The bulb in your dress is wearing out
give me some cheese so the light shines through the screen
of darkness
now leave it to the bulb for the lightening masses
There I was, in a stark room, staring at a single light bulb. Was I mad? How had I gotten here? One moment I was asleep in my own bed, the next, in a strange place.
Baby
Ur
Love
Beats
haha i dont know, i think of light bulbs, and thank god we have light bulbs, cause without light i wouldnt be able to get up and pee at 3 am, id trip over my laptop cord and die xD
light, batteries. blub . all i can think about is a freaking light bulb. its making me kind of nervous actually …. okay . i want this to stop , im supposed to be creative . ive got absolutlet nothing .
The light flashes, blinding me. I wish it would shine brighter because it is barely penetrating my soul. I know it sounds weird, but I knew I was guilty. I knew once, but now I don’t think I am. The light turns off and old, like it’s broken. Broken like me. It doesn’t want to be broken but it is…like me.
DING. the idea went off in her head, cartoon lightbulb, bright face, figner in the air – the whole shebang. She knew exactly what was going on. And, as expected, the bright face fell, the finger in the air fell, and hte bulb turned into a balloon which fizzled dissapointedly. She knew there was no way she could get out of it this time.
I went into my room and fumbled around to find the light switch, just to find out that the bulb had blown. Damn. Okay. Now i am to go out into the living room or something and find anther bulb or a flashlight. why can’t anything in my life go as planned.
His nose was staring at me, a great big pink bulb. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, though I knew it was rude. I so wanted to move my eyes up to meet his, but there it was…. like a pink onion in the middle of his face and a magnet for my sight.
You are my bulb you harness my light
There is no one..nothing else that could hold me
completely in serenity and
allow me to shine…
to brighten the lives of all those around me
I am grateful
for your company
the light the life. a plant in seed ready to come forth. an idea in motion exploding like the light from the sun. the ground , earth, dirt. Life and ideas.
big bulb that is what I’m thinking about a round thing something that can’t be slammed or eaten a bulb like a belly like a bell like a time in life that is full of things. bulbous and wonderful. bulb
The iris hadn’t come up. She’d planted it in last spring, carefully and delicately digging the hole, and now she was eagerly waiting, afraid that it wouldn’t ever bud. She remembered her grandmother telling her how to properly plant it, and the smile in her eyes as she placed the bulb in her hands.
This word makes me think of flowers but the first thing I thought of was an exploding lightbulb. (Possibly a grand idea, but more than likely a surge of anger ripping through the wires and shattering the glass, a drop of the heart like the one I felt today and right now.)
light round glass the luminescent bulb glimmer in the small room barley light the floor as the detective walkied in he noticed somthing strange on the desk.
the light that lit my room
was not from the small bulb of light
but from the small bulb of the flower
that mother had planted for me
she came in
every day
when ever she could
and watered it
took care of it
pruned it into perfection
sumthing that apparently she didn’t want to to do to me
how much money does it cost for a light bulb? Including labor and all. Once at a job interview I was asked to think of 15 questions about the light bulb. Are you thinking on your feet?
The light bulb went off in my head, and I knew why things could never go back to normal. They wanted to be compassionate. Hell, they thought they were compassionate. But what they didn’t know, and what I could never tell them was that they didn’t have it inside themselves to show sympathy for others. The realization hurt so much that I bent over and started sobbing uncontrollably. Everything would change, and it would start now.
I gaze at my feet as the thin metal door opens. The light bulb flickers slightly as he slams the door.
He grabs my chin and pulls my face up, forcing me to look at him.
“Are you ready to talk, Daniel?” he sneers.
He uses my first name. I hate that about him. I spit in his face.
The light bulb clicked on in her head. She understood. Finally, she understood.
He was who he was. She had known that, of course. Or, at least, she thought she had.
Was it really such a surprise that he had done it again? No, no, she guessed not. But she didn’t have to react the same way. She didn’t have to be the same daft girl she had been. She had a choice now: stay or go.
I just read a bunch of entries about bulbs, oh shit my dad is talking about the Ripley’s aquarium and its kind of difficult for me to write about bulbs. I think it would be cool to go buy some bulbs and plant some flowers. Not lightbulbs though. I can’t imagine that to be a very thrilling experience. It is pretty cool to look at the little curly thing inside of them and try to fathom what exactly goes on inside of them. But its difficult for me to grasp.
It’s a light that shines about your head. It makes you think. Did you know that Mr. Franklin’s light bulbs are still burning? The original ones. But, to make money, he made them burn out faster. Neat, isn’t it. But also a pain. Because I particularly don’t like changing light bulbs.
the light bulb exploded. it just did, out of nowhere. the glass fragments hit the walls, hit me, lit up the place for a second, as if they had caught on fire, as if electricity could stick onto them for one last lightning show.
Bulb…Light bulb. Thomas Edison invented it? I never was any good at the physics behind it all.Is there a light that has no bulb?Is that even possible?Light, without it we would be in the dark.
The bulb erupted from its spot in the moist ground. “I miss you,” the only words coming to mind as the tiny forget-me-not grew into the picture. That tiny little flower just reminded me so much of her presence that was forever carved on the surface of my memory. I love her so much, as a friend and sister.
A bare light bulb illuminates the room, humming in the background of your thoughts. It illuminates you, too. Or, so you think. You’ve stumbled upon some kind of epiphany. You feel you have gained some much desired insight on your poor, miserable life. But the light bulb flickers. Once, twice, and it dies. It’s burnt out; all that remains is a hollowed, useless shell of what once was.
Light bulb experiences are good. When you’ve been pondering a problem for a long time it’s a wonderful feeling for the answer to just pop into your head. Too bad they don’t happen more often.
the bulb had gone out. he slowly went up the stairs and searched the other room for more. with frustration, he realized he’d have to go to the store. the store with the owner he did not like.
the light bulb is so fasinating. the light that emits from it is my source of light. oh light. so bright in me eyes. oh bulb you are also part of a flower. a beautiful flower. flower flower~ weeeeeeeeeeeeee
you remind me a lot of a light bulb. you are always so bright and full of new ideas. new inventions and innovations. i admire you, and secretly want to be just like you from far away. your beauty moves people, your grace dares people to take that leap of faith.
Flowers in the gardens growing up from seeds that are ugly. Bulbous, beastly things. But these flowers – so pretty. A veritable ugly duckling to a swan case, wouldn’t you say? I think I would – and coverings, encasings…such things not to judge by, any longer.
Bulb. Well, I just got this word two times in a row. I still don’t know who created the bulb. The word is written in a lavender color. My old bedroom used to be lavender. It was Power Puff Girls themed. Then I ended up painting it green. Green is my favorite color.
light and happy. it cheers up people in the dark. it shows the way in the dark. you can now work beyond skylight hours.
The bulb in your dress is wearing out
give me some cheese so the light shines through the screen
of darkness
now leave it to the bulb for the lightening masses
Then the light bulb went off in her head, just before she was about to give her heart to him: he just wasn’t worth it.
I remember my mom’s flower garden. Many different kinds of flowers, all grown from bulbs of all sorts…. So many colors….beautiful!
There I was, in a stark room, staring at a single light bulb. Was I mad? How had I gotten here? One moment I was asleep in my own bed, the next, in a strange place.
Baby
Ur
Love
Beats
haha i dont know, i think of light bulbs, and thank god we have light bulbs, cause without light i wouldnt be able to get up and pee at 3 am, id trip over my laptop cord and die xD
light, batteries. blub . all i can think about is a freaking light bulb. its making me kind of nervous actually …. okay . i want this to stop , im supposed to be creative . ive got absolutlet nothing .
The light flashes, blinding me. I wish it would shine brighter because it is barely penetrating my soul. I know it sounds weird, but I knew I was guilty. I knew once, but now I don’t think I am. The light turns off and old, like it’s broken. Broken like me. It doesn’t want to be broken but it is…like me.
DING. the idea went off in her head, cartoon lightbulb, bright face, figner in the air – the whole shebang. She knew exactly what was going on. And, as expected, the bright face fell, the finger in the air fell, and hte bulb turned into a balloon which fizzled dissapointedly. She knew there was no way she could get out of it this time.
*blip*
The bulb flickered on, casting a naked yellow light across the floorboards and reflecting miniature crystals as dust motes swirled around my feet.
“Its somewhere back here,” I muttered as I made my way across the room, covering my nose and mouth with the back of my hand.
The bulb swayed slightly, creating and dispersing shadows as it moved.
I went into my room and fumbled around to find the light switch, just to find out that the bulb had blown. Damn. Okay. Now i am to go out into the living room or something and find anther bulb or a flashlight. why can’t anything in my life go as planned.
His nose was staring at me, a great big pink bulb. I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, though I knew it was rude. I so wanted to move my eyes up to meet his, but there it was…. like a pink onion in the middle of his face and a magnet for my sight.
You are my bulb you harness my light
There is no one..nothing else that could hold me
completely in serenity and
allow me to shine…
to brighten the lives of all those around me
I am grateful
for your company
the light the life. a plant in seed ready to come forth. an idea in motion exploding like the light from the sun. the ground , earth, dirt. Life and ideas.
big bulb that is what I’m thinking about a round thing something that can’t be slammed or eaten a bulb like a belly like a bell like a time in life that is full of things. bulbous and wonderful. bulb
bulb. flower bulb. light bulb. bulbasaur. razor leaf. a budding palm tree. bulb. a got nothing else, ladies and gents.
The iris hadn’t come up. She’d planted it in last spring, carefully and delicately digging the hole, and now she was eagerly waiting, afraid that it wouldn’t ever bud. She remembered her grandmother telling her how to properly plant it, and the smile in her eyes as she placed the bulb in her hands.
An onion is a bulb; not the kind that lights up, it’s a fleshy body from which a stem sprouts. It’s the courage the onion plant needs, to grow.
the light in the room shined down. the bulb broke. we broke. the light went out. and it was dark for a very long time.
This word makes me think of flowers but the first thing I thought of was an exploding lightbulb. (Possibly a grand idea, but more than likely a surge of anger ripping through the wires and shattering the glass, a drop of the heart like the one I felt today and right now.)
light round glass the luminescent bulb glimmer in the small room barley light the floor as the detective walkied in he noticed somthing strange on the desk.
the light that lit my room
was not from the small bulb of light
but from the small bulb of the flower
that mother had planted for me
she came in
every day
when ever she could
and watered it
took care of it
pruned it into perfection
sumthing that apparently she didn’t want to to do to me
how much money does it cost for a light bulb? Including labor and all. Once at a job interview I was asked to think of 15 questions about the light bulb. Are you thinking on your feet?
The light bulb went off in my head, and I knew why things could never go back to normal. They wanted to be compassionate. Hell, they thought they were compassionate. But what they didn’t know, and what I could never tell them was that they didn’t have it inside themselves to show sympathy for others. The realization hurt so much that I bent over and started sobbing uncontrollably. Everything would change, and it would start now.
I gaze at my feet as the thin metal door opens. The light bulb flickers slightly as he slams the door.
He grabs my chin and pulls my face up, forcing me to look at him.
“Are you ready to talk, Daniel?” he sneers.
He uses my first name. I hate that about him. I spit in his face.
The light bulb clicked on in her head. She understood. Finally, she understood.
He was who he was. She had known that, of course. Or, at least, she thought she had.
Was it really such a surprise that he had done it again? No, no, she guessed not. But she didn’t have to react the same way. She didn’t have to be the same daft girl she had been. She had a choice now: stay or go.
I just read a bunch of entries about bulbs, oh shit my dad is talking about the Ripley’s aquarium and its kind of difficult for me to write about bulbs. I think it would be cool to go buy some bulbs and plant some flowers. Not lightbulbs though. I can’t imagine that to be a very thrilling experience. It is pretty cool to look at the little curly thing inside of them and try to fathom what exactly goes on inside of them. But its difficult for me to grasp.
It’s a light that shines about your head. It makes you think. Did you know that Mr. Franklin’s light bulbs are still burning? The original ones. But, to make money, he made them burn out faster. Neat, isn’t it. But also a pain. Because I particularly don’t like changing light bulbs.
I wish I could plant a bulb
And grow a tree.
A tree with lights
That all can see.
I wish I could plant a bulb
And grow a flower
That had enough energy
To light a tower.
~Ash
the light bulb exploded. it just did, out of nowhere. the glass fragments hit the walls, hit me, lit up the place for a second, as if they had caught on fire, as if electricity could stick onto them for one last lightning show.
Bulb…Light bulb. Thomas Edison invented it? I never was any good at the physics behind it all.Is there a light that has no bulb?Is that even possible?Light, without it we would be in the dark.
The bulb erupted from its spot in the moist ground. “I miss you,” the only words coming to mind as the tiny forget-me-not grew into the picture. That tiny little flower just reminded me so much of her presence that was forever carved on the surface of my memory. I love her so much, as a friend and sister.
A bare light bulb illuminates the room, humming in the background of your thoughts. It illuminates you, too. Or, so you think. You’ve stumbled upon some kind of epiphany. You feel you have gained some much desired insight on your poor, miserable life. But the light bulb flickers. Once, twice, and it dies. It’s burnt out; all that remains is a hollowed, useless shell of what once was.
The little glow of light that always seems to hang above your head. Seems to last forever, but always seems to be needed a newer model.
Light bulb experiences are good. When you’ve been pondering a problem for a long time it’s a wonderful feeling for the answer to just pop into your head. Too bad they don’t happen more often.
the bulb had gone out. he slowly went up the stairs and searched the other room for more. with frustration, he realized he’d have to go to the store. the store with the owner he did not like.
the light bulb is so fasinating. the light that emits from it is my source of light. oh light. so bright in me eyes. oh bulb you are also part of a flower. a beautiful flower. flower flower~ weeeeeeeeeeeeee
you remind me a lot of a light bulb. you are always so bright and full of new ideas. new inventions and innovations. i admire you, and secretly want to be just like you from far away. your beauty moves people, your grace dares people to take that leap of faith.
Flowers in the gardens growing up from seeds that are ugly. Bulbous, beastly things. But these flowers – so pretty. A veritable ugly duckling to a swan case, wouldn’t you say? I think I would – and coverings, encasings…such things not to judge by, any longer.
Bulb. Well, I just got this word two times in a row. I still don’t know who created the bulb. The word is written in a lavender color. My old bedroom used to be lavender. It was Power Puff Girls themed. Then I ended up painting it green. Green is my favorite color.