In the shade of the tree the grass grows long and the cool soil seeps moisture up through my toes. The shade of the leaves filters the light down to my upturned skin, mottling it with a green pattern. The shade of the trees shows the damp earth, its citizens and the wonderful teeming life where outside the circle of the tree the sun parches the earth.
Under the lampshade it sat, a halfclosed book propped open with a stick of chalk. Dust thick on the top, the page number folded over in the corner, the reader sleeping or dead in the bed next to it. The sound of breathing. The end.
the shade of his silk wing, the feathers dribbling off his bone like wax falling from a candle, was fleeting and a slave to the whispering wind that gently fingered the edges of those serrated feathers. angels are good guardians and that summer i didn’t get a single sunburn even though i’m susceptible and my tears never went unnoticed.
i love ot sit in shade and view sunny spaces. it’s amzing how big of a temperature differnce once can bserve between shade made by trees and those made by buildings
when i think of shade, i usually think of trees. I sat in the shade today with my girlfriend jazzy; we had a lot of fun. I don’t really understand the point of this. Why shade? what am i even doing? i really just want this green bar to go to the end so i can check my text message and press stumble again. was i supposed to stay on the topic?
It was a cold day in PEI. The looming shade didn’t help which is funny because shade is such a nice word and when you talk about it, it’s always something negative like “it would have been sunny, except for the shade” You know? I think shade gets a bad rap.
On hot days we really enjoy it. I think it’s mostly in the fall that we don’t like the shade and wish it would just go away,
long summer night beautiful and dreamy so long ago and yet so close i can taste it. so peaceful running and hiding laughing joking seeing knowing the unkown and so great. sitting in the shade
Who doesn’t love to sit in the shade under a willow tree and think? I used to do that in the summertime, or read my favorite book. What wonderful memories are made in the shade.
I sat in the shade of a tree one day, thinking about my life, and all that I hope to accomplish. I wasn’t only dwelling on my hopes and fears for the future, however; I was thinking about my past, the things I regret, and the things that I didn’t have the chance to regret. Should I have done them? Should I have gone down that path, with an ending so dark and uncertain? Perhaps that would have been for the better, but…we’ll see.
A hot summer day. Solace. Finally seeking that one place where you can be alone, or in fact alone with some one. Big branches form a canopy overhead. Protection.
summers coming, sun is bright, pool is cold, everything is great. only thing missing: my black and fabulous shades. the way the sun bounces off them and hits your face makes me want to scream cuz it just makes me wish for even more sunny days. damn, you’re so smoking.
Sitting under the tree in the thick shade of the afternoon I wrote. I didn’t pay attention to the words on the paper just the thoughts that came out through the ink and how they would be delivered vocally.
Shadows on the wall fall in a distorted fashion. Dancing, twisting, seizures of black against the wall. Her heart flutters, watching the pageant of convulsions. No noise, huddled against the blankets draped around her shoulders.
Was the corner of the alley through a drunk stumble. Not the thing that could protect me from my sunshine. The place in my heart where I knew you would hide. I can feel you there I just no you won’t make an appearance. Love my eyes and the islands that hide.
Summer again, Ellie hated it. The park was full of screaming children and their hollering mothers, and there was absolutely no escape from it. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
summer is hot so the earth cools us. Shades protect us from outside society. When we don’t want to be recognized, we hide behind our shades. This is to protect ourselves from the cruelty of others.
Wait, it’s this again. Not the shade! Not the darkness! I don’t want to be trapped. I’m really actually afraid of the dark. Please, please don’t make me stay here on my own. Anything but this. Is that? Is that daybreak? Finally the sun comes out. I’m safe.
the shade in which we sit under to avoid the sun is one that is beneficial because it prevent one skin from turning leather like. it can keep children away from cancer.
the shade is the thing that provides relief from the sun. it can be like looking into the eyes of someone who gives you protection in the midst of hatred
Shade. Its the essence of life. The color of black. The coolness of blue. The freshness of yellow. If only everyone could just sit in the shade everyday for a while and take time to reflect, ponder today’s doings. What would life like be then? Would there still be killings?
Alls she can think about is the crumpled up juice box on the side walk. The way the sirens screamed in her ears. The stretcher being lifted in the ambulance with the little girls hand wavering on the edge. It all happened so fast, she should have hit the breaks.
This is the same word as yesterday! I sat in the shade of the tall oak tree, the sun filtering through its heavy branches/ The sun was hot, but I was cool lying there. I glanced up at the thick canopy of branches and could see lines of the deep blue sky.
When we speak about life we speak only about the superlatives. The best time of our lives, the worst night in years, the only friend. And yet, life is not about that, it is about the shades.
The shade in my window always looks nice inside of my room. I always follow the shade of myself, although sometime I lead. I will always be the shade of my sister and the shade of my brother, they are older and always experience everything before I did. I will never let that happen any where else in my life.
cover our eyes from the sun, keep our eyes from tearing. hide in the shade to hide from the danger. shade, where it is cooler, darker then the rest of the world. shade, where no one will venture unless they are in need of something to cool themselves with. somewhere someone can take a break.
shade keeps me cool as I swelter in the heat of midsummer. In it I feel refreshed, set apart from all those who struggle along the baking footpaths, dragging their feet and lugging their shoulders. From here
The darkness that leaves us behind the sun. It cools us down, yet keeps us in the darkness. Good and bad, somewhat grey. We aren’t sure. It’s like a blind spot that we itch to see with our peripheral vision. Shade can leave us in contentment, even though it can be without knowledge.
i sat in the shade of the tree, contemplating my existence, exactlly WHY i was born. what is the purpose of living? should i just pretend to be happy? i believed i was alone, under the tree, but there were others. there were squirelles and birds, and they were like me.
shade the shade of my soul and robberings floatig thru the conciousness. darkery and saddest, of those who gone thru the farwest and the interpretative excentric movies all night long, babyyy. pure rubberish, whole time, my life flows away
shade purple black clabck dark bad mysterious sexy wordinggg yes. shade the passion lovers fuckers muggers, drugsellers, thieves, whores, gothic metal slutties.
In the shade of the tree the grass grows long and the cool soil seeps moisture up through my toes. The shade of the leaves filters the light down to my upturned skin, mottling it with a green pattern. The shade of the trees shows the damp earth, its citizens and the wonderful teeming life where outside the circle of the tree the sun parches the earth.
shade, a burst of refreshment
a summer day’s refuge
cool dark
lapping, tongue
sweet and
Under the lampshade it sat, a halfclosed book propped open with a stick of chalk. Dust thick on the top, the page number folded over in the corner, the reader sleeping or dead in the bed next to it. The sound of breathing. The end.
the shade of his silk wing, the feathers dribbling off his bone like wax falling from a candle, was fleeting and a slave to the whispering wind that gently fingered the edges of those serrated feathers. angels are good guardians and that summer i didn’t get a single sunburn even though i’m susceptible and my tears never went unnoticed.
i love ot sit in shade and view sunny spaces. it’s amzing how big of a temperature differnce once can bserve between shade made by trees and those made by buildings
when i think of shade, i usually think of trees. I sat in the shade today with my girlfriend jazzy; we had a lot of fun. I don’t really understand the point of this. Why shade? what am i even doing? i really just want this green bar to go to the end so i can check my text message and press stumble again. was i supposed to stay on the topic?
It was a cold day in PEI. The looming shade didn’t help which is funny because shade is such a nice word and when you talk about it, it’s always something negative like “it would have been sunny, except for the shade” You know? I think shade gets a bad rap.
On hot days we really enjoy it. I think it’s mostly in the fall that we don’t like the shade and wish it would just go away,
long summer night beautiful and dreamy so long ago and yet so close i can taste it. so peaceful running and hiding laughing joking seeing knowing the unkown and so great. sitting in the shade
Who doesn’t love to sit in the shade under a willow tree and think? I used to do that in the summertime, or read my favorite book. What wonderful memories are made in the shade.
I sat in the shade of a tree one day, thinking about my life, and all that I hope to accomplish. I wasn’t only dwelling on my hopes and fears for the future, however; I was thinking about my past, the things I regret, and the things that I didn’t have the chance to regret. Should I have done them? Should I have gone down that path, with an ending so dark and uncertain? Perhaps that would have been for the better, but…we’ll see.
A hot summer day. Solace. Finally seeking that one place where you can be alone, or in fact alone with some one. Big branches form a canopy overhead. Protection.
summers coming, sun is bright, pool is cold, everything is great. only thing missing: my black and fabulous shades. the way the sun bounces off them and hits your face makes me want to scream cuz it just makes me wish for even more sunny days. damn, you’re so smoking.
Sitting under the tree in the thick shade of the afternoon I wrote. I didn’t pay attention to the words on the paper just the thoughts that came out through the ink and how they would be delivered vocally.
Shadows on the wall fall in a distorted fashion. Dancing, twisting, seizures of black against the wall. Her heart flutters, watching the pageant of convulsions. No noise, huddled against the blankets draped around her shoulders.
I think of shade in the summer when it rains.
trees and hues
colors and coolness
water dripping down green ravines
light expelling
light dimming
victorian fringes creamy and sweet
Was the corner of the alley through a drunk stumble. Not the thing that could protect me from my sunshine. The place in my heart where I knew you would hide. I can feel you there I just no you won’t make an appearance. Love my eyes and the islands that hide.
Summer again, Ellie hated it. The park was full of screaming children and their hollering mothers, and there was absolutely no escape from it. She raised her hand to shield her eyes from the sun.
I sit in the shade in within my own thoughts, no one owns it but me, it is one with me and here I will stay until I want to hear noise.
cool, relaxing, calming serene, peaceful, heavenly, protectant
summer is hot so the earth cools us. Shades protect us from outside society. When we don’t want to be recognized, we hide behind our shades. This is to protect ourselves from the cruelty of others.
Wait, it’s this again. Not the shade! Not the darkness! I don’t want to be trapped. I’m really actually afraid of the dark. Please, please don’t make me stay here on my own. Anything but this. Is that? Is that daybreak? Finally the sun comes out. I’m safe.
She sits there lonesome in the shade, feeling the cold air brush her brittle skin depriving her from the light and warmth.
the shade in which we sit under to avoid the sun is one that is beneficial because it prevent one skin from turning leather like. it can keep children away from cancer.
the shade is the thing that provides relief from the sun. it can be like looking into the eyes of someone who gives you protection in the midst of hatred
Shade. Its the essence of life. The color of black. The coolness of blue. The freshness of yellow. If only everyone could just sit in the shade everyday for a while and take time to reflect, ponder today’s doings. What would life like be then? Would there still be killings?
Alls she can think about is the crumpled up juice box on the side walk. The way the sirens screamed in her ears. The stretcher being lifted in the ambulance with the little girls hand wavering on the edge. It all happened so fast, she should have hit the breaks.
This is the same word as yesterday! I sat in the shade of the tall oak tree, the sun filtering through its heavy branches/ The sun was hot, but I was cool lying there. I glanced up at the thick canopy of branches and could see lines of the deep blue sky.
shades of gray, the world is nothing but shades of gray, and nothing will ever change that…
When we speak about life we speak only about the superlatives. The best time of our lives, the worst night in years, the only friend. And yet, life is not about that, it is about the shades.
The shade in my window always looks nice inside of my room. I always follow the shade of myself, although sometime I lead. I will always be the shade of my sister and the shade of my brother, they are older and always experience everything before I did. I will never let that happen any where else in my life.
cover our eyes from the sun, keep our eyes from tearing. hide in the shade to hide from the danger. shade, where it is cooler, darker then the rest of the world. shade, where no one will venture unless they are in need of something to cool themselves with. somewhere someone can take a break.
Darkness, a shadow. Cool breeze and a ghost in the whispers of trees. Dark fingers grazing your skin.
shade keeps me cool as I swelter in the heat of midsummer. In it I feel refreshed, set apart from all those who struggle along the baking footpaths, dragging their feet and lugging their shoulders. From here
The darkness that leaves us behind the sun. It cools us down, yet keeps us in the darkness. Good and bad, somewhat grey. We aren’t sure. It’s like a blind spot that we itch to see with our peripheral vision. Shade can leave us in contentment, even though it can be without knowledge.
the tree shade.
in our picnic, listening to the flow of the sea, lonelyness and potatoes will satisfy me. the checkered blanket ….
i sat in the shade of the tree, contemplating my existence, exactlly WHY i was born. what is the purpose of living? should i just pretend to be happy? i believed i was alone, under the tree, but there were others. there were squirelles and birds, and they were like me.
shade the shade of my soul and robberings floatig thru the conciousness. darkery and saddest, of those who gone thru the farwest and the interpretative excentric movies all night long, babyyy. pure rubberish, whole time, my life flows away
shade purple black clabck dark bad mysterious sexy wordinggg yes. shade the passion lovers fuckers muggers, drugsellers, thieves, whores, gothic metal slutties.
TREES….car….window….tomorrow….night….blue….black….snow….sun….