Her shirt was a mess of florescent paint against a white background; a truly hipster chick at her prime. Dark hair, big sunglasses with the world at her fingertips, and he was amazed by her. Completely, utterly, amazed.
the fluorescent wounds on my past keep me asleep.
They hold me a nurture me better than a father could.
Better than a mother couldn’t.
I want these wounds. I need them.
They tell me all about me. I am fluorescent.
The lights were bright, stinging her eyes like a thousand tiny bees, and for the briefest moment she was completely unsure of where she was. When the lights dimmed and her vision wasn’t so sore, the room came into focus, and her eyes landed on him. He was sitting in a chair next to her bed, slouched to one side, head tilted on his shoulder, lips parted ever so slightly as he dreamed.
Flooding the room with
Light from
Under the hood
Over the sink
Reflecting off the sink
Easing the transition
Soon from dark to dawn
Coloring the kitchen
Ever brighter
Needing nothing but a
Trigger
The fluorescent lights were blinding me, and the harsh light made me feel judged. An irrational fear, but it remained in the back of my mind nonetheless. The lights flickered like I was in hell and all I wanted to do was go home.
I hate fluorescent lights. They’re garishly bright and don’t flatter anyone, ever. I don’t really care if they “save the planet” or not. I’m not staying on this Earth for long, so I’m not going to use those “green” lights.
With the strip lights of today we glide in and out of incessant florescence and seem not to notice the daylight of the morning beams as they play with our waking dreams.
The florescent lights were bright, almost blinding. They revealed everything in their bright colours. It bothered me how I could make out every single freckle on the face of the imperfect face next to me. Every pock-mark showing on the teacher at the front of the class. I think they chose fluorescent lights on purpose when designing schools. They try to make us feel imperfect. They try to separate us.
The fluorescent lights hummed gently in the background- an odd, thrumming sound that was strangely comforting. She glanced up to see Castle hovering in his usual borderline creepy manner, trying futilely to see the file that she was poring over. “Seriously, Castle? If you want to see just ask!” “But this is way more entertaining!” he said impishly.
If there is such thing as a hell
I would imagine it would be painted white
and it would be made of aluminum
and Dora (from Dora the Explorer) and her
friend’s voices would echo throughout
the vast, cold empty rooms
lit so unnaturally
by rows upon rows of fluorescent lighting.
A tourist names Bill who was on vacation broke his front tooth in half and dreaded going to the dentist office in Niagara Falls. He did hear that they had cool fluorescent black lights.
The lights are hot on my face, harsh on my eyes. The buzzing of the lights is louder by the minute. All I want is to close my eyes in a cool, dark place.
Pink, blue, orange, and green.
White lights shining above students as they trundle through the hallways, shadowless. Bells ring from nowhere. A buzz that seems to have no beginning and no end. Boredom beyond comprehension. Heads sliding down slowly perspiring palms. Peanut butter and jelly in a mashed-up pair of white bread slices under the blinding lights, once again. Miniature suns, phosphorescent snowfall all the day long.
effervescent, blooming madrigals of sun pouring from my unlidded eyes, the bland white counter, smooth and cool against my face, the nursery of stamped endorphins cooling in the end of nebular sediment
The florescent light bulb gave little illumination to the gloom of his darkened basement. He crept down into the shadows, frantically searching for the box that held the remains of his old college papers, looking for the proof that he came up the idea of Facebook first.
Beaming with the sultry taste of forbidden bright lights, drown us in your everlasting powerful glow. Hypnotize us.
Take us.
We will be yours forever; the tingly sensation of everlasting ecstasy swims through our eyes. Neonate the dreams of day and night, of life and wonder, with the electrified darkness of shadow.
the flourescent alarm indicated it was only 3am, he had slept for only five minutes, how was he gonna make it through the night? he wondered, the next day was gonna be the biggest of his life
light. bright bright bright light. tyler has one, I think. I’m not quite sure. Fluorescent. scent. it has the word scent. my favorite scent is.. I don’t really know. fresh cotton? like the candle. I assume. I never really knew. Pizza. I like that scent. I don’t know why at all. yes. that is all.
Bight lights burn like a beacon in the dark. we all flock to them like we’re moths both alive and made with dust. we just dissolve right back on the day in which we leave this earth. there might be a heaven or maybe not. but its not a thing that gets my concern. so i move into the wind headstong and dont submit
Like a fly drawn to the bright of the flourescent light,
In the dark of life to me the feeling of love seemed to be like it
As i guided my flight in love so bright,
The fly not knowing the danger flew into the light,
Burnt in the heat, I fell to my feet,
The fly believed falsly the light to be the moon that it tried to reach
,I believed the her to be the love I need,
But the fly won’t get another chance to chase the moon in the dark,
I will continue to fly towards these bright lights in the sky,
I know one of them is my lunar ecstasy,
to the brightest one i’ll be drawn,
Unlucky in love i may not forever be
I enjoyed standing underneath the cold fluorescent lights. I took a drag from my cigarette, deciding not to hail the approaching cab. “I don’t mind waiting,” I thought. It was a cool, crisp night. Maybe the walk wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
shining through the darkness
showing my hollowness
revealing such ghostly shadows
revealing my most deep sorrows
stop shining
stop tale telling the darkness in my heart.
The fluorescent lights turn my skin into a ghastly, alien thing with a sickly yellow-green hue. It’s swinging overhead and squeaking like something out of a horror movie.
The floor in my house has a weird Scent. ironically it is also very fluorescent. I always am amazed by how some things glow like they do. What if we could glow? that would be intense.
and we could smell good!
Like the windy tune of the night, her heart waged with the fluorescent fires, smouldering and crackling in musical hymns throughout the pale starlight. Thus a brazen war should erupt the soul, like lightning, in her lovers flight.
fluorescent lights glowed outside of the bar, i smoked my cigarette. i wanted to go home, but i knew i wouldn’t sleep once i got there anyways. i flicked the ash from my cigarette. a cab drives past. i could have hailed that to go home. i watched the opportunities pass. a man walks by and stares at my hair blowing in the breeze.
She was alone in the booth, under the buzzing light. The most unflattering white-purple glow washed her skin out and she felt like a zombie. Not the best way to start off date night, but she hadn’t picked this place. He had. He picked everything. She was wearing blue because he liked it. Why did she let him run her this way? She wasn’t really sure. He upstaged her at every turn. She felt exposed when they were together. Vulnerable. The fluorescent lighting in the room wasn’t making her look so pale — he washed all the color away.
reminds me of discos, where all the girls are dancing as if their lives depended on it and the boys are going around checking out the girls. all you remember from the night are the drinks and the laughing and the fluorescent lights. it feels like bliss.
The fluorescent lights flashed in the eyes of Gerard as he tried to escape the babbling of the crowd. He didn’t like special events like this, not at all. Another flash and he grabbed Frank’s hand. Frank squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Gerard. Just breathe.” he whispered. Gerard swallowed and blinked. Just breathe, he repeated in his head. Just breathe, just breathe…
Down the halls with the white light and the white suits and the white walls I go. At loss of where I am… who I am… what I am. The lights fade, and I am gone.
Look around in the club. Too many of them are running blind in their little worlds. Watching the inside of their eye balls the myriad of florescent creatures tantalizing their senses–caught in a maze of habitual delusion.
They don’t know the magic that envelops their world. Unable to touch the miracle of creation.
Fluorescent light bulbs fillled the little shop. The whole room was lit in an eery , blue pallor. Flies gravitated like satellites around the lights in irregular orbits, and the scent of the place was enough to attract the things in the first place.
Her shirt was a mess of florescent paint against a white background; a truly hipster chick at her prime. Dark hair, big sunglasses with the world at her fingertips, and he was amazed by her. Completely, utterly, amazed.
the fluorescent wounds on my past keep me asleep.
They hold me a nurture me better than a father could.
Better than a mother couldn’t.
I want these wounds. I need them.
They tell me all about me. I am fluorescent.
Shining, glaring
Buzzing, humming
Brings harsh, artificial light into the room
It hurts your head.
It lights your world.
The lights were bright, stinging her eyes like a thousand tiny bees, and for the briefest moment she was completely unsure of where she was. When the lights dimmed and her vision wasn’t so sore, the room came into focus, and her eyes landed on him. He was sitting in a chair next to her bed, slouched to one side, head tilted on his shoulder, lips parted ever so slightly as he dreamed.
What the hell kind of choice is that? Damn that timer moves quickly…Uh lights, biker clothes…Lumiere from Beauty and the Beast?
Flooding the room with
Light from
Under the hood
Over the sink
Reflecting off the sink
Easing the transition
Soon from dark to dawn
Coloring the kitchen
Ever brighter
Needing nothing but a
Trigger
The fluorescent lights were blinding me, and the harsh light made me feel judged. An irrational fear, but it remained in the back of my mind nonetheless. The lights flickered like I was in hell and all I wanted to do was go home.
I hate fluorescent lights. They’re garishly bright and don’t flatter anyone, ever. I don’t really care if they “save the planet” or not. I’m not staying on this Earth for long, so I’m not going to use those “green” lights.
With the strip lights of today we glide in and out of incessant florescence and seem not to notice the daylight of the morning beams as they play with our waking dreams.
The florescent lights were bright, almost blinding. They revealed everything in their bright colours. It bothered me how I could make out every single freckle on the face of the imperfect face next to me. Every pock-mark showing on the teacher at the front of the class. I think they chose fluorescent lights on purpose when designing schools. They try to make us feel imperfect. They try to separate us.
The fluorescent lights hummed gently in the background- an odd, thrumming sound that was strangely comforting. She glanced up to see Castle hovering in his usual borderline creepy manner, trying futilely to see the file that she was poring over. “Seriously, Castle? If you want to see just ask!” “But this is way more entertaining!” he said impishly.
If there is such thing as a hell
I would imagine it would be painted white
and it would be made of aluminum
and Dora (from Dora the Explorer) and her
friend’s voices would echo throughout
the vast, cold empty rooms
lit so unnaturally
by rows upon rows of fluorescent lighting.
A tourist names Bill who was on vacation broke his front tooth in half and dreaded going to the dentist office in Niagara Falls. He did hear that they had cool fluorescent black lights.
fluorescent is someting that stands out and isnt ordinary, it is more unique way of looking at things, for example a fluoresnt sweater
The lights are hot on my face, harsh on my eyes. The buzzing of the lights is louder by the minute. All I want is to close my eyes in a cool, dark place.
Pink, blue, orange, and green.
White lights shining above students as they trundle through the hallways, shadowless. Bells ring from nowhere. A buzz that seems to have no beginning and no end. Boredom beyond comprehension. Heads sliding down slowly perspiring palms. Peanut butter and jelly in a mashed-up pair of white bread slices under the blinding lights, once again. Miniature suns, phosphorescent snowfall all the day long.
effervescent, blooming madrigals of sun pouring from my unlidded eyes, the bland white counter, smooth and cool against my face, the nursery of stamped endorphins cooling in the end of nebular sediment
The florescent light bulb gave little illumination to the gloom of his darkened basement. He crept down into the shadows, frantically searching for the box that held the remains of his old college papers, looking for the proof that he came up the idea of Facebook first.
fluorestcent like a strand of light being caught inside a tiny water droplets.
Beaming with the sultry taste of forbidden bright lights, drown us in your everlasting powerful glow. Hypnotize us.
Take us.
We will be yours forever; the tingly sensation of everlasting ecstasy swims through our eyes. Neonate the dreams of day and night, of life and wonder, with the electrified darkness of shadow.
the flourescent alarm indicated it was only 3am, he had slept for only five minutes, how was he gonna make it through the night? he wondered, the next day was gonna be the biggest of his life
it took me a minute to figure out this word…..not too bright. unlike a fluorescent bulb. they are very bright. i’m definitely not one of those……..
light. bright bright bright light. tyler has one, I think. I’m not quite sure. Fluorescent. scent. it has the word scent. my favorite scent is.. I don’t really know. fresh cotton? like the candle. I assume. I never really knew. Pizza. I like that scent. I don’t know why at all. yes. that is all.
Bight lights burn like a beacon in the dark. we all flock to them like we’re moths both alive and made with dust. we just dissolve right back on the day in which we leave this earth. there might be a heaven or maybe not. but its not a thing that gets my concern. so i move into the wind headstong and dont submit
The fluorescent lights were blinding. Her skin was glowing. I would do anything for a 40oz to free me of my grievances and go ask her for her number.
Unlucky in love…
Like a fly drawn to the bright of the flourescent light,
In the dark of life to me the feeling of love seemed to be like it
As i guided my flight in love so bright,
The fly not knowing the danger flew into the light,
Burnt in the heat, I fell to my feet,
The fly believed falsly the light to be the moon that it tried to reach
,I believed the her to be the love I need,
But the fly won’t get another chance to chase the moon in the dark,
I will continue to fly towards these bright lights in the sky,
I know one of them is my lunar ecstasy,
to the brightest one i’ll be drawn,
Unlucky in love i may not forever be
I enjoyed standing underneath the cold fluorescent lights. I took a drag from my cigarette, deciding not to hail the approaching cab. “I don’t mind waiting,” I thought. It was a cool, crisp night. Maybe the walk wouldn’t be such a bad idea.
shining through the darkness
showing my hollowness
revealing such ghostly shadows
revealing my most deep sorrows
stop shining
stop tale telling the darkness in my heart.
The fluorescent lights turn my skin into a ghastly, alien thing with a sickly yellow-green hue. It’s swinging overhead and squeaking like something out of a horror movie.
The floor in my house has a weird Scent. ironically it is also very fluorescent. I always am amazed by how some things glow like they do. What if we could glow? that would be intense.
and we could smell good!
Like the windy tune of the night, her heart waged with the fluorescent fires, smouldering and crackling in musical hymns throughout the pale starlight. Thus a brazen war should erupt the soul, like lightning, in her lovers flight.
fluorescent lights glowed outside of the bar, i smoked my cigarette. i wanted to go home, but i knew i wouldn’t sleep once i got there anyways. i flicked the ash from my cigarette. a cab drives past. i could have hailed that to go home. i watched the opportunities pass. a man walks by and stares at my hair blowing in the breeze.
I have known floresent light on a greasy wall shine like glorius pus.
She was alone in the booth, under the buzzing light. The most unflattering white-purple glow washed her skin out and she felt like a zombie. Not the best way to start off date night, but she hadn’t picked this place. He had. He picked everything. She was wearing blue because he liked it. Why did she let him run her this way? She wasn’t really sure. He upstaged her at every turn. She felt exposed when they were together. Vulnerable. The fluorescent lighting in the room wasn’t making her look so pale — he washed all the color away.
a gas in a tube the light shining from the chemicals discovered through boiling urine down a light in the kitchen harshly glaring.
reminds me of discos, where all the girls are dancing as if their lives depended on it and the boys are going around checking out the girls. all you remember from the night are the drinks and the laughing and the fluorescent lights. it feels like bliss.
The fluorescent lights flashed in the eyes of Gerard as he tried to escape the babbling of the crowd. He didn’t like special events like this, not at all. Another flash and he grabbed Frank’s hand. Frank squeezed his hand. “It’s okay, Gerard. Just breathe.” he whispered. Gerard swallowed and blinked. Just breathe, he repeated in his head. Just breathe, just breathe…
Down the halls with the white light and the white suits and the white walls I go. At loss of where I am… who I am… what I am. The lights fade, and I am gone.
Look around in the club. Too many of them are running blind in their little worlds. Watching the inside of their eye balls the myriad of florescent creatures tantalizing their senses–caught in a maze of habitual delusion.
They don’t know the magic that envelops their world. Unable to touch the miracle of creation.
Fluorescent light bulbs fillled the little shop. The whole room was lit in an eery , blue pallor. Flies gravitated like satellites around the lights in irregular orbits, and the scent of the place was enough to attract the things in the first place.