I’m thinking about the ocean. I’m sitting on a dock watching the sun go down, eating a sandwich with mayonnaise, ham, salami and provolone. Everything tastes better on the beach. Dusk is setting in and all I can think of is this sandwich and the salty sea air.
Dusk is dark and gray. Foggy. I like the cool, moist air that seems to accumulate at dusk. The more subdued sound of the birds is pleasant, too. The orange and pink skies make me well up with happiness.
it was not quite noon when jack stepped over the hill
in fact, it was no where near to noon, it was dusk
what was he thinking? noon had passed him by hours ago
I guess it’s just my brain, he said. a lack of sleep does this to a person, or so I’ve heard.
dusk is what comes before dark. it rhymes with musk. some connotations seem to translate between the words. a kind of passive presence. recognizable, but not ominous or intimidating. tangerine skies are dusk. but gray darkness is also dusk. imagine that
Dusk cam in grey kangaroo fur and covered the colorful scenery. Joe looked around to see the light s coming on in the next town, but there were no lights and no town, except for the howl of the wolves that were scavenging in the night and pressing their fangs into whatever roamed about. Joe shivered and looked for a cover. He had to have someplace safe before dark came over the plain and made his scent delectable to the animals. Unfortunately, he had no light and no fire to keep him safe and somewhat protected.
Dusk is like really cool. I once ate dusk for breakfast. have you ever done that? Dang, so any way it has four letters in it. Dusk stands for Danger Under Satan’s Kiosk. Or something like that. Does Satan have a Kiosk? It would be cool if he did. Dang.
and the sun set on this day that was black and the only thing that i could see was the shadow of his face which supplied as a metaphor for our relationship and thats when i knew that i would never see his face and all the emotions we felt. in all honestly the sunset was the only thing that made me realize im better then this
i like dusk. dusk is french kissing after a date on a summer night. dusk is smoke from a barbeque. dusk is skinny dipping. dusk is taking polaroids with the old camera. dusk is the beauty of life.
the time of day when the sun falls into the lake, bed time for the sun, the golden hour, with a c it would be duck, ducks are cool, my friend had a duck named bob.
nightfall, the time of the day that represents the first signs of the sun setting and the moon rising, the time when creatures of myth, such as vampires are said to arise and haunt the coming night.
dusk. i love waking up in the morning and seeing the sun rise up. i wish i had my beautiful girl next to me so we can both baithe in the sun rays as the raise from the horizon.
The sun sets on the horizon.
Everything is hushed, save the gentle wind.
Dusk.
My time of freedom, revelry.
Enchantment.
When the chimes ring eerily, and yet so beautifully.
And the bats come out to play.
The faeries glitter and the mushrooms glow.
In this fragile darkness, I’m free.
dusk will be darkened if not for a second. we’ve got time to waste so why not write another sentence? several ants can march forward but neigh, they never see the sun make it past the light of day. my seven moves languid like a sea in the tide, i’ve got some news would you let me confide? confidentiality can be cruel and strict but i’m not really one to commit. i’ve got time i’ve got people but nothing to do.
the sun sets slowly and the light dies, like an old man fading at the end of his life, surrounded by those who love him. he’s watching them as he goes, seeing their lives continue on their course, going by just as quickly as they ever did while he slowly sinks below the horizon of life. unbeknownst to them, however, he is continuing too…
i was in the car when all of a sudden there was a creature in front of me. i thought i was drunk or dreaming. I realized these guys come out at dusk. i need to be more careful of the time i travel.
it was just about dusk when i had my first kiss. we were seven. it sounds too early to possibly have been true, but remember i was the kid who at six found out her dad was using prostitutes on his ‘business’ trips. i knew what s-e-x really meant when other kids were just looking it up in dictionaries. his name was jason roberts. i loved him. he’s dead now.
its dark dssuslkus udlssucks dusk. dusk is a dark time in the day when the light goes away. i just wrote a poem. poetry doesn’t always have to rhyme. i just read that on the ways to annoy people why am i still doing this. what what what what what quack quack quack like ducky. mooo mooo moo like a cow in the dusky night time. what am i dooooing? haha. i am not a terrible writer. i can write about dusk all day long. dusk. dusk dusk.
Orange and yellow fade into a painting of pure beauty! It makes me feel as if nothing bad could ever happen. The yellow orb of sun fades. As do my hopes for peace.
creeps like fog on the river
bleeding out into the sun
it’s smell invades the houses
it leaves it’s glow on the wall like fire
soft, sweet, bitter smell
like fall, lost in glory and death
there is beauty in decay
it was dusk on the lake and he came behind me, wrapped his arms, foreign, warm, around my waist. they were nice. nicer than i wouldn’t like to admit that i had imagined. what was i doing? i was engaged? he was just the guy there for a week and a half while my fiance was gone? what? me? but… there he was. so tall and delicate and warm. and alive.
it is dusky right now and i think that somehow it is really a beautiful time of day. the light is different, really vintage like. i’m not sure how to explain it. blue periwinkle grey orange in the lightest shades.
I don’t know what the fuck means dusk. I think dusk means something in between dust and myst, but that might be because I haven’t practice my English vocabulary in 5 years. I wish I could run a
dusk is the best time of day. its light and dark, day anf night. its when shadows turn into something more real something permanant. .its when a face is hidden by the gloom and anything can be said. its a time when questions are answered .
From dusk to dawn. The mantra many parties try to follow, I guess. The first time I heard this word was in a story about corn in elementary school. I thought it was such a creative way to describe nightfall. But I never saw how I can fit that into my everyday life.
It’s dark out now. Dusk; transition points. Dawn and dusk of life, the cycle of a new day and a new person. You are always changing. Yet the cycle remains the same.
Dark, light, day, night, sun up, sun down.
I change, and change again, and improve.
Life continues. Things die and are born. Continuous.
At dusk, everything goes blurry, and that’s when things look at their best. With the fading light, everything’s romanticised. And I want that feeling. That feeling of – contentment and satisfaction. Knowing that things could be better, but that you’re happy at that very moment all the same.
It was gorgeous. So gorgeous that it ached, right beneath her ribcage, in that empty space where she used to brag her heart was. Like getting a tattoo, or holding hands with someone you loved and watching them dance away into the arms of another, watching the perfect sunset fade into dusk was one brand of pain she could never quite come to terms with.
The sky blushed pink before weeping-willow firecrackers splintered the dusk into a thousand glittering shapes. She sighed and traces the constellations with careful fingertips – then traces his cheekbones with the same fragile precision. This is her favorite part of the day.
twilight. the haunting hour. when artemis and apollo are truly twins, that golden in-between time. a time of endless possibilities. the monsters beneath your bed are just starting to wake up…
It was just on dusk when I fell in love with you. I could see the dark line of your jaw and your smiling teeth. I touched the notch at your throat and you bent and kissed my mouth.
I’m thinking about the ocean. I’m sitting on a dock watching the sun go down, eating a sandwich with mayonnaise, ham, salami and provolone. Everything tastes better on the beach. Dusk is setting in and all I can think of is this sandwich and the salty sea air.
Dusk is dark and gray. Foggy. I like the cool, moist air that seems to accumulate at dusk. The more subdued sound of the birds is pleasant, too. The orange and pink skies make me well up with happiness.
it was not quite noon when jack stepped over the hill
in fact, it was no where near to noon, it was dusk
what was he thinking? noon had passed him by hours ago
I guess it’s just my brain, he said. a lack of sleep does this to a person, or so I’ve heard.
The sun is like an egg in the sky, being cracked onto the horizon and seeping out into the atmosphere. Changing colors as it falls into the skyline.
dusk is what comes before dark. it rhymes with musk. some connotations seem to translate between the words. a kind of passive presence. recognizable, but not ominous or intimidating. tangerine skies are dusk. but gray darkness is also dusk. imagine that
Dusk cam in grey kangaroo fur and covered the colorful scenery. Joe looked around to see the light s coming on in the next town, but there were no lights and no town, except for the howl of the wolves that were scavenging in the night and pressing their fangs into whatever roamed about. Joe shivered and looked for a cover. He had to have someplace safe before dark came over the plain and made his scent delectable to the animals. Unfortunately, he had no light and no fire to keep him safe and somewhat protected.
The light was dimming as the sun lowered closer and closer to the horizon. Dusk was approaching.
Dusk is like really cool. I once ate dusk for breakfast. have you ever done that? Dang, so any way it has four letters in it. Dusk stands for Danger Under Satan’s Kiosk. Or something like that. Does Satan have a Kiosk? It would be cool if he did. Dang.
sun down , romace, going home , sun rise , love , mist , dirt , spending time with someone , prohibited, the end.
and the sun set on this day that was black and the only thing that i could see was the shadow of his face which supplied as a metaphor for our relationship and thats when i knew that i would never see his face and all the emotions we felt. in all honestly the sunset was the only thing that made me realize im better then this
i like dusk. dusk is french kissing after a date on a summer night. dusk is smoke from a barbeque. dusk is skinny dipping. dusk is taking polaroids with the old camera. dusk is the beauty of life.
the time of day when the sun falls into the lake, bed time for the sun, the golden hour, with a c it would be duck, ducks are cool, my friend had a duck named bob.
nightfall, the time of the day that represents the first signs of the sun setting and the moon rising, the time when creatures of myth, such as vampires are said to arise and haunt the coming night.
dusk. i love waking up in the morning and seeing the sun rise up. i wish i had my beautiful girl next to me so we can both baithe in the sun rays as the raise from the horizon.
the day has come to a close; so much was done; so much still to do, but as long as you were able to do as much as you could, then it was worth it;
The sun sets on the horizon.
Everything is hushed, save the gentle wind.
Dusk.
My time of freedom, revelry.
Enchantment.
When the chimes ring eerily, and yet so beautifully.
And the bats come out to play.
The faeries glitter and the mushrooms glow.
In this fragile darkness, I’m free.
dusk will be darkened if not for a second. we’ve got time to waste so why not write another sentence? several ants can march forward but neigh, they never see the sun make it past the light of day. my seven moves languid like a sea in the tide, i’ve got some news would you let me confide? confidentiality can be cruel and strict but i’m not really one to commit. i’ve got time i’ve got people but nothing to do.
the sun sets slowly and the light dies, like an old man fading at the end of his life, surrounded by those who love him. he’s watching them as he goes, seeing their lives continue on their course, going by just as quickly as they ever did while he slowly sinks below the horizon of life. unbeknownst to them, however, he is continuing too…
the night.
the stars.
the sunset.
the wind.
the backyard.
the sky.
the twilight.
the sadness.
the memories.
the fear.
the mysteries.
It was dusk when I first saw him standing on the bridge…staring at the Boston skyline.
i was in the car when all of a sudden there was a creature in front of me. i thought i was drunk or dreaming. I realized these guys come out at dusk. i need to be more careful of the time i travel.
it was just about dusk when i had my first kiss. we were seven. it sounds too early to possibly have been true, but remember i was the kid who at six found out her dad was using prostitutes on his ‘business’ trips. i knew what s-e-x really meant when other kids were just looking it up in dictionaries. his name was jason roberts. i loved him. he’s dead now.
its dark dssuslkus udlssucks dusk. dusk is a dark time in the day when the light goes away. i just wrote a poem. poetry doesn’t always have to rhyme. i just read that on the ways to annoy people why am i still doing this. what what what what what quack quack quack like ducky. mooo mooo moo like a cow in the dusky night time. what am i dooooing? haha. i am not a terrible writer. i can write about dusk all day long. dusk. dusk dusk.
Orange and yellow fade into a painting of pure beauty! It makes me feel as if nothing bad could ever happen. The yellow orb of sun fades. As do my hopes for peace.
creeps like fog on the river
bleeding out into the sun
it’s smell invades the houses
it leaves it’s glow on the wall like fire
soft, sweet, bitter smell
like fall, lost in glory and death
there is beauty in decay
it was dusk on the lake and he came behind me, wrapped his arms, foreign, warm, around my waist. they were nice. nicer than i wouldn’t like to admit that i had imagined. what was i doing? i was engaged? he was just the guy there for a week and a half while my fiance was gone? what? me? but… there he was. so tall and delicate and warm. and alive.
it is dusky right now and i think that somehow it is really a beautiful time of day. the light is different, really vintage like. i’m not sure how to explain it. blue periwinkle grey orange in the lightest shades.
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I don’t know what the fuck means dusk. I think dusk means something in between dust and myst, but that might be because I haven’t practice my English vocabulary in 5 years. I wish I could run a
dusk is the best time of day. its light and dark, day anf night. its when shadows turn into something more real something permanant. .its when a face is hidden by the gloom and anything can be said. its a time when questions are answered .
Dusk. Wide-leafed trees in the growing dark, red and purple tints of sky. Chirrups.
Chirrup. Chirrup.
From dusk to dawn. The mantra many parties try to follow, I guess. The first time I heard this word was in a story about corn in elementary school. I thought it was such a creative way to describe nightfall. But I never saw how I can fit that into my everyday life.
It’s dark out now. Dusk; transition points. Dawn and dusk of life, the cycle of a new day and a new person. You are always changing. Yet the cycle remains the same.
Dark, light, day, night, sun up, sun down.
I change, and change again, and improve.
Life continues. Things die and are born. Continuous.
Circle
walking through the city at dusk
the world is asleep
it is yours
At dusk, everything goes blurry, and that’s when things look at their best. With the fading light, everything’s romanticised. And I want that feeling. That feeling of – contentment and satisfaction. Knowing that things could be better, but that you’re happy at that very moment all the same.
It was gorgeous. So gorgeous that it ached, right beneath her ribcage, in that empty space where she used to brag her heart was. Like getting a tattoo, or holding hands with someone you loved and watching them dance away into the arms of another, watching the perfect sunset fade into dusk was one brand of pain she could never quite come to terms with.
light, it has a sense of relaxation and serenity. it can be reds and yellows, or purples and blues. No one dislikes dusk and the mood it gives.
The sky blushed pink before weeping-willow firecrackers splintered the dusk into a thousand glittering shapes. She sighed and traces the constellations with careful fingertips – then traces his cheekbones with the same fragile precision. This is her favorite part of the day.
twilight. the haunting hour. when artemis and apollo are truly twins, that golden in-between time. a time of endless possibilities. the monsters beneath your bed are just starting to wake up…
It was just on dusk when I fell in love with you. I could see the dark line of your jaw and your smiling teeth. I touched the notch at your throat and you bent and kissed my mouth.