The lights in the hospital were vibrate and heavy on the eyes. The smell alone in the hallway was enough to make my nose wrinkle and my sight to narrow as I walked. Every turn either left or right, didn’t seem to matter as my path was already predetermined.
bright colorful pink and happy glittery dancing disco balls put on your platter paint shirt on and lets go party. and dance dance dance. bright neon bulbs flashing. its all so bright and colorful.
Those ugly lights. They cast such eerie shadows across people’s faces. Making it seem like you’re in some lost dungeon, or a cave, festering with evil spirits. The sinister light creeps up your spine making your worst nightmares a reality.
fluorescent. Tiny rooms where the walls are made of wood and insulation, with nothing but a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling… lit? unlit? I leave it lit in my head so I can see the room.
I’ve seen many rooms like this. I used to tell people I was allergic to insulation or wood, stupid as I was, just so I could avoid going in there. Those rooms scared me. I’d think of being walled up in there forever, a body forgotten, nobody to care. That’s what scared me most of all, the last thing. Nobody to care.
Harsh lights. They make me tired, I think. too much flickering. No one looks good under them. In case we didn’t look bad enough. She’s angry, I’m miserable.
the bright light of awful photos, bad skin and breakouts. like the sun burning flesh and wide eyes scorching sin. The glass bulb breaks with fierce echo
When I was a child, I spent a good amount of time with my family in India. My first memories were of the bright fluorescent lights that illuminated the rooms and the brightly colored walls. I’d see the occasional lizard as well as swarms of mosquitoes swarming around the lit areas of the room.
Lights. Like the kind in a hospital in the area where you wait. Nobody likes the lights there. They’re too bright, too harsh. They show things that nobody wants to see, makes you notice things that are supposed to be kept hidden. Or maybe in a bathroom, the lights are too bright, you can see every blemish, every bad mark.
High school. The lights in my classroom were fluorescent. I remember not being allowed to touch the lightbulbs because they were fragile. Once, one of the lights was messed up and we could see the waves going through it. How appropriate for science class.
Fluorescent lighting. Makes my skin look bad. Makes it look like the TV is always on when I leave my bathroom light on to sleep at night. Is lifeless. Doesn’t make anything alive look alive.
the light was fluorescent and it glowed like my sister when she sees her family or when she’s holding hands with her abusive boyfriend. fluorescent like the summer sun at lions park and like when the light shines through the trees. bright like your aura and shining like your presence in a room. like god on sunday.
bam. bright light. feeling pretty psyched. is it a neon sign lighting up in front of a store? or is it someone’s extremely colorful t-shirt? whatever it is, its amazing. its bold, its daring, its amazing. people are staring. its everything you wanted to be.
I really like lights. Especially fluorescent ones. But why should I write about a word that some one tells me to write about? Can I not choose my own word? why not my own word that means something to mean? Maybe thats what fluorescent lights are all about.
So my best friend and I have been shopping lately for my birthday outfit. I am getting a bunch of friends together for a roller skating party and I want to rock the 80’s for this party. We are having tons of fun with all the super bright colors and patterns. It is awesome!
I stared up at the burning lights and my pupils burnt. It glowed like lemonade and probably tasted like it too. Little lace moths flocked around the illumination and sheathed the rods like a delicate fur. Light filtered through the delicate wings and speckled my face as if from the canopy of a gossamer forest.
youre shining so brightly lady. you look lovey my adolescent. we should go out tonight under the fluorescent lights. join me please, you wont want to miss this.
The fluorescent lights were blaring and…well, they gave me a headache. I’d been working on this paper for far too long, and I was getting virtually nowhere. I got up and flicked the light switch, then returned to my work. That was better. But now I had to go to the bathroom. I wasn’t getting anything done.
The light was bright, florescent. It shone through the room sharp like a knife. The light shone beauty, proving the existence of her life, her value, her days. Her days were fun, cute, and relevant to her goals. She was going to be a doctor: an expert in field. Life had laid down it’s blueprints.
She caught my attention that one May 6th. She walked off that platform, looking like the travel had got the best of her; but she had my attention anyways. The way she walked like she knew exactly where she was – when she obviously didn’t – and the way she wore that fluorescent ribbon around her messy ponytail… it was all but perfection, yet she had me from that moment anyway.
I hate this type of lighitng not only because it shows off every single flaw there is on my body but also because its in the doctors office. Im not sure anyone enjoys the doctor.. and if they do they are absolutely insane. I wonder why they created such horrid lighting anyway?
It is a colour. I used to wear it a lot when I was younger. Especially when I lived in Portugal. It was fashion back then. Pretty embarrassing, but funny at the same time. I wish my friends back then warned me about it. But then again, they did the same mistake. The pictures tell it all.
As i sat in the white room, the buzz of the fluoresent lights above was the only sound to be heard, besides my own breathing. What did they want me for? Why was i here? Was i going to die? Who was behind all of this?
those questoins kept circling in my head, around and around like a marry-go-round. I twisted and pulled at the hem of my blue shirt they had given me.
green fluorescent screens that tower over me in this dark and cold cathedral of steel.
I try and stop my brain from turning over and over, so I can think and speak and scream to the top of my senses.
My bones are exposed. From across the room, his gaze feels like the fluorescent lights of a department store, drilling through me unsympathetically. I become bones and skin, I am a patient under the microscope. I swear my soul lies in there somewhere, but my soul needs space. It needs to grapple around in the darkness, it cannot bear this light.
The fluorescent lights made her art project a nasty shade of pink, one that wasn’t that way in the workroom. As the judges walked around Casey got nervous. She new with this color pattern that there was no way she would win the prize. If only she had more time to plan. The bulbs flickered and with hope she grabbed a pencil off a nearby desk. Shooting it at the ceiling she punctured the light. Her display area went dark and she renewed her chance at winning.
He died his hair a fluorescent green last night. I would know since I was freakin’ stalking him through the salon window. Oh, and did I mention he got a mohawk too?
light bulb
better for the enviroment
really bright
hurts eyes if you stare too long
fluorescent lights-windmill
song gabby used to sing to
fun to sing too
song
BRIGHT!
energy efficient
long word
put into light sockets
11 letters
1 word
lights-usually curly and swirly looking
my mind is fluorescent
it flickers on and off
and on and off.
my head can’t take it anymore
the flys keep bumping into me
and on and off
stop flys. fuck you flys.
and on and off.
Fluorescent lights. That’s in a lyric in the song “Things That Scare Me” by Neko Case.
Oh, I love Neko Case.
light. normally i can relate fluorescent to light, for physical motives. also reminds me of a song by the Arctic Monkeys.
The lights in the hospital were vibrate and heavy on the eyes. The smell alone in the hallway was enough to make my nose wrinkle and my sight to narrow as I walked. Every turn either left or right, didn’t seem to matter as my path was already predetermined.
bright colorful pink and happy glittery dancing disco balls put on your platter paint shirt on and lets go party. and dance dance dance. bright neon bulbs flashing. its all so bright and colorful.
Those ugly lights. They cast such eerie shadows across people’s faces. Making it seem like you’re in some lost dungeon, or a cave, festering with evil spirits. The sinister light creeps up your spine making your worst nightmares a reality.
CYCLE, go cycle, the
wheels are fluorescent, they
can see you
in the darkness, there’s
always a brightness
fluorescent. Tiny rooms where the walls are made of wood and insulation, with nothing but a naked bulb hanging from the ceiling… lit? unlit? I leave it lit in my head so I can see the room.
I’ve seen many rooms like this. I used to tell people I was allergic to insulation or wood, stupid as I was, just so I could avoid going in there. Those rooms scared me. I’d think of being walled up in there forever, a body forgotten, nobody to care. That’s what scared me most of all, the last thing. Nobody to care.
Harsh lights. They make me tired, I think. too much flickering. No one looks good under them. In case we didn’t look bad enough. She’s angry, I’m miserable.
the bright light of awful photos, bad skin and breakouts. like the sun burning flesh and wide eyes scorching sin. The glass bulb breaks with fierce echo
When I was a child, I spent a good amount of time with my family in India. My first memories were of the bright fluorescent lights that illuminated the rooms and the brightly colored walls. I’d see the occasional lizard as well as swarms of mosquitoes swarming around the lit areas of the room.
Lights. Like the kind in a hospital in the area where you wait. Nobody likes the lights there. They’re too bright, too harsh. They show things that nobody wants to see, makes you notice things that are supposed to be kept hidden. Or maybe in a bathroom, the lights are too bright, you can see every blemish, every bad mark.
High school. The lights in my classroom were fluorescent. I remember not being allowed to touch the lightbulbs because they were fragile. Once, one of the lights was messed up and we could see the waves going through it. How appropriate for science class.
light, illumination charming optimism gentle to the eyes tube-light cfl helps eases life,
Fluorescent lighting. Makes my skin look bad. Makes it look like the TV is always on when I leave my bathroom light on to sleep at night. Is lifeless. Doesn’t make anything alive look alive.
the light was fluorescent and it glowed like my sister when she sees her family or when she’s holding hands with her abusive boyfriend. fluorescent like the summer sun at lions park and like when the light shines through the trees. bright like your aura and shining like your presence in a room. like god on sunday.
fluorescent contestants to vest tiny investments in green effervescent suggestions of lessened emission.
bam. bright light. feeling pretty psyched. is it a neon sign lighting up in front of a store? or is it someone’s extremely colorful t-shirt? whatever it is, its amazing. its bold, its daring, its amazing. people are staring. its everything you wanted to be.
I really like lights. Especially fluorescent ones. But why should I write about a word that some one tells me to write about? Can I not choose my own word? why not my own word that means something to mean? Maybe thats what fluorescent lights are all about.
So my best friend and I have been shopping lately for my birthday outfit. I am getting a bunch of friends together for a roller skating party and I want to rock the 80’s for this party. We are having tons of fun with all the super bright colors and patterns. It is awesome!
I stared up at the burning lights and my pupils burnt. It glowed like lemonade and probably tasted like it too. Little lace moths flocked around the illumination and sheathed the rods like a delicate fur. Light filtered through the delicate wings and speckled my face as if from the canopy of a gossamer forest.
is shiny and very colourful. makes for tacky short lived clothing. is what happens to rats if u put stuff in them. is a flamingo. is plasticy.
youre shining so brightly lady. you look lovey my adolescent. we should go out tonight under the fluorescent lights. join me please, you wont want to miss this.
The fluorescent lights were blaring and…well, they gave me a headache. I’d been working on this paper for far too long, and I was getting virtually nowhere. I got up and flicked the light switch, then returned to my work. That was better. But now I had to go to the bathroom. I wasn’t getting anything done.
purple, neon, tube, uv, future, bright, orange, shangai, laser hocker, desk, white paint, uv paint, bright, headaches, hum, club
The light was bright, florescent. It shone through the room sharp like a knife. The light shone beauty, proving the existence of her life, her value, her days. Her days were fun, cute, and relevant to her goals. She was going to be a doctor: an expert in field. Life had laid down it’s blueprints.
She caught my attention that one May 6th. She walked off that platform, looking like the travel had got the best of her; but she had my attention anyways. The way she walked like she knew exactly where she was – when she obviously didn’t – and the way she wore that fluorescent ribbon around her messy ponytail… it was all but perfection, yet she had me from that moment anyway.
I hate this type of lighitng not only because it shows off every single flaw there is on my body but also because its in the doctors office. Im not sure anyone enjoys the doctor.. and if they do they are absolutely insane. I wonder why they created such horrid lighting anyway?
It is a colour. I used to wear it a lot when I was younger. Especially when I lived in Portugal. It was fashion back then. Pretty embarrassing, but funny at the same time. I wish my friends back then warned me about it. But then again, they did the same mistake. The pictures tell it all.
As i sat in the white room, the buzz of the fluoresent lights above was the only sound to be heard, besides my own breathing. What did they want me for? Why was i here? Was i going to die? Who was behind all of this?
those questoins kept circling in my head, around and around like a marry-go-round. I twisted and pulled at the hem of my blue shirt they had given me.
green fluorescent screens that tower over me in this dark and cold cathedral of steel.
I try and stop my brain from turning over and over, so I can think and speak and scream to the top of my senses.
The smell. So sweet, savoring, delicate. Making one be reluctant to smell for fear of over praising and being captivated by such a fluorescent scent.
My bones are exposed. From across the room, his gaze feels like the fluorescent lights of a department store, drilling through me unsympathetically. I become bones and skin, I am a patient under the microscope. I swear my soul lies in there somewhere, but my soul needs space. It needs to grapple around in the darkness, it cannot bear this light.
bright colourful beautiful light show the way leader sign neon shine can light the sky wonder gaze glow
The fluorescent lights made her art project a nasty shade of pink, one that wasn’t that way in the workroom. As the judges walked around Casey got nervous. She new with this color pattern that there was no way she would win the prize. If only she had more time to plan. The bulbs flickered and with hope she grabbed a pencil off a nearby desk. Shooting it at the ceiling she punctured the light. Her display area went dark and she renewed her chance at winning.
Lights
Unflattering
Even if you’re beautiful
Natural Light
Is free
Flattering
Bulbs
He died his hair a fluorescent green last night. I would know since I was freakin’ stalking him through the salon window. Oh, and did I mention he got a mohawk too?
Uhhhh…you’ve caught me at a bad time. It’s the weekend…my brain’s turned off.
neon yellow and green pink stripes black light showing all of our stains to the world our sins glowing for the world to see
light bulb
better for the enviroment
really bright
hurts eyes if you stare too long
fluorescent lights-windmill
song gabby used to sing to
fun to sing too
song
BRIGHT!
energy efficient
long word
put into light sockets
11 letters
1 word
lights-usually curly and swirly looking
my mind is fluorescent
it flickers on and off
and on and off.
my head can’t take it anymore
the flys keep bumping into me
and on and off
stop flys. fuck you flys.
and on and off.