The cigarette glowed underneath the heat lamp in the streets of Vegas. Derek watched nervously as he waited for her to arrive. What would she look like? What would be expected of him? He couldn’t imagine what he would do if he choked under the pressure. He flicked the cigarette butt on the ground and fumbled for another in his coat pocket. As his shaking hands tried to steady the lighter long enough to light the cigarette, he heard a woman’s voice. “Derek?”
So I have a great big ugly bruise on my hip now. When I saw you today, and you smiled at me and waved, I walked into the pull door, which I could swear was a push door just yesterday. My cheeks are still glowing bright red…
Her pregnancy had taken a toll on Astria. Throwing up, stomach pains, and stress. Eben though, only one way could describe the way she looked: glowing.
Ok. So I went a little overboard. Apparently I was ‘on top of him’ which I probably was. But you know, when you’ve waited for him for so long, and the opportunity presents itself right in front of you, and hes smiling, arms open, lips parted, waiting for you to dive into his mouth and press yourself close against him for minutes on end, you kinda lose it. So yeah, I went over board. Do I look like I care? I’m glowing inside.
while we jauntily walked along, she, the wonderful she, was standing there, glowing. glowing radiantly for all to see. for all to see her glory. In good times and bad, seeing her glow, with the exuded self-confidence she doesn’t have, and yet…
I am glowing because i am the most beautiful human specimen in the history of the earth. Just kidding I was chilling next to Hiroshima when the bomb went off and now I still glow of radiation poisoning. It’s kind of beat. Like I don’t want my kids to have three balls and 10 eyes but life is life. God damn America just blowing shit up all day everyday. I have this yellow glow about me that blinds everyone.
Spinning faster and faster, she was a blur on the dance floor. THe sound of the steady jazz played by the negro musicians thumped in the background. He knew that he would only have one chance with this goddess and he wasn’t going to blow it. He could tell from her glowing rosey red cheeks that she was his.
Her smile was glowing. Who knew why. She was beautiful, not the kind in magazines or television or the red carpet. She was a kind of beautiful that you were born with. Something philosophers would call “above the mind” or something poetic like that.
thats the only way he could describe it. it exhuded a pure radience unlike anything he had ever seen. It wasn’t unlike the moon in the sky, an orb emitting light, brightening up the otherwise darkness.
She was glowing as she stood outside with him. Hand in hand they stood there staring at the stars with endless possibilities. They had no money, no home… but in the end they had the most valuable thing…each other. Live and Love.
Glowing sky in the night from the beautiful rays of the moon. Showing the world the beauty of true nature, not some man made material, the true beauties of nature. Glowing over every city in the world, sending out its message to every single person alive. Nothing will ever outshine the moon, the moon is what it is, and nothing will ever put it down.
You’re glowing, I could swear the moon isn’t as bright as you are. The stars would bow in defeat. Not even the sun can hold its light in comparison. You are glowing, beautifully, elegantly, you are glowing, and you are mine.
Writing about it always. Always seeing never touching. Poke, poke, poke at nothing. Yet it calls out from the everyday smog, calling out to the ocean wanderers. Forever there. Always.
Glowing, it’s what the sun does on a hot summer day. It gives you the feeling that despite the heat, you are content because the vision before you, makes you realize that there has to be something greater out there in this world…something bigger than all of us.
It was glowing, an unnaturally glow that should not radiate from a place so dark. Being the curious thing that I am, I followed this light, and at the end of this strange glowing cave i found a bright orange stone, no, not orange, purple. Oh gosh, its changing colors.
She walked out of the room and I knew something had happened. She wasn’t glowing anymore. She had the pinched, unhealthy look of someone that had suffered greatly in a short amount of time.
“I lost the baby.” she said.
I gasped. Five months along you assume that nothing will happen. She sat down next to the nurses’ desk and placed her hands on her stomach, a gesture that she hadn’t thought of
glowing. The word glowing makes me think of a young woman, pregnant with her first child. Glowing in happiness and health. It also makes me think of a young girl glowing at the fact that she has found her first love. Glowing. Like the stars in the night sky, or the neon glowsticks the young girl has in the summertime.
The sun was shining on her pearly skin, dewy. I couldnt look away. It was captivating. She caught me and i looked away bashfully. But she turned my face back to stare at her. Nothing ever seemed to shine quite as bright as her. I leaned in instinctively.
your eyes are glowing, a swift sense that flows from your sight to my knees; they buckle and my heart grows for you.
your glowing eyes which allow for my sincerity to collapse and allow your glowing eyes in.
she looked at him skeptically. his bright eyes, so urgent, so wanting. they were on a stairwell as peers rushed by. and finally she gave in and said yes.
The screen was glowing as I checked my e-mail on your laptop. I went to the bathroom and when I came back to go back on it you had turned it off. What was it that you didn’t want me to see? I’m not stupid. The fact that I can’t look at your laptop or phone is suspicious. It makes me want to break up with you over it. I can’t trust you.
it happened on thursday–i finally saw the truth of it all. love happens even if it’s not the correct circumstances, even if it doesn’t seem to fit in a perfect world. the truth glowed. and i had to let him go.
She comes sweeping down the stairs; her mother has a camera close at hand. Beautiful, he thinks. The perfect prom date. She glides. She smiles. She is radiant. She is glowing.
in the dark the light was glowing on the wall. shadows flickering with the passion of the candle. and the love that was being made. or supposed to be made, she was in tears and he was walking out the door. would he come back? and would she love again? how
like a ghost in fog on a lake in the mountains on a boat on the waves nonexistent flowing sideways forwards backwards to the shore, ever moving, ever shifting, ever glowing under a half moon.
glowing. like stars, like the stars in the dim sky that make it bright. right now. there are stars glowing. not just stars outside, but people glow like stars too. I have some stars in my life, and they are THE BEST. there glow makes me glow. stars. : ) I hope you find a bright star for your own life.
Time has stopped on it’s own again, having envisioned your eyes and your smile with your voice sounding as sweet as maple, you appear before me. And as you keep your silent gestures to yourself and walk by inadvertently trying to be unnoticed as you always do. But it’s impossible for you to be unnoticed. You glow.
Fairies glow, fire flies glow. I see glowing bugs, whimsy fancy in a flush green yard at dusk. I have jar and no fire flies. Give me more time. I just want a little more time to get just one.
the lights always glow. i love when i see the sun glowing so bright so that i can lay out all day and know that ill have color by the end of it. i see the moon glowing at night and it brightens my mood, especially when its full! i love glow sticks. i love to rage. ayyyo. techno raves are my thing lolzzz not.
Glowing candles are something you use during Hannukah and my jewish friend has lots of candle s to share i like the colour yellow it makes me think of the sun that glows . Ghosts glow and they fly
fluorescent and burning bright, illuminating the ceiling. a pregnant woman sits. sweating. glowing like when she first had the sex that conceived the child. like a day at the gym. the moon at night. when she danced at rave parties. sweating from raving. dancing. the nightlife. a night club. glowing like aliens. she was an extra terrestrial. the extra ordinary. a light. a supernatural being. a devine being. in power. in love. blanketed by paramounts. this was going to be the birth of her first son.
Glowing is like a glow stick and light comes out of it. I like to use them on Halloween, and if you put them in the freezer they work longer. The moon glows its actually really pretty just looking up at the moon and stars at night. I do admit to being scared of moons though, considering I’m a werewolf. Professor Lupin and I cower at the thought.
Two cherry pepper plants, the dew glistened on the red ripeness like new love.
And we wondered why you left.
We wondered why you left us like that,
leaving a trail of shimmer in your wake.
Since then this place has been dull and grey and you should come back.
Growing this garden won’t do us any good if you’re not here to tend it with me.
Come back.
i
The stick glowed in the haunting darkness, floating almost magically amidst the midnight black
Shining.
Radience.
She struts.
So surely.
Never knowing.
Never needing.
Never wanting.
The cigarette glowed underneath the heat lamp in the streets of Vegas. Derek watched nervously as he waited for her to arrive. What would she look like? What would be expected of him? He couldn’t imagine what he would do if he choked under the pressure. He flicked the cigarette butt on the ground and fumbled for another in his coat pocket. As his shaking hands tried to steady the lighter long enough to light the cigarette, he heard a woman’s voice. “Derek?”
So I have a great big ugly bruise on my hip now. When I saw you today, and you smiled at me and waved, I walked into the pull door, which I could swear was a push door just yesterday. My cheeks are still glowing bright red…
Her pregnancy had taken a toll on Astria. Throwing up, stomach pains, and stress. Eben though, only one way could describe the way she looked: glowing.
Ok. So I went a little overboard. Apparently I was ‘on top of him’ which I probably was. But you know, when you’ve waited for him for so long, and the opportunity presents itself right in front of you, and hes smiling, arms open, lips parted, waiting for you to dive into his mouth and press yourself close against him for minutes on end, you kinda lose it. So yeah, I went over board. Do I look like I care? I’m glowing inside.
while we jauntily walked along, she, the wonderful she, was standing there, glowing. glowing radiantly for all to see. for all to see her glory. In good times and bad, seeing her glow, with the exuded self-confidence she doesn’t have, and yet…
I am glowing because i am the most beautiful human specimen in the history of the earth. Just kidding I was chilling next to Hiroshima when the bomb went off and now I still glow of radiation poisoning. It’s kind of beat. Like I don’t want my kids to have three balls and 10 eyes but life is life. God damn America just blowing shit up all day everyday. I have this yellow glow about me that blinds everyone.
Spinning faster and faster, she was a blur on the dance floor. THe sound of the steady jazz played by the negro musicians thumped in the background. He knew that he would only have one chance with this goddess and he wasn’t going to blow it. He could tell from her glowing rosey red cheeks that she was his.
Her smile was glowing. Who knew why. She was beautiful, not the kind in magazines or television or the red carpet. She was a kind of beautiful that you were born with. Something philosophers would call “above the mind” or something poetic like that.
thats the only way he could describe it. it exhuded a pure radience unlike anything he had ever seen. It wasn’t unlike the moon in the sky, an orb emitting light, brightening up the otherwise darkness.
She was glowing as she stood outside with him. Hand in hand they stood there staring at the stars with endless possibilities. They had no money, no home… but in the end they had the most valuable thing…each other. Live and Love.
Glowing sky in the night from the beautiful rays of the moon. Showing the world the beauty of true nature, not some man made material, the true beauties of nature. Glowing over every city in the world, sending out its message to every single person alive. Nothing will ever outshine the moon, the moon is what it is, and nothing will ever put it down.
sparkles of the last of the evening sun dance across the warm glowing water like a happy children’s nightlight plugged into the wall
The ebullience, the soft halo;
there is nothing like that smile
in your eye:
but it is without the presence
I see you clearly-
in the fading of light, in the absence.
You’re glowing, I could swear the moon isn’t as bright as you are. The stars would bow in defeat. Not even the sun can hold its light in comparison. You are glowing, beautifully, elegantly, you are glowing, and you are mine.
Writing about it always. Always seeing never touching. Poke, poke, poke at nothing. Yet it calls out from the everyday smog, calling out to the ocean wanderers. Forever there. Always.
Glowing, it’s what the sun does on a hot summer day. It gives you the feeling that despite the heat, you are content because the vision before you, makes you realize that there has to be something greater out there in this world…something bigger than all of us.
It was glowing, an unnaturally glow that should not radiate from a place so dark. Being the curious thing that I am, I followed this light, and at the end of this strange glowing cave i found a bright orange stone, no, not orange, purple. Oh gosh, its changing colors.
She walked out of the room and I knew something had happened. She wasn’t glowing anymore. She had the pinched, unhealthy look of someone that had suffered greatly in a short amount of time.
“I lost the baby.” she said.
I gasped. Five months along you assume that nothing will happen. She sat down next to the nurses’ desk and placed her hands on her stomach, a gesture that she hadn’t thought of
glowing. The word glowing makes me think of a young woman, pregnant with her first child. Glowing in happiness and health. It also makes me think of a young girl glowing at the fact that she has found her first love. Glowing. Like the stars in the night sky, or the neon glowsticks the young girl has in the summertime.
The sun was shining on her pearly skin, dewy. I couldnt look away. It was captivating. She caught me and i looked away bashfully. But she turned my face back to stare at her. Nothing ever seemed to shine quite as bright as her. I leaned in instinctively.
your eyes are glowing, a swift sense that flows from your sight to my knees; they buckle and my heart grows for you.
your glowing eyes which allow for my sincerity to collapse and allow your glowing eyes in.
she looked at him skeptically. his bright eyes, so urgent, so wanting. they were on a stairwell as peers rushed by. and finally she gave in and said yes.
The screen was glowing as I checked my e-mail on your laptop. I went to the bathroom and when I came back to go back on it you had turned it off. What was it that you didn’t want me to see? I’m not stupid. The fact that I can’t look at your laptop or phone is suspicious. It makes me want to break up with you over it. I can’t trust you.
it happened on thursday–i finally saw the truth of it all. love happens even if it’s not the correct circumstances, even if it doesn’t seem to fit in a perfect world. the truth glowed. and i had to let him go.
The first thing Paul saw was her face, pale but glowing. A contradiction of sorts. Her black heels
She comes sweeping down the stairs; her mother has a camera close at hand. Beautiful, he thinks. The perfect prom date. She glides. She smiles. She is radiant. She is glowing.
in the dark the light was glowing on the wall. shadows flickering with the passion of the candle. and the love that was being made. or supposed to be made, she was in tears and he was walking out the door. would he come back? and would she love again? how
The street light was warming the damp street with its glow. Sylvia walked under its cheery light before walking on into the dreary night.
like a ghost in fog on a lake in the mountains on a boat on the waves nonexistent flowing sideways forwards backwards to the shore, ever moving, ever shifting, ever glowing under a half moon.
glowing. like stars, like the stars in the dim sky that make it bright. right now. there are stars glowing. not just stars outside, but people glow like stars too. I have some stars in my life, and they are THE BEST. there glow makes me glow. stars. : ) I hope you find a bright star for your own life.
Time has stopped on it’s own again, having envisioned your eyes and your smile with your voice sounding as sweet as maple, you appear before me. And as you keep your silent gestures to yourself and walk by inadvertently trying to be unnoticed as you always do. But it’s impossible for you to be unnoticed. You glow.
Fairies glow, fire flies glow. I see glowing bugs, whimsy fancy in a flush green yard at dusk. I have jar and no fire flies. Give me more time. I just want a little more time to get just one.
the lights always glow. i love when i see the sun glowing so bright so that i can lay out all day and know that ill have color by the end of it. i see the moon glowing at night and it brightens my mood, especially when its full! i love glow sticks. i love to rage. ayyyo. techno raves are my thing lolzzz not.
Glowing candles are something you use during Hannukah and my jewish friend has lots of candle s to share i like the colour yellow it makes me think of the sun that glows . Ghosts glow and they fly
fluorescent and burning bright, illuminating the ceiling. a pregnant woman sits. sweating. glowing like when she first had the sex that conceived the child. like a day at the gym. the moon at night. when she danced at rave parties. sweating from raving. dancing. the nightlife. a night club. glowing like aliens. she was an extra terrestrial. the extra ordinary. a light. a supernatural being. a devine being. in power. in love. blanketed by paramounts. this was going to be the birth of her first son.
Glowing is like a glow stick and light comes out of it. I like to use them on Halloween, and if you put them in the freezer they work longer. The moon glows its actually really pretty just looking up at the moon and stars at night. I do admit to being scared of moons though, considering I’m a werewolf. Professor Lupin and I cower at the thought.
They glowed in the sunlight.
Two cherry pepper plants, the dew glistened on the red ripeness like new love.
And we wondered why you left.
We wondered why you left us like that,
leaving a trail of shimmer in your wake.
Since then this place has been dull and grey and you should come back.
Growing this garden won’t do us any good if you’re not here to tend it with me.
Come back.