My candle is dimming as I gaze out the bars of the puce prison wall. The cinder blocks around me bounce shadows menacingly across the room, painting the monstrous creatures in my mind like a tortured mural.
dim. Dim was my life my sophomore year of high school. i couldnt see any shining light in the future. some days, i’d have hope. mostly, id have dread. id have this big harboring monster of a feeling inside that i could not extinguish…..and i just had to deal with it. dim. dim was my life my sophomore year of high school. dim. no horizons. only the darkness. dim. dim. dim.
Everything in the room was dim from the smoke lazing around in the air. Our eyes half shut, we didn’t mind the lack of light. We were blissful, each in our own vibrant realities. Laughter. Stars. Music. And the sweet, deep humming of the air conditioner droning on until daylight clears the dark.
the lights grow dimmer they sparkle a little less the white turns to a golden yellow the kind that makes even the ugliest of men look somewhat dashing and though my vision is weaker and my eyesight worse i still see you the same as i always have. beautiful.
The bare bulb hung from the cord in the center of the room giving off a dim light and buzzing gently. How many hours had He been in this windowless tomb? What had he done to deserve imprisonment. There was a knocking at his door and the sound of a metal latch sliding, grinding against it’s socket. Long enough for a beard he thought, long enough for that latch to rust.
It’s dim in here. because im conserving electricity. nothin serious or sad – just no lights! :) not every word has to have a freakin negative connotation. DIM is happy for me, because it means saving the planet!
In the light of her room she examined him. His body was like a work of art, chiseled and nearly perfect. His face more beautiful than any man she had ever known. She prayed that he would stay asleep as she left, so she could forget that the candles were brighter than he was.
The old light bulb flickered occasionally making the old man’s face look all the more frightening. His badges gleamed on his Confederate’s uniform and his gun was held ready to fire if necessary. The boy, Matt, backed away slowly, his hands up in defeat. His shook in fear.
All along he knew this trip down south would be a bad idea. He’d begged his parent’s not to send him but they did anyway; claiming he needed to be more ‘social’ and spend time ‘outside.’ BS, if you asked him. Now look were they’d gotten him cornered by some old guy in the attic of his auntie’s house.
“Stay off my land,” the old man said, his voice sounded eerily calm.
The inner smart ass in Matt came out before he could control himself.
“Technically this is my aunt’s house. How’d you get in here-” Before he could finish speaking a bullet whizzed past his ear.
“You don’t strike me as dim boy, kid. Now I’ll tell you once more get off my land.” Matt nodded slowly and ran down the stairs in top speed. So much for enjoying simple life down south…
The candle dimmed as a breeze swept in though the open window threatening to put it out. Its shadow danced along the wall, its light glistened on her tears.
The room was dimly lit, kind of like the interior landscape of my heart. I had awoken in light, ever changed. I would not trade the darkest experience of my life for anything. It made me whole. It made me become.
I dim the lights, I think about you. Spent sleepless nights to think about you. You said you loved me, or were you just being kind? Or am I losing my mind?
The lights were so dim that I could barley see.
I could barley see as he got up and left, trying so hard to just get his things and get out without making a sound.
Is this really what I’ve been lowered to? One night stands with random men at random bars?
the world has become a blur. why come when you have already gone? you told me to lock the door but when i looked again, you shut it from the outside and the keys i can’t get to because you hid them within all your corpses (you are the cat with many more lives than nine).
The lighting was dim as she crept up to the kitchen. Was anybody home? She walked up to the fridge and opened the door. Suddenly, she heard a sound. She quickly turned and saw a figure standing in the dim lighting behind her.
A personal pet peeve is how so many TV shows these days are shot in very dim light. Why does no one turn on the lights? Even CSI and shows like that. You’re investigating a crime scene, wouldn’t it be nice if you could actually see?
The door creaked open. A dimness spreading, infecting the black room. One moment, one glimpse. But boy did it make the difference. I could see my world. And all I wanted was to push open that door.
Ganz langsam senkte sich die Dunkelheit über das Land. Über die eisigen Bäche, die feuchten Hügel, die düsteren Schonungen. Die Dämmerung war so lang wie nie zuvor eine Dämmerung gewesen war. Und es würde für sehr lange Zeit Nacht bleiben. Der alte Joran wärmte sich die Hände an der stinkenden Flamme.
The light was gone, all was dim. Not as dark as the towering night sky but close. This was what is wrong with dimness, it is not something recognisable, it is something in the middle, when is it actually dim, nobody knows. That’s what makes dim so, scary.
The world seemed dimmer before you were born. A precious baby girl that made the universe shine just that much brighter. Eyes like no other, hair like mine, your mother’s nose. I know now that every bad second spent with your mother was worth it in the end because it resulted in you.
I hadn’t understood, before I met those I should be later on calling ‘peers’, how vast the distance between a sharp, but limited, intellect, and sheer genius could be. Slowly, I was coming to realize that bright as I was, I was a distant star dimmed by a morning sun.
as dim as the situation may have seemed, our minds were set on that ever-further goal. Lifted up and further in, our goal drifted as a feather on the wind, gathering up, twirling around, and landing like a transcendent ballerina .
My candle is dimming as I gaze out the bars of the puce prison wall. The cinder blocks around me bounce shadows menacingly across the room, painting the monstrous creatures in my mind like a tortured mural.
dim. Dim was my life my sophomore year of high school. i couldnt see any shining light in the future. some days, i’d have hope. mostly, id have dread. id have this big harboring monster of a feeling inside that i could not extinguish…..and i just had to deal with it. dim. dim was my life my sophomore year of high school. dim. no horizons. only the darkness. dim. dim. dim.
the sparks have grown dim, dimmer than their initial outbursts. I should just leave them alone; they have already come and gone.
God is light, and He will enlighten the darkest crevices of my mind and of my heart.
Everything in the room was dim from the smoke lazing around in the air. Our eyes half shut, we didn’t mind the lack of light. We were blissful, each in our own vibrant realities. Laughter. Stars. Music. And the sweet, deep humming of the air conditioner droning on until daylight clears the dark.
the lights grow dimmer they sparkle a little less the white turns to a golden yellow the kind that makes even the ugliest of men look somewhat dashing and though my vision is weaker and my eyesight worse i still see you the same as i always have. beautiful.
The bare bulb hung from the cord in the center of the room giving off a dim light and buzzing gently. How many hours had He been in this windowless tomb? What had he done to deserve imprisonment. There was a knocking at his door and the sound of a metal latch sliding, grinding against it’s socket. Long enough for a beard he thought, long enough for that latch to rust.
It’s dim in here. because im conserving electricity. nothin serious or sad – just no lights! :) not every word has to have a freakin negative connotation. DIM is happy for me, because it means saving the planet!
In the light of her room she examined him. His body was like a work of art, chiseled and nearly perfect. His face more beautiful than any man she had ever known. She prayed that he would stay asleep as she left, so she could forget that the candles were brighter than he was.
The old light bulb flickered occasionally making the old man’s face look all the more frightening. His badges gleamed on his Confederate’s uniform and his gun was held ready to fire if necessary. The boy, Matt, backed away slowly, his hands up in defeat. His shook in fear.
All along he knew this trip down south would be a bad idea. He’d begged his parent’s not to send him but they did anyway; claiming he needed to be more ‘social’ and spend time ‘outside.’ BS, if you asked him. Now look were they’d gotten him cornered by some old guy in the attic of his auntie’s house.
“Stay off my land,” the old man said, his voice sounded eerily calm.
The inner smart ass in Matt came out before he could control himself.
“Technically this is my aunt’s house. How’d you get in here-” Before he could finish speaking a bullet whizzed past his ear.
“You don’t strike me as dim boy, kid. Now I’ll tell you once more get off my land.” Matt nodded slowly and ran down the stairs in top speed. So much for enjoying simple life down south…
The candle dimmed as a breeze swept in though the open window threatening to put it out. Its shadow danced along the wall, its light glistened on her tears.
low lights
dark
dim sum
i dont know what to write
lalalalala
The room was dimly lit, kind of like the interior landscape of my heart. I had awoken in light, ever changed. I would not trade the darkest experience of my life for anything. It made me whole. It made me become.
I dim the lights, I think about you. Spent sleepless nights to think about you. You said you loved me, or were you just being kind? Or am I losing my mind?
-“Losing My Mind” from Follies
dim means its almost completly bright but not. means kind of light.
dim means to be not as bright so if something is not as bright it is dim. and i do not know if their is any thing else to deal with this.
The lights were so dim that I could barley see.
I could barley see as he got up and left, trying so hard to just get his things and get out without making a sound.
Is this really what I’ve been lowered to? One night stands with random men at random bars?
when a lught isnt very bright ……………………………….. LIKE ME!!!! IM NOT VERY BRIGHT LOL ………. :)
dim uhhh like you can dim a lighgt ya know like make it darker but just by a little bit. LOLZ it sounds like dumb!!!!!!!!!! :D
is when the light go from bright to dim its when u liffe goes from exciting to boring in blink off an eye!!!!!
Dim means when you are to dim a light, when you make the light not as bright as it was in the first place.
Dim is when people dim light. When its dark but not to dark its dim.
It is when a light is not very bright or something is dim light. Dim is also not very bright.
dim is like a light but the light isn’t shining all the way so it is dim or make the room dim
When something is not bright but it has light coming through just not bright light. Like when a lightbulb is going out it is dim. :D
dim means dull lighting and low lighting
dim means its sorta dark but not completly dark.
dull light
the world has become a blur. why come when you have already gone? you told me to lock the door but when i looked again, you shut it from the outside and the keys i can’t get to because you hid them within all your corpses (you are the cat with many more lives than nine).
The lighting was dim as she crept up to the kitchen. Was anybody home? She walked up to the fridge and opened the door. Suddenly, she heard a sound. She quickly turned and saw a figure standing in the dim lighting behind her.
A personal pet peeve is how so many TV shows these days are shot in very dim light. Why does no one turn on the lights? Even CSI and shows like that. You’re investigating a crime scene, wouldn’t it be nice if you could actually see?
The door creaked open. A dimness spreading, infecting the black room. One moment, one glimpse. But boy did it make the difference. I could see my world. And all I wanted was to push open that door.
Ganz langsam senkte sich die Dunkelheit über das Land. Über die eisigen Bäche, die feuchten Hügel, die düsteren Schonungen. Die Dämmerung war so lang wie nie zuvor eine Dämmerung gewesen war. Und es würde für sehr lange Zeit Nacht bleiben. Der alte Joran wärmte sich die Hände an der stinkenden Flamme.
The light was gone, all was dim. Not as dark as the towering night sky but close. This was what is wrong with dimness, it is not something recognisable, it is something in the middle, when is it actually dim, nobody knows. That’s what makes dim so, scary.
my future looks dim so i guess i have to look at the present in a dim light too. nothing is bright if it isn’t worth it at the end.
His future looked very dim. It’s sad because he could do a lot of stuff if he wanted to. He tried to make it better’ but it was still dim.
The world seemed dimmer before you were born. A precious baby girl that made the universe shine just that much brighter. Eyes like no other, hair like mine, your mother’s nose. I know now that every bad second spent with your mother was worth it in the end because it resulted in you.
I hadn’t understood, before I met those I should be later on calling ‘peers’, how vast the distance between a sharp, but limited, intellect, and sheer genius could be. Slowly, I was coming to realize that bright as I was, I was a distant star dimmed by a morning sun.
dim the light like if it is to bring .
My house was very dim today because it was very dark outside and it wasn’t very bright inside.I don’t like dim light it really bugs me.
as dim as the situation may have seemed, our minds were set on that ever-further goal. Lifted up and further in, our goal drifted as a feather on the wind, gathering up, twirling around, and landing like a transcendent ballerina .