She glimpsed through the door. She could not believe her eyes. There was a dark man standing behind it. He would have killed her mother if she would not have entered just now. Now it was too late for both of them…
when we glimpse at something we first hav to realise how much that thing or object means to us and in what it is goin to influence our life……..that is the whole essence of life isnt it!
I glimpsed to the corner of the street. A homeless man walked with what looked to be a heavy pack on his back. They carry their life in one bag, I thougt to myself. I have everything in a house, yard, car, ipod, camera, phone, tv, Mac etc
is something that happens like a shimmer… its only there for more than a millisecond where your attention is entirely on that one thing, its something that keeps your going but keeps you interested. It has everything you need to know…
I glimpse a black and white cow on the side of the road. I glimpse many things, past and present. Little snippets that clash together and crumble and fall out back into the whirlpool of time that I was born from, that I bear. I glimpse a smile hidden behind a layer of hair, bangs, a secret smile
I just caught a glimpse of my future. I’m sitting here, typing, trying to make sense of it. Where is my place in this world? Am I the superhero or the villian?
In a glimpse it all became clear to me. A face passing in the crowd. A stranger. Yet, not a stranger at all. She was at once everything to me. Everything.
And then she was gone. A butterfly wing sounding in a hurricane.
glimpse is all that i need each day, a glimpse of you, a chance to just see your face. there’s no need to talk, you don’t even need to know i’m there. your strangely melancholy face draws me in like a moth to flame
All I could see is what she did. All I could see was that fucking glimpse. Her with her red hair is all I could see.
It’s really just a glimpse.
I mean, after all, that’s all it is. I can see her ass. I can see her nipples protruding. But, really, it’s just a glimpse of it. I wish I could see more, but all I know is that, man.
Glimpses, I looked over, a mere glimpse but the corpse remained. How long had it been there? And what was I supposed to do about it? I stood over and kicked the body. “stupid corpse” I said. I couldnt believe I was in this situation again.
But a glimpse of God’s glory is all that I seek, really. All that would satisfy me forever. But I can’t get it. I don’t know how to. I watch and I pray and I read and I plead with God to show me, to reveal Himself, to let me in on the Great Big Secret that is His eternity and divine plan for the universe, but. But He chooses to be silent. And I’m fine with that, really. I’m fine. And kind of lonely. God, give me eyes so that I can see, ears so that I can hear, a soul that thirsts for you and a heart that will praise you forever and ever and ever amen.
He turned around and fell to his knees, his hands over his eyes and the blood rushing to his head. It wouldn’t leave his mind, and it wouldn’t leave his mind for some time. The wake of it would exist as the inversion of its source: ironically, he clutched the deep and lasting pain.
The sudden change in weather made her heart stop. She didn’t think that the rain would come so soon. With arms arched over her head she ran into the coffee shop and stood in the window looking outside. That was when she caught a glimpse of him. The man of her dreams, strolling down the sidewalk not aware of the sudden changed in weather and completely care-free.
When he first came to my door, I barely took a glimpse at him, I was so nervous. But it was fine, because he was as cute as I hoped he would be, cuter even, maybe. I took a lot of glimpses after that.
I saw a glimpse through chaos of the swirling shadows through the blurry colours that dance and fade in and out through the flickering light beyond what we see where the sun stands still and the light outshines the day and we need neither lamp nor star to guide us into that world without end I will go there with you
He saw just a glimpse of her beautful smile. That was all he needed though, he was in love her. He had never believed in love at first sight, until he saw that smile, until he saw those blue eyes, that stawberry blonde hair that built up the most beautiful looking woman he would ever see in his entire life. All it took was a glimpse to change his life.
she glimpsed Jack in seventh grade. she glimpsed his shoulder after he lilled himself on a boy walking in downtown Oneonta. It wasn’t Jack she glimpsed/
I saw him as he stood there
His big eyes caught my attention immediately
Even though it was only a glimpse
I wanted to look again
but I could not
If I took a glimpse again
I wouldn’t be able to look anywhere else
glimpse into the future is what we all desire. Imagine being able to see how life would be if you could see just for a moment what those little decisions you make on a daily basis could effect your life. Wish we all could take a glimpse once in a while.
see watch wander in the wander of eyes. wait and see the edge of a beatiful thing a slice of the right side of your eye. a shot a snapshot a gun a bullet a bullet of sight that confuses but intrigues. what to say
A simple look, very quick. I caught a glinpse of her standing at by the soda machine. I don’t think she saw me, but she sure did look hot. Nice little min-skirt and high heels.
a sky full of something. a snatch of reality or imagined existence. something is there. you saw it, but where? what? WHY? what is that thing ahead, behind. a glimpse into your mind…
i took a glimpse in the mirror and didn’t like waht i saw. the glimpse was of someone i didnot know anymore. someone old it was a glimpse into my past. the past i want to leave behind me.
i had a glimpse into my future and i liked wahat was there. happiness and love and nothing holding me back.
It’s a rare glimpse into the world of the unknown, when you can correct your teachers about something they just said. Admittedly the knowledge came from a different class, but still, that made the experience no less heady. It was odd, yet strangely enlightening to realize that my college professors are no less human than the students that they teach.
I took one look at the plane when i was seven years old and my life pretty much followed from there. somehow, this metal beast could fly. My imagination took off. I had to be the one in the cockpit some day.
He left before I could ask him any more questions, this man, who all I knew about him was that he knew my father, more than likely killed my father, and doesn’t take his hat off when he enters a house.
Glimpse of time, glimpse of him, glimpse of her. I don’t know what it means anymore. I think I got lost a bit along wthew ay, got a glimpse of greatness and found myself chasing just this, a glimpse. I don’t know what to do or think anymore because what else is there for me to do. I had a glimpse of love thinking it could be real, and I found myself thinking and doing nothing and I don’t know why.
As I look through the glass window, I see a frog, suddenly I’m thrusted back in time into a glimpse of time when I was but a young child. I sat at the end of a pond where through the shrubs I see a glimpse of a frog staring back at me, as I thrust forward at it it dissapears, leaving me empty handed.
Catching a glimpse of something is pretty annoying. I mean, you get a vague, general idea of what it is, but you’re never 100% sure… “Oh God I just saw a bunch of guns! Oh, nevermind, it’s just sticks.”
See everything in the plainest light, but only for a moment. Don’t bother with looking at it straight on. Fast glance from the corner of your eye, no one else really knows what it was. A little bit of a sight, not knowing what and where things were. Everything seen through a fog, but not obvious.
As I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of what could be, of all the things of which I had ever dreamt, as though the Fates had woven it in the very fabric of my existence.
Yesterday I caught a glimpse,
Of some hookers and hoes and a couple pimps.
I thought premortal cause they acted like chimps,
they had gangsta clothes and they all had limps.
to glimpse is to take a snapshot of the world and then need another go
to glimpse is the unbelievable
whhile you glimse you dont think
you do
you see
and thats the most important thing isn’t it?
its just a quick take at life, a memento of that moment. and then its gone forever lost in the annals of YUR BRAIN
gone!
glimse.
glim
next time you take a glimpse see if you remember it in 5 minutes time, you wont butr its still there :)
I can almost taste summer. Sitting here with the windows open with a warm breeze blowing the curtains around, I have a tiny glimpse of freedom and relaxation. It makes finishing my finials so much harder than it has to be. It steals my motivations as all I want to do is be home.
She glimpsed through the door. She could not believe her eyes. There was a dark man standing behind it. He would have killed her mother if she would not have entered just now. Now it was too late for both of them…
when we glimpse at something we first hav to realise how much that thing or object means to us and in what it is goin to influence our life……..that is the whole essence of life isnt it!
I glimpsed to the corner of the street. A homeless man walked with what looked to be a heavy pack on his back. They carry their life in one bag, I thougt to myself. I have everything in a house, yard, car, ipod, camera, phone, tv, Mac etc
is something that happens like a shimmer… its only there for more than a millisecond where your attention is entirely on that one thing, its something that keeps your going but keeps you interested. It has everything you need to know…
I glimpse a black and white cow on the side of the road. I glimpse many things, past and present. Little snippets that clash together and crumble and fall out back into the whirlpool of time that I was born from, that I bear. I glimpse a smile hidden behind a layer of hair, bangs, a secret smile
I just caught a glimpse of my future. I’m sitting here, typing, trying to make sense of it. Where is my place in this world? Am I the superhero or the villian?
In a glimpse it all became clear to me. A face passing in the crowd. A stranger. Yet, not a stranger at all. She was at once everything to me. Everything.
And then she was gone. A butterfly wing sounding in a hurricane.
glimpse is all that i need each day, a glimpse of you, a chance to just see your face. there’s no need to talk, you don’t even need to know i’m there. your strangely melancholy face draws me in like a moth to flame
All I could see is what she did. All I could see was that fucking glimpse. Her with her red hair is all I could see.
It’s really just a glimpse.
I mean, after all, that’s all it is. I can see her ass. I can see her nipples protruding. But, really, it’s just a glimpse of it. I wish I could see more, but all I know is that, man.
I wish I could have her. I wish I could look.
But, all I can do is glimpse from time to time.
That’s it. That’s all.
Glimpses, I looked over, a mere glimpse but the corpse remained. How long had it been there? And what was I supposed to do about it? I stood over and kicked the body. “stupid corpse” I said. I couldnt believe I was in this situation again.
But a glimpse of God’s glory is all that I seek, really. All that would satisfy me forever. But I can’t get it. I don’t know how to. I watch and I pray and I read and I plead with God to show me, to reveal Himself, to let me in on the Great Big Secret that is His eternity and divine plan for the universe, but. But He chooses to be silent. And I’m fine with that, really. I’m fine. And kind of lonely. God, give me eyes so that I can see, ears so that I can hear, a soul that thirsts for you and a heart that will praise you forever and ever and ever amen.
He turned around and fell to his knees, his hands over his eyes and the blood rushing to his head. It wouldn’t leave his mind, and it wouldn’t leave his mind for some time. The wake of it would exist as the inversion of its source: ironically, he clutched the deep and lasting pain.
The sudden change in weather made her heart stop. She didn’t think that the rain would come so soon. With arms arched over her head she ran into the coffee shop and stood in the window looking outside. That was when she caught a glimpse of him. The man of her dreams, strolling down the sidewalk not aware of the sudden changed in weather and completely care-free.
When he first came to my door, I barely took a glimpse at him, I was so nervous. But it was fine, because he was as cute as I hoped he would be, cuter even, maybe. I took a lot of glimpses after that.
I saw a glimpse through chaos of the swirling shadows through the blurry colours that dance and fade in and out through the flickering light beyond what we see where the sun stands still and the light outshines the day and we need neither lamp nor star to guide us into that world without end I will go there with you
He saw just a glimpse of her beautful smile. That was all he needed though, he was in love her. He had never believed in love at first sight, until he saw that smile, until he saw those blue eyes, that stawberry blonde hair that built up the most beautiful looking woman he would ever see in his entire life. All it took was a glimpse to change his life.
she glimpsed Jack in seventh grade. she glimpsed his shoulder after he lilled himself on a boy walking in downtown Oneonta. It wasn’t Jack she glimpsed/
I saw him as he stood there
His big eyes caught my attention immediately
Even though it was only a glimpse
I wanted to look again
but I could not
If I took a glimpse again
I wouldn’t be able to look anywhere else
glimpse into the future is what we all desire. Imagine being able to see how life would be if you could see just for a moment what those little decisions you make on a daily basis could effect your life. Wish we all could take a glimpse once in a while.
see watch wander in the wander of eyes. wait and see the edge of a beatiful thing a slice of the right side of your eye. a shot a snapshot a gun a bullet a bullet of sight that confuses but intrigues. what to say
A simple look, very quick. I caught a glinpse of her standing at by the soda machine. I don’t think she saw me, but she sure did look hot. Nice little min-skirt and high heels.
a sky full of something. a snatch of reality or imagined existence. something is there. you saw it, but where? what? WHY? what is that thing ahead, behind. a glimpse into your mind…
i took a glimpse in the mirror and didn’t like waht i saw. the glimpse was of someone i didnot know anymore. someone old it was a glimpse into my past. the past i want to leave behind me.
i had a glimpse into my future and i liked wahat was there. happiness and love and nothing holding me back.
It’s a rare glimpse into the world of the unknown, when you can correct your teachers about something they just said. Admittedly the knowledge came from a different class, but still, that made the experience no less heady. It was odd, yet strangely enlightening to realize that my college professors are no less human than the students that they teach.
Glimpse means looking, a stolen look. A look of shyness, longing, forbidden love. It means ignorance. Take a longer look, don’t glimpse.
glimpse at the images that appear when you close your eyes. Can you remember them? They fade more quickly than you’d like.
I took one look at the plane when i was seven years old and my life pretty much followed from there. somehow, this metal beast could fly. My imagination took off. I had to be the one in the cockpit some day.
of you, of him, of them sleeping.
first glimpses, last glimpses.
my sweet dog’s face both first and last.
He left before I could ask him any more questions, this man, who all I knew about him was that he knew my father, more than likely killed my father, and doesn’t take his hat off when he enters a house.
Glimpse of time, glimpse of him, glimpse of her. I don’t know what it means anymore. I think I got lost a bit along wthew ay, got a glimpse of greatness and found myself chasing just this, a glimpse. I don’t know what to do or think anymore because what else is there for me to do. I had a glimpse of love thinking it could be real, and I found myself thinking and doing nothing and I don’t know why.
As I look through the glass window, I see a frog, suddenly I’m thrusted back in time into a glimpse of time when I was but a young child. I sat at the end of a pond where through the shrubs I see a glimpse of a frog staring back at me, as I thrust forward at it it dissapears, leaving me empty handed.
Catching a glimpse of something is pretty annoying. I mean, you get a vague, general idea of what it is, but you’re never 100% sure… “Oh God I just saw a bunch of guns! Oh, nevermind, it’s just sticks.”
Goddamn human nature.
See everything in the plainest light, but only for a moment. Don’t bother with looking at it straight on. Fast glance from the corner of your eye, no one else really knows what it was. A little bit of a sight, not knowing what and where things were. Everything seen through a fog, but not obvious.
As I turned the corner, I caught a glimpse of what could be, of all the things of which I had ever dreamt, as though the Fates had woven it in the very fabric of my existence.
Yesterday I caught a glimpse,
Of some hookers and hoes and a couple pimps.
I thought premortal cause they acted like chimps,
they had gangsta clothes and they all had limps.
to glimpse is to take a snapshot of the world and then need another go
to glimpse is the unbelievable
whhile you glimse you dont think
you do
you see
and thats the most important thing isn’t it?
its just a quick take at life, a memento of that moment. and then its gone forever lost in the annals of YUR BRAIN
gone!
glimse.
glim
next time you take a glimpse see if you remember it in 5 minutes time, you wont butr its still there :)
glimpse of me glimpse of you. i caught a glimpse then gtlimsed times 2
I caught a glimpse of success, once. But it passed like that ever so elusive vision of God.
A glimpse into my soul. A glimpse into my heart would tell you, I’m not sure about much these days. In fact, I think it would tell you I need a nap.
I can almost taste summer. Sitting here with the windows open with a warm breeze blowing the curtains around, I have a tiny glimpse of freedom and relaxation. It makes finishing my finials so much harder than it has to be. It steals my motivations as all I want to do is be home.