream from the agony. no one can notice it because you always smile. always. no matter what. i can see the hint of darkness that surrounds you and you try to hide it so desperately. its so very sad to continue living this way.
aura of mystique
the psychic could see
she was different
she was hazy and purple
se was hard to see
not the crisp clean lines of others
who think she’s false
she was the believer
it was beautiful
I loved her once
she disappeared
and took her aura with her
She and him had different auras.
Whenever she entered the room everyone seemed alot calmer, but whenever he entered the room people felt very uneasy, and ran the other direction.
The two of them together however seemed to get along very well.
What an indiscernible existence. So magical, you even from far away know what’s it all about. But you can’t quite bring that thought from your head to your tongue.
“You have a very bright aura around you,” the golden-haired, middle-aged woman in a purple shawl said to me. “Colorful, alluring. Did you know that?”
I desperately wanted to find another seat on the bus, but everywhere else was taken. My MP3 player had died during the trip, and there was no other option to get away from this New Ageist save for ripping open the emergency door and leaping out onto the open freeway. But seeing as I didn’t want to get hit by a bus and get bankrupted by the hospital bills, all I could say was,
The gold surrounding the tree glowed gently, it was a flowing sort of light, the sort that might look dull or unimportant at a glance but filled you with a sense of awe if you looked more intently. I had been often to this tree, with the aura all about it, and often wondered what its significance was. I had hoped one day to reach out and touch it, yet never had that hope come to be realized.
the aura surrounded her like a bright shining light for all to see. She was the image of perfect motherhood. Her gracefulness in all that she did demonstrated that she had someone on her side. Someone with a deep sense of knowledge. Her name was Angelica. Doesn’t that sound heavenly? The name fitted her nicely and was a testament to the meaning.
I currently am surrounded by an aura of stress..need to change the aura. I will meditate and think of all of the beautiful things in my life. I love….so many! I love my kids, my friends, my family. I am thankful for the life Jesus has given me and all that He believes and knows I can do with his strength…aura changed!
Her skin bristled against the cold and biting wind. Why had she come here again? She pulled her sweater righter around her and hunched over to fight against the cold. Texas wasn’t what she thought. When she left the Northern reaches of her home state of Michigan, sun and cold drinks were what she had in mind.
Today, my aura is a little warm. A little bored. A little procrastination-filled. A little mellow. A little hungry. So a warm colour that’s not too peppy. Seafoam green?
transient lighting flares and flings across the open wounds where infectious colour lull and roll about lazily, like syphillis tongue in a permeating action. the vibes are parasites waiting to burrow within
The aura the woman held about her was one that screamed “stay away from me”. I could immediately tell that she was probably that one kid on the playground who told ghost stories and was caught eating glue under the bleachers.
the sound of very pleasant feeling surrounding the head and senses in each of us. it gives me a feeling of power and purpose where no other word has the same effect. There are auras surrounding all of us but some are stronger than others.
Her aura was delightful. Everytime he stood next to her, he felt that the world was a better place. He felt that hope came busting into his heart. There was something about this girl. Something special. He didn’t what that was exactly, but he was determined to find out.
Her aura brightened the room, when she entered. I may say, what an explicit work of art, someone said. How is that? In the air of the room, with the gloom, she stood. Listened, watched the helplessly depressing movements of the crowd.
My aura is likely purple, most of the time, but I think sometimes it changes to grey, maybe black. All of these colors have a part in my life. Purple is when I’m feeling normal, more like myself — the grey and black, not so much. These come in a state of depression or anxiety or anger — the uneasiness of my life. But kind of like a cloudy day, sometimes I enjoy these colors.
the aura of something is like the air or a fell to something. So i can say that the aura outside is really cold because it is. Or that the aura is weird to something that fells weird!!!!!!!!!!
His words hang like a black-clouded aura, “Go away and do not leave a trace.”
Surround me and engulf me with your warmth. Your smiling presence leaves me wanting. You are like a lingering colour in a room of grey.
I couldn’t see auras anymore. I couldn’t see anything for that matter. The acid burned my eyes so badly that I couldn’t even feel my face. Well at least I still have hands, but no one likes it when “acid man” touches their face. It’s not contagious people, come on.
You’d think the site would be able to come up with a new word every day. This doesn’t lend it an aura of credibility. But who am I to complain about a free service that I enjoy using. What a jerk!?! My aura is probably pitch black. HA!!
Isn’t it weird how you always sense that a person is bad news just by being near them? That somehow their “badness” has infected the air around them?
His aura is a bright orange. I don’t remember what it means but it doesn’t matter because he looks bright and beautiful in orange. Just like the glint of his brown hair when the sun touches it. Orange was also his favorite fruit. I don’t get it. It’s a bit too tangy for me. But he likes them so much he ate a whole bowl last week.
Aura….. that calm light radiating from within shining outwards to light the world!
the aura of aurora, halos around the streetlights lining the sidewalks, one outside the twenty four hour diner, another in front of the old movie house now home to some earth-worship cult.
i must be shades of red
hearing, all around, the taste, the flavor, the beauty!!! It has a sound, it has a vibration …
Pins and needles up my spine, I am yours, you are mine. Breath on my cheek burns like a hot flame. Heart pounding in my chest, whose to blame? Your aura intoxicates me, and I can’t turn away. Your eyes pierce like knives, torturing every single day. Hours move like years, your voice invokes my fears. No happy endings to this story, just death for love and glory. You’re painful, but I’m drawn to you anyways. I try to stop, but my body never obeys.
There was an aura around the place that spelled.. bad news. There was never quite anything I could quite put my finger on. But it smelled of broken dreams.
The sky glitters as though the stars were made of rainbows. Despite the cold, she pulls her hood back and stares.
She felt like pretty. Like everything you ever did didn’t matter anymore because she was there. And she was looking at you. Everything melted away until the only thing that existed was you, her, and aura.
the deep aura of awesomeness. It hovered around him. I like auras. They describe the sceen and make me feel foggy like the night. Pizza is could. It gives off good auras.
she was shining and burning and there was something about the aura that shone around her that frightened him beyond belief. He was scared of the pink and red and orange that seemed to seep thought her and into him. Sh was changing, becoming something new and scary and there was something he knew was radiating from her. She was light and new and spring.
There was an aura of foreboding in that place. A feeling of gloom and impending sorrow. The reason for it soon became clear.
There is an aura of complete haughtiness amongst this rooms patrons; if that were an aura of a sort, perhaps a more subjective one, depending on whom you were asking.
You were asking Isaac, whether you knew it or not, by reading this. He hardly knows that an aura pertains to the person in question, and not the person doing the questioning.
Your aura, its your energy, it’s the color that evoke the most emotion for you.
She had the aura of a wolf, but the work ethic of a dog.
theres this aura around you whenever you walk into a room. its crazy to say that youre actually really shy but you have this way with people that make them feel happy and cheerful. youre bubbly and nice and they cant see anything wrong with you. thats the problem though. youre so sad. your eyes scream from the agony. no one can notice it because you always smile. always. no matter what. i can see the hint of darkness that surrounds you and you try to hide it so desperately. its so very sad to continue living this way.
aura of mystique
the psychic could see
she was different
she was hazy and purple
se was hard to see
not the crisp clean lines of others
who think she’s false
she was the believer
it was beautiful
I loved her once
she disappeared
and took her aura with her
She and him had different auras.
Whenever she entered the room everyone seemed alot calmer, but whenever he entered the room people felt very uneasy, and ran the other direction.
The two of them together however seemed to get along very well.
What an indiscernible existence. So magical, you even from far away know what’s it all about. But you can’t quite bring that thought from your head to your tongue.
peeled you off
like a wet wool
coat
freed from the
cold heavy
aura
of ignorance
I dont know whats is aura, but i think that have some to be when we die.
“You have a very bright aura around you,” the golden-haired, middle-aged woman in a purple shawl said to me. “Colorful, alluring. Did you know that?”
I desperately wanted to find another seat on the bus, but everywhere else was taken. My MP3 player had died during the trip, and there was no other option to get away from this New Ageist save for ripping open the emergency door and leaping out onto the open freeway. But seeing as I didn’t want to get hit by a bus and get bankrupted by the hospital bills, all I could say was,
“No. I didn’t know.”
The gold surrounding the tree glowed gently, it was a flowing sort of light, the sort that might look dull or unimportant at a glance but filled you with a sense of awe if you looked more intently. I had been often to this tree, with the aura all about it, and often wondered what its significance was. I had hoped one day to reach out and touch it, yet never had that hope come to be realized.
the aura surrounded her like a bright shining light for all to see. She was the image of perfect motherhood. Her gracefulness in all that she did demonstrated that she had someone on her side. Someone with a deep sense of knowledge. Her name was Angelica. Doesn’t that sound heavenly? The name fitted her nicely and was a testament to the meaning.
I currently am surrounded by an aura of stress..need to change the aura. I will meditate and think of all of the beautiful things in my life. I love….so many! I love my kids, my friends, my family. I am thankful for the life Jesus has given me and all that He believes and knows I can do with his strength…aura changed!
Her skin bristled against the cold and biting wind. Why had she come here again? She pulled her sweater righter around her and hunched over to fight against the cold. Texas wasn’t what she thought. When she left the Northern reaches of her home state of Michigan, sun and cold drinks were what she had in mind.
Today, my aura is a little warm. A little bored. A little procrastination-filled. A little mellow. A little hungry. So a warm colour that’s not too peppy. Seafoam green?
transient lighting flares and flings across the open wounds where infectious colour lull and roll about lazily, like syphillis tongue in a permeating action. the vibes are parasites waiting to burrow within
Aura.
That penetrating light,
that ethereal wave of
soul
and life
and love
that weaves its way from
body
to mind.
Inescapable,
undeniable;
…
The aura the woman held about her was one that screamed “stay away from me”. I could immediately tell that she was probably that one kid on the playground who told ghost stories and was caught eating glue under the bleachers.
the sound of very pleasant feeling surrounding the head and senses in each of us. it gives me a feeling of power and purpose where no other word has the same effect. There are auras surrounding all of us but some are stronger than others.
Her aura was delightful. Everytime he stood next to her, he felt that the world was a better place. He felt that hope came busting into his heart. There was something about this girl. Something special. He didn’t what that was exactly, but he was determined to find out.
Her aura brightened the room, when she entered. I may say, what an explicit work of art, someone said. How is that? In the air of the room, with the gloom, she stood. Listened, watched the helplessly depressing movements of the crowd.
My aura is likely purple, most of the time, but I think sometimes it changes to grey, maybe black. All of these colors have a part in my life. Purple is when I’m feeling normal, more like myself — the grey and black, not so much. These come in a state of depression or anxiety or anger — the uneasiness of my life. But kind of like a cloudy day, sometimes I enjoy these colors.
the aura of something is like the air or a fell to something. So i can say that the aura outside is really cold because it is. Or that the aura is weird to something that fells weird!!!!!!!!!!