We called him Dusk. Because he had a tendency to darken, and he was somewhat beautiful. And the very day we met him, the sun went down and he was lost in oblivion,
As I walk on the horizon the nightfall begins to disappear then the light begins to shine, this dusk as I reach closer I see across your smile that penetrates my essence.
It was dusk when she silently slipped from the balcony, dropping onto the ground below with catlike grace. It made her smile, seeing the beautiful sun dropping below the clouds. Nighttime…it was here at last.
when dusk creeps in
welcoming the night
with Possibilities
more numerous than stars
the world sighs
and hangs heedlessly
to another day passed
squandering right now
to animate expired chances
the routine
of dawn to day
to dusk to night
lulls this learned Complacency
when dusk creeps in
welcoming the night
with Possibilities
more numerous than stars
the world sighs
and hangs heedlessly
to another day past
squandering right now
to animate expired chances
the routine
of dawn to day
to dusk to night
lulls our learned
Complacency
you told me to meet
you at dusk,
by the field of roses
so i waited
and waited
until the colours
swirled
into one
and you still didn’t arrive
even when
the stars
did
The sky darkened at dusk, and I stared out across the bay in silence. The cold air bit my bare fingertips that were sticking out of my ratty gloves, but I didn’t care. It seemed that pain was the price of being alone, of having the freedom to think for myself. The colors in the horizon made me want to sob. Dark and fading, like me. Yes, this was the price of being alone.
it’s the warm
cool of
being in the middle.
it’s the time
to reflect on
a day well spent.
and breath a sigh
of relief
that maybe everything
really wasn’t such a big deal
after all.
it’s the time to open
a bottle of wine
and let the darkness of
the night
wash over you
like waves.
Dusk was fast approaching. With it, came a sense of dread and impending doom. We were running out of time. They would come during the night, and if we didn’t find it, we would all die. Everyone we loved and cared about, gone, forever.
This is the shortest day of the year and the longest night so dusk filters in violet and smoky. At dusk, we think more about the past than the future. Figures hover in the
corners of our evening rooms, people we used to know and love return to say hello.
And then recede into background as they must.
When the sunlight has burned all he can burn, he closes his eyes and wishes his way to the ground. Over the hills, under the mountains, into the ground.. somewhere no one else would ever be able to find him. Maybe even to a different side of the world.
Somewhere at dusk, deer are in a field, eating the apples I’ve scattered for them. I haven’t set up the camera. I’m in a train on another continent, thinking of these deer, and alone in a private car. With only a book of photos. And not one of you.
The sun was dipping low. As Cara looked across the river, she saw possibilities slipping. Time was moving, but she was not. How many more sunsets did she have left before her moon rose? She had to leave tonight.
dusk came and we killed each other. I should say that it was a stupid thing to do because he was in the middle of his sentence and couldn’t finish it and I had an argument that I wanted to bring to the table. Now we have to wait to be born again and try to remember what we wanted to say in our previous life…that might take a while though…
The sun was setting, and the dim light gave the air an almost foggy feel, and I was already exhausted. It wasn’t even really dark yet, but it had been a long day, and I was overdue for some sleep. I figured I’d go home and turn in early, but of course, these things never work out the way you want them to.
I had made it home, sure enough, but it wasn’t long before a loud knock at the door interrupted what I had hoped would be my much-needed rest.
It was a sad night indeed, for all around us was a mass of dusk that sought to engulf us as we tried to make our way to the front door. Luckily we had send off a signal that we were trapped and need help .
oh, i love dusk. i like it even better than dawn. dusk in many places are ingrained in my mind, especially one in new mexico. the beauty makes me forget everything. when is the last time i saw a truly beautiful dusk?
Die Tafel stand ganz hinten. Tafeln stehen nie ganz hinten und sie glitzern nie silbern, aber diese Tafel war eben dort und sie war nicht zum Schreiben gedacht. Kreide hielt nicht an ihr, sie blätterte ab. “Lotus-Effekt”, sagte der Lehrer und grinste stolz.
From dawn till dusk, the world functions a certain way. After nightfall, the tables turn and all expectations are reversed: no longer do your petty daytime arguments hold weight in the infinite blackness of a street without lamps to light the way.
They get married at dusk in a garden, the sky is orange and pink and the groom’s father is shaking hands with the bride’s father, exchanging congratulations and well wishes for the future.
Dusk is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. The air just fills with the end of that day, and begins the wonders of the night. I wish I could watch the sunset with you again someday.
dusk. i start losing hope as the sky starts losing light. each night begins a new struggle. as the light fades out the windows, the light fades within me and my darkness engulfs me the way it takes over the sky. it’s always a struggle to remember that eventually the sun will rise again.
the veil drawn now
this time
between my daylight face
and my night time reality
i struggle with who i really am
who i should be
what my life is
when the sun moves to meet the moon
at dusk
It’s morning. Sweet scent of apples are in the air. The bright orange of the sun rising on the edge of the world. “Its going to be a good day”, you think just as a bird poops on your head.
from dawn ’til dusk. The sun rises and the sun falls. If i ever got around to it i would have made a character that had dual short swords that were named dawn and dusk. but i digress. I like this word.
It’s nearly dusk. I should go to bed. Before I turn into a dusk person. Duskity duskity dusk-dusk. It rhymes with musk. And tusk. And, uh, sklerblusk. You should try it. Arm and Hammer Baking Soda is good for your belly if you have swallowed a car battery. Jooby jooby toot toot.
When he looks in the mirror, it seems always to be evening. It’s a time, he thinks, as he flattens his hair a bit, when it’s all made to even out. The end weighs in and sees where it lines up against the beginning. He winces and wipes the edges of the sink.
I picked him up from his sister’s house after dusk. We hadn’t seen in each other in years, and I hugged him first thing when we saw each other again. A trip down lanes of lights saw us drinking wine and laughing about biologists vs. chemists. We talked of literature and footnote fetishes, but eventually all reunions must come to a close. So with a parting embrace I let him go, my memories of our friendship enriched, if not strengthened like bond that’s been tempered by time and distance.
He told me he would meet me in the field at dusk.
I waited in anticipation.
It has only been a minute past, but I’m starting to doubt him.
Will he come?
Dusk is what they call Twilight in My Babysitter’s a Vampire. It is also the time of day when it is just starting to get dark outside. If dusk was a color, it would be a dark purplish indigo, but not too dark. Because it’s not night yet.
We called him Dusk. Because he had a tendency to darken, and he was somewhat beautiful. And the very day we met him, the sun went down and he was lost in oblivion,
As I walk on the horizon the nightfall begins to disappear then the light begins to shine, this dusk as I reach closer I see across your smile that penetrates my essence.
It was dusk when she silently slipped from the balcony, dropping onto the ground below with catlike grace. It made her smile, seeing the beautiful sun dropping below the clouds. Nighttime…it was here at last.
when dusk creeps in
welcoming the night
with Possibilities
more numerous than stars
the world sighs
and hangs heedlessly
to another day passed
squandering right now
to animate expired chances
the routine
of dawn to day
to dusk to night
lulls this learned Complacency
when dusk creeps in
welcoming the night
with Possibilities
more numerous than stars
the world sighs
and hangs heedlessly
to another day past
squandering right now
to animate expired chances
the routine
of dawn to day
to dusk to night
lulls our learned
Complacency
you told me to meet
you at dusk,
by the field of roses
so i waited
and waited
until the colours
swirled
into one
and you still didn’t arrive
even when
the stars
did
The sky darkened at dusk, and I stared out across the bay in silence. The cold air bit my bare fingertips that were sticking out of my ratty gloves, but I didn’t care. It seemed that pain was the price of being alone, of having the freedom to think for myself. The colors in the horizon made me want to sob. Dark and fading, like me. Yes, this was the price of being alone.
it’s the warm
cool of
being in the middle.
it’s the time
to reflect on
a day well spent.
and breath a sigh
of relief
that maybe everything
really wasn’t such a big deal
after all.
it’s the time to open
a bottle of wine
and let the darkness of
the night
wash over you
like waves.
Dusk was fast approaching. With it, came a sense of dread and impending doom. We were running out of time. They would come during the night, and if we didn’t find it, we would all die. Everyone we loved and cared about, gone, forever.
This is the shortest day of the year and the longest night so dusk filters in violet and smoky. At dusk, we think more about the past than the future. Figures hover in the
corners of our evening rooms, people we used to know and love return to say hello.
And then recede into background as they must.
It was dusk, and she had been waiting for him for what seemed hours, but she knew it had only been been a half hour. And finally, there he was.
When the sunlight has burned all he can burn, he closes his eyes and wishes his way to the ground. Over the hills, under the mountains, into the ground.. somewhere no one else would ever be able to find him. Maybe even to a different side of the world.
무슨뜻이야? 난 모르겠는데…
Somewhere at dusk, deer are in a field, eating the apples I’ve scattered for them. I haven’t set up the camera. I’m in a train on another continent, thinking of these deer, and alone in a private car. With only a book of photos. And not one of you.
The sun was dipping low. As Cara looked across the river, she saw possibilities slipping. Time was moving, but she was not. How many more sunsets did she have left before her moon rose? She had to leave tonight.
Dusk is when the crepuscular animals come out. It is a scary time because vision is reduced and things are murky.
They say the light is magical at dusk, but Penelope just couldn’t see it. Her melancholia was draining the joy and colour from her soul.
dusk came and we killed each other. I should say that it was a stupid thing to do because he was in the middle of his sentence and couldn’t finish it and I had an argument that I wanted to bring to the table. Now we have to wait to be born again and try to remember what we wanted to say in our previous life…that might take a while though…
The sun was setting, and the dim light gave the air an almost foggy feel, and I was already exhausted. It wasn’t even really dark yet, but it had been a long day, and I was overdue for some sleep. I figured I’d go home and turn in early, but of course, these things never work out the way you want them to.
I had made it home, sure enough, but it wasn’t long before a loud knock at the door interrupted what I had hoped would be my much-needed rest.
The smell of something rotten was the only reason anyone noticed she was gone. They found her body at dusk. 2 weeks after.
It was a sad night indeed, for all around us was a mass of dusk that sought to engulf us as we tried to make our way to the front door. Luckily we had send off a signal that we were trapped and need help .
He had a spare room now
blank walls, wood floor
The ceiling was painted black
specks of white for stars
the east wall dawn
the west dusk
the floor green and brown
his bare feet stepped through splinters and knots
Sunlight dancing all around, take a sniff at the glamarous air. The repetitive cycle is about to start again.
oh, i love dusk. i like it even better than dawn. dusk in many places are ingrained in my mind, especially one in new mexico. the beauty makes me forget everything. when is the last time i saw a truly beautiful dusk?
Die Tafel stand ganz hinten. Tafeln stehen nie ganz hinten und sie glitzern nie silbern, aber diese Tafel war eben dort und sie war nicht zum Schreiben gedacht. Kreide hielt nicht an ihr, sie blätterte ab. “Lotus-Effekt”, sagte der Lehrer und grinste stolz.
From dawn till dusk, the world functions a certain way. After nightfall, the tables turn and all expectations are reversed: no longer do your petty daytime arguments hold weight in the infinite blackness of a street without lamps to light the way.
They get married at dusk in a garden, the sky is orange and pink and the groom’s father is shaking hands with the bride’s father, exchanging congratulations and well wishes for the future.
Dusk is one of the most wonderful feelings in the world. The air just fills with the end of that day, and begins the wonders of the night. I wish I could watch the sunset with you again someday.
dusk. i start losing hope as the sky starts losing light. each night begins a new struggle. as the light fades out the windows, the light fades within me and my darkness engulfs me the way it takes over the sky. it’s always a struggle to remember that eventually the sun will rise again.
the veil drawn now
this time
between my daylight face
and my night time reality
i struggle with who i really am
who i should be
what my life is
when the sun moves to meet the moon
at dusk
It’s morning. Sweet scent of apples are in the air. The bright orange of the sun rising on the edge of the world. “Its going to be a good day”, you think just as a bird poops on your head.
from dawn ’til dusk. The sun rises and the sun falls. If i ever got around to it i would have made a character that had dual short swords that were named dawn and dusk. but i digress. I like this word.
It’s nearly dusk. I should go to bed. Before I turn into a dusk person. Duskity duskity dusk-dusk. It rhymes with musk. And tusk. And, uh, sklerblusk. You should try it. Arm and Hammer Baking Soda is good for your belly if you have swallowed a car battery. Jooby jooby toot toot.
dusk
one letter from dust
something you must clean
dusk
sun going down
colors of dusk
unfortunately caused
by pollution in the air
When he looks in the mirror, it seems always to be evening. It’s a time, he thinks, as he flattens his hair a bit, when it’s all made to even out. The end weighs in and sees where it lines up against the beginning. He winces and wipes the edges of the sink.
I picked him up from his sister’s house after dusk. We hadn’t seen in each other in years, and I hugged him first thing when we saw each other again. A trip down lanes of lights saw us drinking wine and laughing about biologists vs. chemists. We talked of literature and footnote fetishes, but eventually all reunions must come to a close. So with a parting embrace I let him go, my memories of our friendship enriched, if not strengthened like bond that’s been tempered by time and distance.
He told me he would meet me in the field at dusk.
I waited in anticipation.
It has only been a minute past, but I’m starting to doubt him.
Will he come?
it’s dusk.
and i think it’s depressing.
the end of a day.
but at least i get to see the stars.
Dusk is what they call Twilight in My Babysitter’s a Vampire. It is also the time of day when it is just starting to get dark outside. If dusk was a color, it would be a dark purplish indigo, but not too dark. Because it’s not night yet.
that time between necessities. where you and i can simply sit a while. resting chins on knees and sitting in silence and joy.