Beautiful. Beauty. The twinkling stars in the sky beckon me to some new universe and world where I am no longer alone and isolated. They prove we are not alone. They prove that there is more to life than just what we experience down here on earth.
The starlight was beautiful. Crisp, angelic, perfect. It brightened the whole sky, her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes sparkling with starlight. It was magnificent.
Because of these broken eyes of mine, I’ve never seen the sun.
But I’ve felt it.
Sometimes warm. Sometimes hot. Skin scortching, or barely felt at all.
Because of these broken eyes of mine, I’ve never seen the stars.
I’ve never felt the stars.
there’s no one left. just me and this big house.
some days I don’t know what to do without you.
the stars were always where you put your mind to peace.
starlight is a funny thing. anything that takes that long to get here seems to me to be only a test of one’s patience. i wonder how often people see stars go out.
The starlight shined through the glass window and into her room. She was always distracted by her thoughts at night, and wished for nothing but sleep. An echo trailed down the hallway.
She stares across the soccer field, breathing hard. The stars glint and shimmer overhead, little secrets whispering under the light of the full moon and bright ones over head. She is sweating, but somehow it feels more refreshing than uncomfortable there, under the summer sky.
Trying to navigate the stupid campsite by starlight was not a task easly accomplished, especially when Ciara had sp[ent a total of thirty minutes campimping since she freaked out in third grad during a Girl Scout Campout and had to go home before dark.
a little glimpse of the starlight, and my mind just wanders. what have i done wrong? did i even do anything right? thinking is all that i can do. my gritty hands no longer move in sync with each other, because of the fear they feel, and the hope that has left.
Starlight… I will be chasing the Starlight…. :) My favorite song. It makes me so happy :)
It’s funny how simple things like songs can change someone’s mood in an instant. :)
I love looking back over words I have written. Hindsight and the passage of time often adds new complexities to what, at the time, might have seemed normal or routine. I think of my life at the time, the people I loved, the days that felt lighter than air and the times I didn’t feel like getting out of bed. Creative works are like a window into the past, like starlight just reaching earth a thousand years after the gaseous ball puffed up and flared out.
It was a bit past eleven, though the exact time I cannot recall. Shayna lifted up the rim of the straw hat she wore, and for the first time I could see life in her eyes. I don’t think that moment will ever leave me, the stars, her eyes, and my old straw hat.
romantic evenings, lovers holding hands on a park bench. they stare at the stars, their heads angled towards one another, feeling so small under the magnitude of of the celestial bodies above.
We sit under the starlight, like he always promised. He always promised to kiss me there too. Is it what I want? If I really wanted it, would I even question the thought? I want to, please do. But don’t. Confusion.
oh thats really beautiful but i think there really is no starlight for us on this planet! i mean of course there is but it is not really a bright light is it? so if its not that bright or not bright at all can it really be that beatiful? i think its hard to explain what i mean but perhaps someone understand what i want to sax! but yeah its really beautiful even if i think its not really a light but more a shimmering shine so it should probably be named starshine!
The starlight glinted through the window and reflected back from her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, like the last thing she had seen before she died had been captured there
starlight is the one thing in this world that not only illuminates the world, it also illuminates a spark in your heart that makes you want to move on in life. Persistence is triggered by starlight. Hope for the future, love and inspiration is magnified in the midst of starlight.
OOH, what a beautiful word! Kind of reminds me of Stargirl, a fictional yet inspiring character. She brings starlight into a dim, cloudy world in much need of her charismatic grace and love. Weird server error gave me another minute to reflect. But I don’t really have much more to say.
My best friend’s favorite band is Muse. She is utterly obsessed with it. This girl really means a lot to me. We’ve been friends for over three years. I don’t think we’ve ever had a fight. We share so much in common. She’s always there for me, and I her. She gives the best advice.
Starlight, Starbright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I would wish a hundred times for your life and a life where we could grow old together. You are my only wish.
I hate this feeling. Trapped. Lying at the bottom of a dank and mildewed well. Been here long enough that my only thoughts are stuck on being a child and wishing for my mother to lull me to a comfortable sleep with the opening line of ‘starlight, star bright’, proffering the assurance that I will awake in the morning, safe and sound.
Beautiful. Beauty. The twinkling stars in the sky beckon me to some new universe and world where I am no longer alone and isolated. They prove we are not alone. They prove that there is more to life than just what we experience down here on earth.
The starlight was beautiful. Crisp, angelic, perfect. It brightened the whole sky, her eyes. Her beautiful green eyes sparkling with starlight. It was magnificent.
We drank
We danced
We drove to the next town.
We drank
We danced
We partied through to dawn.
We drank
We danced
We swam in the ocean
We imprinted footmarks and hearts in the sand.
We left the crowd
We drove past the starlight to the village mountain top.
We stayed till sunlight
We admired the view.
My fondest
My summer
Your left
Your love
Your starlight shines on.
light that is a star i saw tthe starlight pass through the night it is beautiful and is cool
In the third tri-mester of the eighth districts school year the innuendo that spawned the detrneratio
Starlight. That’s what you are. Intangible. Wishful. A gleam of hope. A child’s prayer.
starbright. darkness, cool breeze, warm arms, bright shining dancing points of light, farther than i can ever reach, thankful you’re close
Because of these broken eyes of mine, I’ve never seen the sun.
But I’ve felt it.
Sometimes warm. Sometimes hot. Skin scortching, or barely felt at all.
Because of these broken eyes of mine, I’ve never seen the stars.
I’ve never felt the stars.
there’s no one left. just me and this big house.
some days I don’t know what to do without you.
the stars were always where you put your mind to peace.
starlight is a funny thing. anything that takes that long to get here seems to me to be only a test of one’s patience. i wonder how often people see stars go out.
Starlight, Star bright,
Tell me, will I sleep tonight?
With my mind set alight?
With knowing I do nothing right?
Upon a night
the flattest footed
beast stares
at the glaring starlight
and wonders
if his eyes are meant
to see anything
but darkness
The starlight shined through the glass window and into her room. She was always distracted by her thoughts at night, and wished for nothing but sleep. An echo trailed down the hallway.
She stares across the soccer field, breathing hard. The stars glint and shimmer overhead, little secrets whispering under the light of the full moon and bright ones over head. She is sweating, but somehow it feels more refreshing than uncomfortable there, under the summer sky.
Trying to navigate the stupid campsite by starlight was not a task easly accomplished, especially when Ciara had sp[ent a total of thirty minutes campimping since she freaked out in third grad during a Girl Scout Campout and had to go home before dark.
the night is bright, the starlight caught by the ripples on the water.
starlight star bright o the stars i see tonight. they build me up and tear me down. o the stars i see; the sound. stars are shooting along til dawn.
a little glimpse of the starlight, and my mind just wanders. what have i done wrong? did i even do anything right? thinking is all that i can do. my gritty hands no longer move in sync with each other, because of the fear they feel, and the hope that has left.
Starlight… I will be chasing the Starlight…. :) My favorite song. It makes me so happy :)
It’s funny how simple things like songs can change someone’s mood in an instant. :)
I love looking back over words I have written. Hindsight and the passage of time often adds new complexities to what, at the time, might have seemed normal or routine. I think of my life at the time, the people I loved, the days that felt lighter than air and the times I didn’t feel like getting out of bed. Creative works are like a window into the past, like starlight just reaching earth a thousand years after the gaseous ball puffed up and flared out.
Star light Star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
the stars tonight are bright my eyes are hurting bleak solitude.
Give time, sky light.
drawing a blank on this word. i kno everyone will be referencing the poem from childhood tho.
Lit by starlite without shadow makes the obvious masked as subtlety…
Starlight, Star bright, how I wish I could find a star to wish on tonight…
Starlight starbright i am reminded of a nursery rhyme with three children in a wooden show fishing for the hairing fish
the starlight shines in the black sky. it makes my blue eyes wonder throughout the sky and it makes me feel like im in love.
It was a bit past eleven, though the exact time I cannot recall. Shayna lifted up the rim of the straw hat she wore, and for the first time I could see life in her eyes. I don’t think that moment will ever leave me, the stars, her eyes, and my old straw hat.
romantic evenings, lovers holding hands on a park bench. they stare at the stars, their heads angled towards one another, feeling so small under the magnitude of of the celestial bodies above.
We sit under the starlight, like he always promised. He always promised to kiss me there too. Is it what I want? If I really wanted it, would I even question the thought? I want to, please do. But don’t. Confusion.
oh thats really beautiful but i think there really is no starlight for us on this planet! i mean of course there is but it is not really a bright light is it? so if its not that bright or not bright at all can it really be that beatiful? i think its hard to explain what i mean but perhaps someone understand what i want to sax! but yeah its really beautiful even if i think its not really a light but more a shimmering shine so it should probably be named starshine!
The starlight glinted through the window and reflected back from her eyes, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, like the last thing she had seen before she died had been captured there
starlight is the one thing in this world that not only illuminates the world, it also illuminates a spark in your heart that makes you want to move on in life. Persistence is triggered by starlight. Hope for the future, love and inspiration is magnified in the midst of starlight.
OOH, what a beautiful word! Kind of reminds me of Stargirl, a fictional yet inspiring character. She brings starlight into a dim, cloudy world in much need of her charismatic grace and love. Weird server error gave me another minute to reflect. But I don’t really have much more to say.
the only time that I have seen them. It was wonderful. I remember it. Cheers for reminding me.
starlight star bright first star i see tonight wish i may wish i might have the dream i wish tonight…. sigh to bad there isn’t any stars up tonite
My best friend’s favorite band is Muse. She is utterly obsessed with it. This girl really means a lot to me. We’ve been friends for over three years. I don’t think we’ve ever had a fight. We share so much in common. She’s always there for me, and I her. She gives the best advice.
starlight, starbright. u make me feel small in the world, as it should be.
Starlight, Starbright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I would wish a hundred times for your life and a life where we could grow old together. You are my only wish.
I hate this feeling. Trapped. Lying at the bottom of a dank and mildewed well. Been here long enough that my only thoughts are stuck on being a child and wishing for my mother to lull me to a comfortable sleep with the opening line of ‘starlight, star bright’, proffering the assurance that I will awake in the morning, safe and sound.