As dusk settled over the horizon, the two leaned on each other and watched the sky shift and change colors. Dusk always brought the lovers together for it was the time Earth met the spirit world.
“I can damn as many rivers as I want.”
“Yes, that is true. Dam … dam … damn that river,” he said.
Evening was seeping in through the cracks, the dusk hovering and settling like unexpected peace in the quiet time. Time itself stretching like pulled toffee; the ticks of the clock seemed to slow down as the day stretched out and the conversation lapsed.
i have only to dusk to keep my eyes from gravitating towards the floor, only until dusk to cram in the knowledge, which frankly, just cannot fit. Similar to pressing a jigsaw puzzle in ways not natural to its definite shape, studying for finals simply is not meant to be.
I simply do not know what dusk means. I feel like I should. I often do not know words that are common knowledge to everyone else. It’s embarrassing but I guess there are more things a person could be embarrassed about. Funny thing, I tried to exit out of this window and go to a new one at least four times to get a new word but a new word just wouldn’t pop up. So now I am
DECK THE HALLS WITH POISON IVY, FLALALALAL, TIS THE SEASON TO BY NAUGHTY FALALALALLAA, BREAK THE WINDOW, POP THE TIRE, FLAALALALA, SET YOUR TEACHER’S PANTS ON FIRE FALALLALAAL.
about 10 more seconds..
CHEESE.
stuff cheese pinapples um dont know im not thinking blah blah blah i think dusk means night or osmething its the opposite of dawn and i like pie and flaalalalalalal larjjffj blahg hiii omg like so omg lol dusk dusk dirt lert blah law christmas and stuff roses are red violets are blue jksdfjsdhfjsdf lalal TIMES UP. I failed. OMG I JUST REFRSHED AND IT GAVE ME MORE TIME. ahahah .wow.. im just ognna wait till the end and put a really random word, the first word that pops up in my head because i tend to do that alot on real likkjf- holy crap times almost up so..um.. yea……………..CHEESE!321 BLAST OFF.
At dusk, the masks come out and everyone has darkness to shroud their true nasty monster forms. They play tricks and snack on the innocent and helpless. Taking advantage of everything, they make the world lose it’s purity. As the sun starts to show itself, the masks go on with no time to spare.
I stay up from dusk till dawn. I love it cause DUSK is the best time of day……………………………………………………………Dusk…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Dusk………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Dusk…………………….
This is the best part of the day. It’s the time you realize that the day is over, that an other one is coming.
Another day, another chances.
You realise you just had one more day in his arms.
Maybe the last one.
In the dusk, I pull out my bike and set off for the day ahead of me. Where I go… who knows. I usually just follow the wind. Some days, I like to disobey it, and go the opposite direction, just to see how much trouble I’ll get in. I’m not a good person.
It is just past dusk right now. The sun is all the way down, and the moon would probably be visible if I had the motivation to get off the laptop! It is very chilly, but baking Christmas cookies makes me cozy.
It was cool dark evening at dusk. There was a frightening image of a duck sillhouetted in the window. Ooo very scary I’m wetting my pants. ‘Oh my gosh’ said the man do the drake.
As it was approaching dusk, I started to feel a wave of melancholy pass over our conversation. These conversations used to last hours, from day until night. Now, we were left grasping for any type of conversation we could find. Time moves in mysterious ways.
dusk till dawn right and wrong i’ll never know i’ll always care i wish i could keep your hands in my hair saying my name and whispering in my ear i need you. what do you think?
Dusk has fallen on our little tiown, coating the houses with the surreal qualities of night and day; dancing between the two, it is lost in it’s own demise. The deeds of the day and the pain laid thick tonight, a town of theives never sleeps, bidding our time in dusk’s honest light.
It is almost dusk and the children are not home. Where could they be? They know the rules. Oh what has happened to the children? They know the wild animals come out at dusk. I can’t go and look for them, I have the twins to contend with, my husband is not home yet either.
The ensuing derisive laughter told Jensen that there many more people in the stall than he’s imagined. He cracked open his eyes and and saw the hooves of a dusk colored roan grinding and clomping the shit strewn floor.
I remember the walks at dusk..trying to clear out my head..trying to figure everything out. I remember sitting on a park swing, looking up at the moon..thinking about how nice it would be to escape the pain and hurt.
Tell me, why haven’t these days come to an end, yet?
I never really appreciated November until this year. To me it was all the crappy month between autumn and winter, both being seasons I’m fond of. But this year, finding myself commuting from campus to work in two separate towns every day, I started to see the November sunsets. And they were amazing. All the trees and brush along the sparse plains that bordered the highway were fabulous shadows, standing completely black, to a backdrop of rainbows and bursting oranges in the dusky sky.
It was nearing dusk as she sat atop the edge of the jagged ravine. Javier walked up and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. She sucked in a deep breath. “Do you really think it’s over?” He knelt down beside her. “Cariña, I promise you, you’re safe now.” She looked into his dark brown eyes and she knew he was telling her the truth.
Colors mixing in the sky above me. Clouds swirling. Headlights blind me as I fly down the freeway. I hug the curves, my foot heavy on the gas pedal. The sun bids me farewell and mocks me, telling me I’ll never make it home, before the sun sets on my life. and I’ll be alone, again, in the dark.
we drove home from the farm, almost dusk. i hadn’t seen the family in a long time. auntie was 100 years old. i kind of liked drinking watery coffee playing dominoes in silence. we were together. i looked out the window, grandpa beside me in the passenger seat. the prairie sunset was slowly seducing me. ive hated calling it home.
by the end of the night were holding hands, dancing in the moonlight <3 and i see your scar and i ask you where you got it and you say i was love but as you can see iiii won<3
It was dusk, and the sunset was illuminating the sky with assorted colors of pink and orange. The forest was quiet, as all the creatures of it were settling down for the long night ahead of them.
I wondered about her. Watching her at the edge of the sky looking into the dusk, thirsty for the light that penetrates her. She soared fearlessly. Naked against the knowing of reality, a fierce desire of creation poured out from within her. She felt the stir of heaven brush across her body.
It’s my birthday today and all I want is you. I’m a walking-talking cliche, but I don’t even know who YOU are anymore. I have any idea shared between a few people but all I know is my stomach is about to jump me and I feel like shit and I just cried after getting off the phone with my father. Fuck you, Dad.
The light faded away giving way to the warm dusk. Shadows covered the ground where I used to sit and think about the days when I would get out of this place. I dream of the twilight in another land.
A friend once told me that dusk was a magical time. I think part of it is that you can’t see whether the sun is setting or rising. Time is a paradox, two realities are true enough. And that’s where the magic happens. One that mountain top in the picture she drew me, you escape the world.
As the dusk set a new world came about. My world, the world of darkness.
When the sun sets friends come out to play,
ones too scared to show their face in the light of day;
I have been to the bottom of muck pools at twilight and interviewed the gloom. I have sung to the inside of baskets filled with wind. But not yet, not yet, have I licked the frost off graves.
Dawn seems so far away here, as night approaches. Unconsciously, a shiver crawls up my spine. Somehow, I know that I may not make it through to tomorrow. Knights in shining armor are replaced by nights full of darkness and apprehension.
I see it as a color instead of a time. I see it as something dark and mysterious. Like the kinds of things that we can never get together and put straight in my head.
Dusk. It’s like confusion. The way that people always throw things at me when I’m in the middle of something important. It’s like I’m not important to them and yet when I make the time for that little bit of brilliance, I’m somehow doing them a disfavor.
As dusk settled over the horizon, the two leaned on each other and watched the sky shift and change colors. Dusk always brought the lovers together for it was the time Earth met the spirit world.
“I can damn as many rivers as I want.”
“Yes, that is true. Dam … dam … damn that river,” he said.
Evening was seeping in through the cracks, the dusk hovering and settling like unexpected peace in the quiet time. Time itself stretching like pulled toffee; the ticks of the clock seemed to slow down as the day stretched out and the conversation lapsed.
Dusk, or dust. Both hold a million, tiny dots of colour, both we don’t think much about. Both are overlooked, as, sadly, a part of life we expect.
i have only to dusk to keep my eyes from gravitating towards the floor, only until dusk to cram in the knowledge, which frankly, just cannot fit. Similar to pressing a jigsaw puzzle in ways not natural to its definite shape, studying for finals simply is not meant to be.
I simply do not know what dusk means. I feel like I should. I often do not know words that are common knowledge to everyone else. It’s embarrassing but I guess there are more things a person could be embarrassed about. Funny thing, I tried to exit out of this window and go to a new one at least four times to get a new word but a new word just wouldn’t pop up. So now I am
night
DECK THE HALLS WITH POISON IVY, FLALALALAL, TIS THE SEASON TO BY NAUGHTY FALALALALLAA, BREAK THE WINDOW, POP THE TIRE, FLAALALALA, SET YOUR TEACHER’S PANTS ON FIRE FALALLALAAL.
about 10 more seconds..
CHEESE.
dusk, unsettled. dawn and night stinging in suspension. unclear thoughts in limbo.
stuff cheese pinapples um dont know im not thinking blah blah blah i think dusk means night or osmething its the opposite of dawn and i like pie and flaalalalalalal larjjffj blahg hiii omg like so omg lol dusk dusk dirt lert blah law christmas and stuff roses are red violets are blue jksdfjsdhfjsdf lalal TIMES UP. I failed. OMG I JUST REFRSHED AND IT GAVE ME MORE TIME. ahahah .wow.. im just ognna wait till the end and put a really random word, the first word that pops up in my head because i tend to do that alot on real likkjf- holy crap times almost up so..um.. yea……………..CHEESE!321 BLAST OFF.
At dusk, the masks come out and everyone has darkness to shroud their true nasty monster forms. They play tricks and snack on the innocent and helpless. Taking advantage of everything, they make the world lose it’s purity. As the sun starts to show itself, the masks go on with no time to spare.
I stay up from dusk till dawn. I love it cause DUSK is the best time of day……………………………………………………………Dusk…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Dusk………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….Dusk…………………….
This is the best part of the day. It’s the time you realize that the day is over, that an other one is coming.
Another day, another chances.
You realise you just had one more day in his arms.
Maybe the last one.
In the dusk, I pull out my bike and set off for the day ahead of me. Where I go… who knows. I usually just follow the wind. Some days, I like to disobey it, and go the opposite direction, just to see how much trouble I’ll get in. I’m not a good person.
i love dusk oh yeah just kidding i dont know what dusk is
dusk. i don’t know what this is. oops.
The morning or night, I have never really know which this was…. and what is dawn? Confusion…. si.
It is just past dusk right now. The sun is all the way down, and the moon would probably be visible if I had the motivation to get off the laptop! It is very chilly, but baking Christmas cookies makes me cozy.
It was cool dark evening at dusk. There was a frightening image of a duck sillhouetted in the window. Ooo very scary I’m wetting my pants. ‘Oh my gosh’ said the man do the drake.
dusk
As it was approaching dusk, I started to feel a wave of melancholy pass over our conversation. These conversations used to last hours, from day until night. Now, we were left grasping for any type of conversation we could find. Time moves in mysterious ways.
dusk till dawn right and wrong i’ll never know i’ll always care i wish i could keep your hands in my hair saying my name and whispering in my ear i need you. what do you think?
Dusk has fallen on our little tiown, coating the houses with the surreal qualities of night and day; dancing between the two, it is lost in it’s own demise. The deeds of the day and the pain laid thick tonight, a town of theives never sleeps, bidding our time in dusk’s honest light.
It is almost dusk and the children are not home. Where could they be? They know the rules. Oh what has happened to the children? They know the wild animals come out at dusk. I can’t go and look for them, I have the twins to contend with, my husband is not home yet either.
The ensuing derisive laughter told Jensen that there many more people in the stall than he’s imagined. He cracked open his eyes and and saw the hooves of a dusk colored roan grinding and clomping the shit strewn floor.
I remember the walks at dusk..trying to clear out my head..trying to figure everything out. I remember sitting on a park swing, looking up at the moon..thinking about how nice it would be to escape the pain and hurt.
Tell me, why haven’t these days come to an end, yet?
I never really appreciated November until this year. To me it was all the crappy month between autumn and winter, both being seasons I’m fond of. But this year, finding myself commuting from campus to work in two separate towns every day, I started to see the November sunsets. And they were amazing. All the trees and brush along the sparse plains that bordered the highway were fabulous shadows, standing completely black, to a backdrop of rainbows and bursting oranges in the dusky sky.
It was nearing dusk as she sat atop the edge of the jagged ravine. Javier walked up and placed his hands gently on her shoulders. She sucked in a deep breath. “Do you really think it’s over?” He knelt down beside her. “Cariña, I promise you, you’re safe now.” She looked into his dark brown eyes and she knew he was telling her the truth.
Colors mixing in the sky above me. Clouds swirling. Headlights blind me as I fly down the freeway. I hug the curves, my foot heavy on the gas pedal. The sun bids me farewell and mocks me, telling me I’ll never make it home, before the sun sets on my life. and I’ll be alone, again, in the dark.
my favourite sound.. sk. better, though, is sks… dusks. husks. rusks. tusks. musks. busks.
we drove home from the farm, almost dusk. i hadn’t seen the family in a long time. auntie was 100 years old. i kind of liked drinking watery coffee playing dominoes in silence. we were together. i looked out the window, grandpa beside me in the passenger seat. the prairie sunset was slowly seducing me. ive hated calling it home.
by the end of the night were holding hands, dancing in the moonlight <3 and i see your scar and i ask you where you got it and you say i was love but as you can see iiii won<3
It was dusk, and the sunset was illuminating the sky with assorted colors of pink and orange. The forest was quiet, as all the creatures of it were settling down for the long night ahead of them.
I wondered about her. Watching her at the edge of the sky looking into the dusk, thirsty for the light that penetrates her. She soared fearlessly. Naked against the knowing of reality, a fierce desire of creation poured out from within her. She felt the stir of heaven brush across her body.
It’s my birthday today and all I want is you. I’m a walking-talking cliche, but I don’t even know who YOU are anymore. I have any idea shared between a few people but all I know is my stomach is about to jump me and I feel like shit and I just cried after getting off the phone with my father. Fuck you, Dad.
The light faded away giving way to the warm dusk. Shadows covered the ground where I used to sit and think about the days when I would get out of this place. I dream of the twilight in another land.
A friend once told me that dusk was a magical time. I think part of it is that you can’t see whether the sun is setting or rising. Time is a paradox, two realities are true enough. And that’s where the magic happens. One that mountain top in the picture she drew me, you escape the world.
As the dusk set a new world came about. My world, the world of darkness.
When the sun sets friends come out to play,
ones too scared to show their face in the light of day;
but they’re beautiful to me
I have been to the bottom of muck pools at twilight and interviewed the gloom. I have sung to the inside of baskets filled with wind. But not yet, not yet, have I licked the frost off graves.
Dawn seems so far away here, as night approaches. Unconsciously, a shiver crawls up my spine. Somehow, I know that I may not make it through to tomorrow. Knights in shining armor are replaced by nights full of darkness and apprehension.
Dusk and dawn.
It feels so strange.
I see it as a color instead of a time. I see it as something dark and mysterious. Like the kinds of things that we can never get together and put straight in my head.
Dusk. It’s like confusion. The way that people always throw things at me when I’m in the middle of something important. It’s like I’m not important to them and yet when I make the time for that little bit of brilliance, I’m somehow doing them a disfavor.
Why should I care? Why can’t it all turn to dusk?