sounds like lautner not really but they both have ls and a and n t e r holy shit. omg this is so nerveracking i am a horrible speller. this we would so much cooler if i was saying something worth reading but im not. so this lame i have to submit this? oh no. whose gonna have to read this? fuuuuuck. time is running out.
You are my lantern to light my path when I cannot see. I hold you in your glory against the flame. I use my mind, you carry with you eyes for both of us, and we see as we run down the path. I feel an ache in my knee, but the light carries me. It flickers, but holds steady. You light the path. I watch my steps, but trust that you will follow.
I once had a nice looking lantern that was green and had the shape of an obese cat. I adored that odd piece of furniture, it gave me a sense of being. A personality of some sort.
“Come on Zavvy” Charlie whines, loudly as wrap myself even tighter in the quilt I’d made of scraps of fabric I’d found pretty much any place I could find. The pattern on it was the reason I was being so stubborn. “It’s not that cold and Patchwork Falling Star’s fans aren’t going to be happy if you’re not there” I roll my eyes and stare out the window at the beautiful Boston skyline; glowing like Chinese lanterns at night.
a lantern is portable light, more romantic than a flashlight, less romantic thana candle. its somewhere in between technology and the primitive. no matter what phase it comes in, a light is our guide. it is light and heat, it stands for hope and love. on the days of our lives that feel like power outages, like nothing is working, like someone pulled the plug on our faith, we will always have fire.
He cursed and fumbled with the lighter in the dark. After turning it over several times, nearly dropping it, and then finally figuring out how to work it.. He then attempted flicking it several times, but when he nothing more than faint a spark, he cursed once more and threw it aside, where it clattered on the hardwood and slid into the corner. The lantern sat on the table, mocking him with its yet-unlit wick.
I don’t know when the first time I saw a latern was. Maybe it was when me and my family were at cracker barrel, early in my childhood. I used to like going there. I had a hard childhood and I had a lot of social problems. No home problems, my parents were rich and I had a good future ahead of me. But my god damn social problems. Food was my escape…
She tripped over the torn paper latern. It rolled forlornly on the floor, leaving a spiral dust trace. It’s once cheerful blossoms now greyed. Completely useless. “Kinda like me”, she sighed. Foreign to most eyes & useless in ignorant hands. Ignorant hands in an ignorant land. How she hated this place. ugck. Lifeless, loveless disembodied people. She guessed they were people. Just not HER people.
so i bought this sweet lantern from ross a few days ago. i loved it so much, i mentioned it in my facebook status. its rainbow, art deco, and the candle shines so beautifully in it.
it’s a lie. you think it’s a light, but really it’s a flame, ready to get you, ready to burn you. it hurts a little to look at, and that’s it’s warning. it will take you if it can get you, like so many thousands of maggots devouring at your flesh. like a giant meal to it, it will burn you alive, searing at you flesh.
Oaken staff and swinging lantern, yo / Stroll deserted streets at midnight, oh / Careless steps ye wander to and fro / Holler just to hear your voice echo / Sereno! Sereno!
I USED THE LATERN TO TURN MORGAN ON, i SHOVED IT IN MY MOUTH BUT IT DIDN’T WORK THE GLASS FROM THE BULB SHATTERED IN MY MOUTH AND THE BLOOD CAME POURING OUT SHE STARTED TO CRY AND I WAS DYING SLOWLY SHE FREAKED OUT, IT WAS SAD.
latern fantern my turn to travel to saturn wrong turn at venus look whos going to see us a alien a dino or maybe a flying rhino all i know is to travel to see kind mino mino but why why why go
lanterns are cool i guess..when i think of lanterns i think of slaves on the underground railroad..is that weird? well too bad. i wish lanterns were still used today. even though they are for camping but still. lanterns deserve more credit i think.
The glowing of the lantern in the night gave her the comfort she needed. Just tonight, when everything went wrong, no one was there for her. Now, even a little light was enough. It was just enough for tonight.
she turned to her left just as the lantern swung around and crashed into her face, she felt the glass shatter and the warmth rush to her cheek, she mustered up her last bit of strength and protectvely swung her hands in front of the bleeding gash and just as she did she saw the blue rock that she had first notice when she decided to hide in the forest. The rock was being swung at her face, and as she recognized the shade of blue and realized she had seen this rock before she noticed the same color stone in her murderer’s ring and ironically thats the last thing she would ever see.
Turn your lanterns low. There is a beast outside. There’s a fire beyond control. There’s a fire in the hole. Thoughts are getting low, turn your lanterns low. Turn your lanterns low.
I swung the rusty lantern and it creaked fro mall the rust of it. I exclaimed, “Heaven! IS this really that old?” Henry said, “Aye.” I shook my head in distrust and kept going. I called, “Todd? Where are you?” I heard, “You don’t fancy finding him like that, do you?”
She took the lantern that glowed vivacously in the darkness. It was a ball of brilliant orange-yellow courd light that glowed imensly down on her face.
A small construct of wood and paper, swaying gently in the breeze. It cast its light out into the abyss, into the night, illuminating the grass and the dancing leaves on the trees. Crickets sounded quietly in the distance, and a touch of cold drifted through the air.
the lantern spilled its light out of the small window onto the bare sidewalk and small shrubs that grew pressed tight against the house. the lantern lit inside as well, keeping the
Jack o lantern, based on the irish folktale of the man with the pumpkin…thats all i remember. also, one if by land, two if by sea, and the lantern like a night light scaring away all potential monsters in the dark. ummm. oh it just dinged at me.
She lit the lantern and walked outside towards the barn. The snow crunched under her boots. The moon lay just above the treetops and cast shadows on the snow. She could hear the horses nickering in their stalls, eager for her evening visit. Just outside the barn, a cat stood eagerly awaiting a quick stroke of its fur as she entered the barn aisle.
The lantern is hot. It burned my hand. It’s beautiful in this darkness. it glows. it glows. I love the glow. it’s red and yellow and blue in the world of blackness. Yellow burns my eyes. It holds memories. It holds anger. It’s ugly.
the lantern swung gently, as the boat rocked in the current, casting its light over the deck. i held the lanterns poll high above the ship peering out onto the dark water in front of me.
He stepped out of the carriage holding a lantern dangling from his wrist. It swayed in the breeze like the old cottage farm he used to have, he used to care for. The trees were so green. This city is filth, the streets are sewage, and he never once got to see his lover again.
sounds like lautner not really but they both have ls and a and n t e r holy shit. omg this is so nerveracking i am a horrible speller. this we would so much cooler if i was saying something worth reading but im not. so this lame i have to submit this? oh no. whose gonna have to read this? fuuuuuck. time is running out.
boo
the glow of the fire
smiles gently on the skin
of the child
“for whom do you glow for?”
jack-knifed screams in
its face as it’s
done for.
light my path before me and leave all else in darkness. show me the way forward and allow all past transgressions both by me and to me fade into dusk.
You are my lantern to light my path when I cannot see. I hold you in your glory against the flame. I use my mind, you carry with you eyes for both of us, and we see as we run down the path. I feel an ache in my knee, but the light carries me. It flickers, but holds steady. You light the path. I watch my steps, but trust that you will follow.
i held the lantern up into the air trying to luminate the world around me.
I once had a nice looking lantern that was green and had the shape of an obese cat. I adored that odd piece of furniture, it gave me a sense of being. A personality of some sort.
“Come on Zavvy” Charlie whines, loudly as wrap myself even tighter in the quilt I’d made of scraps of fabric I’d found pretty much any place I could find. The pattern on it was the reason I was being so stubborn. “It’s not that cold and Patchwork Falling Star’s fans aren’t going to be happy if you’re not there” I roll my eyes and stare out the window at the beautiful Boston skyline; glowing like Chinese lanterns at night.
a lantern is portable light, more romantic than a flashlight, less romantic thana candle. its somewhere in between technology and the primitive. no matter what phase it comes in, a light is our guide. it is light and heat, it stands for hope and love. on the days of our lives that feel like power outages, like nothing is working, like someone pulled the plug on our faith, we will always have fire.
He cursed and fumbled with the lighter in the dark. After turning it over several times, nearly dropping it, and then finally figuring out how to work it.. He then attempted flicking it several times, but when he nothing more than faint a spark, he cursed once more and threw it aside, where it clattered on the hardwood and slid into the corner. The lantern sat on the table, mocking him with its yet-unlit wick.
I don’t know when the first time I saw a latern was. Maybe it was when me and my family were at cracker barrel, early in my childhood. I used to like going there. I had a hard childhood and I had a lot of social problems. No home problems, my parents were rich and I had a good future ahead of me. But my god damn social problems. Food was my escape…
oh the latern it glowed so luciously. the moths swarmed it and even i was attracted to it in the summer heat.it was oh so beautiful.
hangning in the windows. chinese people, night, darkness, eerie, cold,
She tripped over the torn paper latern. It rolled forlornly on the floor, leaving a spiral dust trace. It’s once cheerful blossoms now greyed. Completely useless. “Kinda like me”, she sighed. Foreign to most eyes & useless in ignorant hands. Ignorant hands in an ignorant land. How she hated this place. ugck. Lifeless, loveless disembodied people. She guessed they were people. Just not HER people.
so i bought this sweet lantern from ross a few days ago. i loved it so much, i mentioned it in my facebook status. its rainbow, art deco, and the candle shines so beautifully in it.
watch out for those old radioactive lanterns!
it’s a lie. you think it’s a light, but really it’s a flame, ready to get you, ready to burn you. it hurts a little to look at, and that’s it’s warning. it will take you if it can get you, like so many thousands of maggots devouring at your flesh. like a giant meal to it, it will burn you alive, searing at you flesh.
Oaken staff and swinging lantern, yo / Stroll deserted streets at midnight, oh / Careless steps ye wander to and fro / Holler just to hear your voice echo / Sereno! Sereno!
a light in the dark an the rain guiding people home, a spot in the darkness a sign of hope for others and a place of shelter to rest a hostel.
cmon cmon mon like a poke or a john bonbon pumpkin on a skateboard but nirvana pled rape me royally toy common snese foil me
I USED THE LATERN TO TURN MORGAN ON, i SHOVED IT IN MY MOUTH BUT IT DIDN’T WORK THE GLASS FROM THE BULB SHATTERED IN MY MOUTH AND THE BLOOD CAME POURING OUT SHE STARTED TO CRY AND I WAS DYING SLOWLY SHE FREAKED OUT, IT WAS SAD.
latern fantern my turn to travel to saturn wrong turn at venus look whos going to see us a alien a dino or maybe a flying rhino all i know is to travel to see kind mino mino but why why why go
lanterns are cool i guess..when i think of lanterns i think of slaves on the underground railroad..is that weird? well too bad. i wish lanterns were still used today. even though they are for camping but still. lanterns deserve more credit i think.
The glowing of the lantern in the night gave her the comfort she needed. Just tonight, when everything went wrong, no one was there for her. Now, even a little light was enough. It was just enough for tonight.
light, shadows, camping, patio, spooky,mysterious, adventure, friends, books,
she turned to her left just as the lantern swung around and crashed into her face, she felt the glass shatter and the warmth rush to her cheek, she mustered up her last bit of strength and protectvely swung her hands in front of the bleeding gash and just as she did she saw the blue rock that she had first notice when she decided to hide in the forest. The rock was being swung at her face, and as she recognized the shade of blue and realized she had seen this rock before she noticed the same color stone in her murderer’s ring and ironically thats the last thing she would ever see.
Stingy Jack used a turnip as a lantern. He had a hot coal thrown from the devil that he put inside. Thanks Jack-o-lantern.
Turn your lanterns low. There is a beast outside. There’s a fire beyond control. There’s a fire in the hole. Thoughts are getting low, turn your lanterns low. Turn your lanterns low.
I swung the rusty lantern and it creaked fro mall the rust of it. I exclaimed, “Heaven! IS this really that old?” Henry said, “Aye.” I shook my head in distrust and kept going. I called, “Todd? Where are you?” I heard, “You don’t fancy finding him like that, do you?”
She took the lantern that glowed vivacously in the darkness. It was a ball of brilliant orange-yellow courd light that glowed imensly down on her face.
A small construct of wood and paper, swaying gently in the breeze. It cast its light out into the abyss, into the night, illuminating the grass and the dancing leaves on the trees. Crickets sounded quietly in the distance, and a touch of cold drifted through the air.
Dozens of lanterns, lined up like soldiers, lit the frosty drive.
the lantern spilled its light out of the small window onto the bare sidewalk and small shrubs that grew pressed tight against the house. the lantern lit inside as well, keeping the
a light in the dark held by someone who requires vision at night.
Jack o lantern, based on the irish folktale of the man with the pumpkin…thats all i remember. also, one if by land, two if by sea, and the lantern like a night light scaring away all potential monsters in the dark. ummm. oh it just dinged at me.
She lit the lantern and walked outside towards the barn. The snow crunched under her boots. The moon lay just above the treetops and cast shadows on the snow. She could hear the horses nickering in their stalls, eager for her evening visit. Just outside the barn, a cat stood eagerly awaiting a quick stroke of its fur as she entered the barn aisle.
light at the end of the tunnel, a yellow glow, and reminds one of times gone by, perhaps of other countries too,
The lantern is hot. It burned my hand. It’s beautiful in this darkness. it glows. it glows. I love the glow. it’s red and yellow and blue in the world of blackness. Yellow burns my eyes. It holds memories. It holds anger. It’s ugly.
the lantern swung gently, as the boat rocked in the current, casting its light over the deck. i held the lanterns poll high above the ship peering out onto the dark water in front of me.
He stepped out of the carriage holding a lantern dangling from his wrist. It swayed in the breeze like the old cottage farm he used to have, he used to care for. The trees were so green. This city is filth, the streets are sewage, and he never once got to see his lover again.