pretty, in the summer when i’m alone outside my house in the huge mudfield and by surprise they come and take over my mind, my whole being for these seconds are fireflies and i will never forget how they whirled around like little rubins
fireflies. god, i hate that song. it drives me insane every time my roommate’s ringtone goes off. not that the song itself is much better, but still…ugh. the actual bugs, though, are kind of cool. they have their own story and light up the world in a way that nothing else can.
I was distracted by a small light when I was standing at the sink doing dishes. You can tell it is summer in the midwest when you start to see the sparklers out. At least that is what my grandson calls them. He loves his sparklers. I love him loving them.. and I love the summer in the midwest.
fireflies are insects, but are also used to symbolise things. Their basic and underlying simplicity and seeming insignificance is somewhat inspiring when one sees a group of them together forming an opra of light and appearance despite being nought but a fly in essence.
the light lillte thing that copy the stars. When god looked down and saw he let them live for his amusement. They were the copies that always changed and moved in unpredictable patterns.
you would not believe your eyes/if ten thousand firflies/lit up the world as i feel asleep. that song used to be beautiful until it was played WAY to many times. it reminds me of forests and late nights with the family. peace, calm, flash backs…and s’mores. yum.
i like fireflies. they glow in the dark and make me warm and fuzzy inside. fireflies are also good to have in the bedroom if you’re afraid of the dark. the best part about them is that you can catch a bunch of them and sell them to science because no one knows why they glow in the dark and then stop and start and stop and start and stop and start. :) sweet life huh?
firesflys cry at my window.
don’t fall asleep
i wish it was that simple to stay here
but my body’s screaming to give in
and ive wanted to give in
so i go down.
fireflies is a song about fireflies that i hate. i hate the mans voice i hate the lyrics. i hate that there are people out there tha listen to such crap. what happened to artists like dean martin billie holliday, and other greats.
fireflies are bottled in in a jar by my bedside. The holes in the top are for the air that will mark the remaining moments before morning when their light has died and all that is left are the carcasses of magic
thats succh a shitty song on the radio. but i guess its just like all of the others songs. popular. all new music starts out as shit and is highly criticized, look at the Beatles for example. there is still a point where you should have some skills though, being famous is glorified.
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Light up the world as I fell asleep
Cause they fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Cause everything is never as it seems
Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread)
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It
fireflies are one of the most interesting species of insects, and concidentally the word is the plural of firefly which was perhaps the most unfairly canceled tv show of all time. Firefly was a magnificent story blending styles of science fiction and western movies into an amalgamation of lasers and hilarity.
A summer evening with children fluttering like the fireflies above them. Swooping. Soaring. Both bug and child in bliss from the warm summer air and the freedoms Summer gives.
the fireflies flew right by my ear. They reminded me of fainting and falling into that different world. The world where nothing made sense yet everything was nothing and nothing was everything. The place where it didn’t matter.
They were everywhere. I was chasing them farther and and farther into the darkness. They were leading me no where. I lost myself to their light. I lost myself to their beauty.
Fireflies stand out in the night. Like stars on the dark canvas of the sky. Don’t hold them tightly, they’ll bleed through your hands like a broken glow-stick. Don’t let them go, they won’t come back. But let a child find this out on his own, and watch in thirst.
fireflies light the skies every night, I wish i lived in a place where the fireflies were abundant. Their beautiful little lights are so relaxing, I really do with to see mor of them. THat’s why living in a city is so horrid, it kills nature for us all. I wish upon wishes to be in a forest with trees and birds, so i can see nature as it intended to be.
Fireflies stand out in the night. Like stars on the dark canvas of the sky. Don’t hold them tightly, they’ll bleed through your hands like a broken glow-stick. Don’t let them go, they won’t come back. But let a child find this out on his own, and watch in thirst.
one word is like on life to me
its evident that in my world its all i see
i could write a *salilaque”
of my life
but to me thats pooty
because i don’t live to be something else
i live to be me
Lost in the woods, crying in terror, she struggles to walk. Her feet, blistered, bleeding, stumble over roots and rocks, wishing, hoping praying to find someone, anyone, to console her, bring her in, love her. her dress, already tattered and torn, catches on branches and thorns, then she collapses, cold, wet leaves stick to her face and tangle in her long hair, she is helpless, hopeless
are super queer insects. All they want is attention with their constant flashing, its like a drunk sorority girl in panama when girls gone wild are in town.
their are so little and full of light ..they are seen in all that dark arround them..u may not see the big tree but u cannot miss the fireflies..it makes me feel like the stars came to life and are moving from here to there around..they make me think that maybe fairy tales are not just iamgination ..their are pur beauty.
id like to make myself believe that planet earth spins slowly… ten thousand fireflies lit up the world as i fell asleep… beautiful things never last thats why fireflies flash… people are messed up and weird but thats why you love them, if you let those loved ones let go of you and leave your life you will never regret anything more.
i saw little firflies, they absolutely lightened me.
summertime, hot breeze, moist air, peepers, pitch black and sudden flashes of light. green or yellow, disappearing,
i like the band’s song , I don’t know what does it mean exactly it reminds me of butterflies ,lovely weather mist of flowers and extreme relaxation.
pretty, in the summer when i’m alone outside my house in the huge mudfield and by surprise they come and take over my mind, my whole being for these seconds are fireflies and i will never forget how they whirled around like little rubins
fireflies. god, i hate that song. it drives me insane every time my roommate’s ringtone goes off. not that the song itself is much better, but still…ugh. the actual bugs, though, are kind of cool. they have their own story and light up the world in a way that nothing else can.
if anyone in this world could try to die, it certainly would not be the firefly.
I was distracted by a small light when I was standing at the sink doing dishes. You can tell it is summer in the midwest when you start to see the sparklers out. At least that is what my grandson calls them. He loves his sparklers. I love him loving them.. and I love the summer in the midwest.
I like fireflies in the evening, they bore me to distraction in the day /just dull bugs/at night I am in love
do moths follow fire flies? the poor little ugly bugs following the beutiful bugs out of their legue. poor guys.
what the hell are fireflies???
fireflies are insects, but are also used to symbolise things. Their basic and underlying simplicity and seeming insignificance is somewhat inspiring when one sees a group of them together forming an opra of light and appearance despite being nought but a fly in essence.
the light lillte thing that copy the stars. When god looked down and saw he let them live for his amusement. They were the copies that always changed and moved in unpredictable patterns.
you would not believe your eyes/if ten thousand firflies/lit up the world as i feel asleep. that song used to be beautiful until it was played WAY to many times. it reminds me of forests and late nights with the family. peace, calm, flash backs…and s’mores. yum.
I hate that stupid sone “Fireflies” by Owl City. His voice is whiny, and it just makes no sense to me.
I remember catching them in Missouri one summer. I was 17 but felt like I was 5 at the time.
I wish that Tomball had firflies. It would give me something to do at night.
i like fireflies. they glow in the dark and make me warm and fuzzy inside. fireflies are also good to have in the bedroom if you’re afraid of the dark. the best part about them is that you can catch a bunch of them and sell them to science because no one knows why they glow in the dark and then stop and start and stop and start and stop and start. :) sweet life huh?
firesflys cry at my window.
don’t fall asleep
i wish it was that simple to stay here
but my body’s screaming to give in
and ive wanted to give in
so i go down.
fireflies is a song about fireflies that i hate. i hate the mans voice i hate the lyrics. i hate that there are people out there tha listen to such crap. what happened to artists like dean martin billie holliday, and other greats.
fireflies are bottled in in a jar by my bedside. The holes in the top are for the air that will mark the remaining moments before morning when their light has died and all that is left are the carcasses of magic
Fireflies fly freely and franticly,
searching for somewhere to squat for free.
Despite being lit up for all too see,
being a firefly, isn’t for me.
thats succh a shitty song on the radio. but i guess its just like all of the others songs. popular. all new music starts out as shit and is highly criticized, look at the Beatles for example. there is still a point where you should have some skills though, being famous is glorified.
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Light up the world as I fell asleep
Cause they fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You’d think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I’m asleep
Cause everything is never as it seems
Cause I’d get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread (thread, thread)
I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly
It
fireflies are one of the most interesting species of insects, and concidentally the word is the plural of firefly which was perhaps the most unfairly canceled tv show of all time. Firefly was a magnificent story blending styles of science fiction and western movies into an amalgamation of lasers and hilarity.
The song fireflies. Through the skies. Fireflies in our eyes. The light, the burn, the feeling. Freedom.
I like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly.
We hang stars in our windows, rainbows in cups on our desks, and we sing. She strums her guitar while I struggle to tune my ukulele.
We sing.
We live. The stars will be back next year.
A summer evening with children fluttering like the fireflies above them. Swooping. Soaring. Both bug and child in bliss from the warm summer air and the freedoms Summer gives.
Fireflies are lovely. But only at night … When the sun shines they are just ugly bugs. But in the night, they are as pretty as butterflies :)
the fireflies flew right by my ear. They reminded me of fainting and falling into that different world. The world where nothing made sense yet everything was nothing and nothing was everything. The place where it didn’t matter.
beautiful
colorful
lovely
upon
fly
free
little
cute
family
water
fire
horse
red
orange
i will
They were everywhere. I was chasing them farther and and farther into the darkness. They were leading me no where. I lost myself to their light. I lost myself to their beauty.
Fireflies stand out in the night. Like stars on the dark canvas of the sky. Don’t hold them tightly, they’ll bleed through your hands like a broken glow-stick. Don’t let them go, they won’t come back. But let a child find this out on his own, and watch in thirst.
fireflies light the skies every night, I wish i lived in a place where the fireflies were abundant. Their beautiful little lights are so relaxing, I really do with to see mor of them. THat’s why living in a city is so horrid, it kills nature for us all. I wish upon wishes to be in a forest with trees and birds, so i can see nature as it intended to be.
Fireflies stand out in the night. Like stars on the dark canvas of the sky. Don’t hold them tightly, they’ll bleed through your hands like a broken glow-stick. Don’t let them go, they won’t come back. But let a child find this out on his own, and watch in thirst.
one word is like on life to me
its evident that in my world its all i see
i could write a *salilaque”
of my life
but to me thats pooty
because i don’t live to be something else
i live to be me
Lost in the woods, crying in terror, she struggles to walk. Her feet, blistered, bleeding, stumble over roots and rocks, wishing, hoping praying to find someone, anyone, to console her, bring her in, love her. her dress, already tattered and torn, catches on branches and thorns, then she collapses, cold, wet leaves stick to her face and tangle in her long hair, she is helpless, hopeless
The skies in the late spring come to life, with a light of their own.
I grew up knowing them as “lightning bugs,” but Fireflies are the better term. Lightning is too fleeting, and fails to carry the same warm glow.
They don’t light the whole night, but they do make it more enjoyable.
are super queer insects. All they want is attention with their constant flashing, its like a drunk sorority girl in panama when girls gone wild are in town.
Who are you? I see you. Flutter in the night sky
ten thousand fireflies light up the world as i fall asleep. owl city shouldnt sell out they are a great band!
their are so little and full of light ..they are seen in all that dark arround them..u may not see the big tree but u cannot miss the fireflies..it makes me feel like the stars came to life and are moving from here to there around..they make me think that maybe fairy tales are not just iamgination ..their are pur beauty.
id like to make myself believe that planet earth spins slowly… ten thousand fireflies lit up the world as i fell asleep… beautiful things never last thats why fireflies flash… people are messed up and weird but thats why you love them, if you let those loved ones let go of you and leave your life you will never regret anything more.