the edges, the between spaces. Dawn’s twin brother. This was a time when she could see the scaffolding under the world, the struts and guidewires that hold us up and carry us along our set paths. the dying of the sun is not a dying, merely a moving out of reach. She smiled and turned on the kitchen lantern.
Dusk was a time I usually remembered to fear. Tonight, I’d forgotten completely.
I sat with my hands on my head, panting, waiting for some sort of sign from some sort of messenger that I knew would never come. And all I could tell myself was that I would live. This would not be the night that I died. Dusk would not kill me tonight.
Dusk is always paired with darn
for we do not know independence.
Dusk and dawn are always one
and therefore lean on one another.
When dusk comes what shall we do?
Lay around and wait for another day?
Or do we gain stregnth from that which we need?
Dusk til dawn and then dusk again, repeating on a never ending cycle.
Clouds are scattered as if by an artist’s airbrush over a fallow sky, that weird transition between bright blue and darkness that makes no sense.
Sweet tender twilight sky.
Sweet sickly rotten grass dusk.
Listing sweetly in the darkening eve.
dusk is something that accumilate when your kicking your feet around it makes people sneeze alot also it will also burn your eyes if it gets into your eyes.
reading is something that will go on in your entire so it’s very good that you learn how to read. it’s the main thing in life you will need to know how to do cause you will get yourself in a jam if you don’t no how
Dusk was the time of day that seemed like it should go on forever. It always held someone’s heart, made them stare in wonder and in hope at the beauty of the world.
dusk is fucking amazing. It must definitely be the best time of the day. Dawn comes soon after. Well, before if you want to begin at 12AM. WTF ever, right? Dusk is the time I fucked my GF yesterday.
It was coming to the end of their long day on the road. They turned to one another and they both knew it was time to stop. They pulled up on the dusty track next to the beach, soon to be washing the days grime off in the sea.
It was dusk. All that could be heard was the sound of the birds settling down for the night. Their chirping as if to say “see you tomorow, have a good’s night’s sleep”. The only other sound was that of the ocean; huge waves were crashing against the shore, as if filled with a rage that couldn’t be expended.
The light shown threw the window. he brushed his gloved hand his hair. and leaned over the dead younger soldier, whispered “I’m” sorry in his ear stared at the sky and pulled the trigger of the gun pointed at himself.
it’s comng faster than i can say and i’m scared of what it’ll bring this time. last night it was lonely, the night before discomfort. there’s more to it than just the loss of light, the faint shadows melting. it’s more than all of the physical things you can think of. think of more and you’ll understand why i wait for dawn so patiently.
it was dusk and the artist glanced back over his shoulder slyly. a small dog was following him. where were they going together?
“don’t worry,” the dog began. “one day, you’ll have enough money to make it all better.”
“maybe,” the man snidely commented.
dusk is before dawn … or is it after dawn? Well I suppose it’s technically after dawn but if you wake up in the middle of the day, it’s before dawn … Vampires really like dusk cause they can come out and play with all the other vampires who are stuck inside their cave or attic or where ever it is vampires live.
striding out of the dusk like a phantom. i thought you were beautiful. forget that i was the ground under your feet and impossible to notice. im hoping for you every day
Aa the sun is falling, I see the branches turning away, using it’s leaves as blankets to cool it’s thin body. Flowers bend in humbleness by the tired petals it lovingly grazed to passerbyers.
Dusk is a time when day and night meet. It when everything Magical happens. It is a mix of darkness and light, of good and evil, of positive and negative. It is Dusk.
Aleks ran through the soft twilight, his bare feet pattering against the road which was worn smooth from many years of use. As he ran, the sticky summer air clung to him, pulling him back towards home.
Dusk fell upon them like the draperies of the house of ill repute she used to know as a child…the place her mother took her to visit the mysterious “aunt”. Dank smelly darkness permeated that living room and always left her feeling “dirty”.
Dusk fell upon them like the draperies of the house of ill repute she used to know as a child…the place her mother took her to visit the mysterious “aunt”. Dank smelly darkness permeated that living room and always left her feeling “dirty”.
The sun is about to go to bed.
I wish I could do the same.
It is still early and the drugs are still fresh.
I think I am nearly going insane.
All I want
All I need
Just get me out of my own head.
My heart beating like a hammer. His arms around mine. Everything surrounding us in silent. Gently whispering sweet nothings in my ear, he then presses his lips into mine. We are one. We will be one. We will finish this night, and remember it forever.
I’m not fluent in this – but I see an evening road with lights far ahead, and there is rain slowly dripping, and I’m looking forward. Its cold, and I feel free.
In the fall is where I ran, to the place where dreams no longer exist, but reality doesn’t carry weight anymore. With the dark as my light, beheld by few except by those who would know the truth. Alone, and yet I find that I am surrounded by none others than myself, and here is where I find my peace.
From dusk till dawn we partied that night. Until our feet were sore and our throats raw. We danced until we fell out on the soft grass, and even then we tried to dance. Tonight was our final night to be kids, to be friends. Tomorrow we would grab our diplomas and enter into the world of adulthood. We’ll go our separate ways but know that we’ll meet up one day, as friends always do.
Dusk, the time just as the sun dips into the nether world. a time when this world and the next flow perilously close to oneanother and a time when the strange and wonderful happens. I live on the edge of dusk and the cusp of twilight, i am the thought-runner.
The dusk falls, shadowy and soft, and I remember – shoot, I have a paper to write! I don’t honestly want to – who does? – but it needs to be done. An analysis of a poet who spoke, two pages being hardly enough to write an introduction. I suppose I should get started on that… the waning moon, just past being full, rises in the sky and I idly stare at my blank word document, loath to begin the dread assignment.
time to think, to party, to have a beer, to think again, to rest to have fun, to relax, to love, to stare at the horizon, to chat and chat… my favourite time of the day
they’re sitting on the porch, and dusk is falling, softly. like snowflakes, she thinks, and kicks up dust with her cowboy boots, missing home. but still she smiles as a star shines bright.
the edges, the between spaces. Dawn’s twin brother. This was a time when she could see the scaffolding under the world, the struts and guidewires that hold us up and carry us along our set paths. the dying of the sun is not a dying, merely a moving out of reach. She smiled and turned on the kitchen lantern.
Dusk was a time I usually remembered to fear. Tonight, I’d forgotten completely.
I sat with my hands on my head, panting, waiting for some sort of sign from some sort of messenger that I knew would never come. And all I could tell myself was that I would live. This would not be the night that I died. Dusk would not kill me tonight.
Dusk is always paired with darn
for we do not know independence.
Dusk and dawn are always one
and therefore lean on one another.
When dusk comes what shall we do?
Lay around and wait for another day?
Or do we gain stregnth from that which we need?
Dusk til dawn and then dusk again, repeating on a never ending cycle.
Clouds are scattered as if by an artist’s airbrush over a fallow sky, that weird transition between bright blue and darkness that makes no sense.
Sweet tender twilight sky.
Sweet sickly rotten grass dusk.
Listing sweetly in the darkening eve.
dusk is something that accumilate when your kicking your feet around it makes people sneeze alot also it will also burn your eyes if it gets into your eyes.
reading is something that will go on in your entire so it’s very good that you learn how to read. it’s the main thing in life you will need to know how to do cause you will get yourself in a jam if you don’t no how
Dusk was the time of day that seemed like it should go on forever. It always held someone’s heart, made them stare in wonder and in hope at the beauty of the world.
dusk is fucking amazing. It must definitely be the best time of the day. Dawn comes soon after. Well, before if you want to begin at 12AM. WTF ever, right? Dusk is the time I fucked my GF yesterday.
It was dusk and the two men waited.
“Fuck. Where is she?”
The other stayed silent, he shouldn’t have asked her to come, shouldn’t have risked it.
the light begins to fade at dusk
before the night:
wolves arise from the din
coyote howls in the distance
nature ends and begins
Anew.
this is the dusk of this season of my life. and i feel like i wasted it. all of it. and its gone now. were you proud of me?
It was coming to the end of their long day on the road. They turned to one another and they both knew it was time to stop. They pulled up on the dusty track next to the beach, soon to be washing the days grime off in the sea.
It’s about dusk as i’m writing this :D
from dusk till dawn
xx
It was dusk. All that could be heard was the sound of the birds settling down for the night. Their chirping as if to say “see you tomorow, have a good’s night’s sleep”. The only other sound was that of the ocean; huge waves were crashing against the shore, as if filled with a rage that couldn’t be expended.
The light shown threw the window. he brushed his gloved hand his hair. and leaned over the dead younger soldier, whispered “I’m” sorry in his ear stared at the sky and pulled the trigger of the gun pointed at himself.
it’s comng faster than i can say and i’m scared of what it’ll bring this time. last night it was lonely, the night before discomfort. there’s more to it than just the loss of light, the faint shadows melting. it’s more than all of the physical things you can think of. think of more and you’ll understand why i wait for dawn so patiently.
it was dusk and the artist glanced back over his shoulder slyly. a small dog was following him. where were they going together?
“don’t worry,” the dog began. “one day, you’ll have enough money to make it all better.”
“maybe,” the man snidely commented.
dusk is before dawn … or is it after dawn? Well I suppose it’s technically after dawn but if you wake up in the middle of the day, it’s before dawn … Vampires really like dusk cause they can come out and play with all the other vampires who are stuck inside their cave or attic or where ever it is vampires live.
striding out of the dusk like a phantom. i thought you were beautiful. forget that i was the ground under your feet and impossible to notice. im hoping for you every day
Aa the sun is falling, I see the branches turning away, using it’s leaves as blankets to cool it’s thin body. Flowers bend in humbleness by the tired petals it lovingly grazed to passerbyers.
Dusk is a stupid word. I will never be able to write anything about dusk. Well almost. This rant is obviously the exception.
Dusk is a time when day and night meet. It when everything Magical happens. It is a mix of darkness and light, of good and evil, of positive and negative. It is Dusk.
Aleks ran through the soft twilight, his bare feet pattering against the road which was worn smooth from many years of use. As he ran, the sticky summer air clung to him, pulling him back towards home.
Dusk fell upon them like the draperies of the house of ill repute she used to know as a child…the place her mother took her to visit the mysterious “aunt”. Dank smelly darkness permeated that living room and always left her feeling “dirty”.
Dusk fell upon them like the draperies of the house of ill repute she used to know as a child…the place her mother took her to visit the mysterious “aunt”. Dank smelly darkness permeated that living room and always left her feeling “dirty”.
the beautiful time just before night. The sparkling twilight.
Right before day ends, and before the dark begins.
dusk.
:D:D
it’s not dawn. it’s some darker version, light on the edges but no new beginning. musty, heavy, promising secrets and mystery. soft, grainy.
The sun is about to go to bed.
I wish I could do the same.
It is still early and the drugs are still fresh.
I think I am nearly going insane.
All I want
All I need
Just get me out of my own head.
My heart beating like a hammer. His arms around mine. Everything surrounding us in silent. Gently whispering sweet nothings in my ear, he then presses his lips into mine. We are one. We will be one. We will finish this night, and remember it forever.
I’m not fluent in this – but I see an evening road with lights far ahead, and there is rain slowly dripping, and I’m looking forward. Its cold, and I feel free.
In the fall is where I ran, to the place where dreams no longer exist, but reality doesn’t carry weight anymore. With the dark as my light, beheld by few except by those who would know the truth. Alone, and yet I find that I am surrounded by none others than myself, and here is where I find my peace.
From dusk till dawn we partied that night. Until our feet were sore and our throats raw. We danced until we fell out on the soft grass, and even then we tried to dance. Tonight was our final night to be kids, to be friends. Tomorrow we would grab our diplomas and enter into the world of adulthood. We’ll go our separate ways but know that we’ll meet up one day, as friends always do.
Dusk, the time just as the sun dips into the nether world. a time when this world and the next flow perilously close to oneanother and a time when the strange and wonderful happens. I live on the edge of dusk and the cusp of twilight, i am the thought-runner.
He wanted to paint the bedroom a sensuous, dusky shade of eggplant, to woe mystery. He opted for white.
dusk us the time when the sun goes west. the time machine starts running and farting and burping forever
The dusk falls, shadowy and soft, and I remember – shoot, I have a paper to write! I don’t honestly want to – who does? – but it needs to be done. An analysis of a poet who spoke, two pages being hardly enough to write an introduction. I suppose I should get started on that… the waning moon, just past being full, rises in the sky and I idly stare at my blank word document, loath to begin the dread assignment.
The end of a section of your life and soon to be the beginning of a brand new day. A time of peace.
time to think, to party, to have a beer, to think again, to rest to have fun, to relax, to love, to stare at the horizon, to chat and chat… my favourite time of the day
Sunny, romantic, France, confusing
they’re sitting on the porch, and dusk is falling, softly. like snowflakes, she thinks, and kicks up dust with her cowboy boots, missing home. but still she smiles as a star shines bright.