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glowing is that feeling you get when you have perfect confidence in yoruself and everything else in the world. every chord strikes a pleasant harmony, your breath is sweet and rich and fills your lungs with clean nourishment. you yourself stand atop the highest mountain in the world breathing the finest air with the finest view in the world and you are alive and you are glowing. no fear, no depression, no hindsight or foresight, just in the moment, radiating, glowing.
By chloe URL on 05.12.2011
The stars I had stuck on my ceiling were faintly glowing. Blinking almost. And I started to wonder, is that how we are when we’re dying? Blinking, shedding off our last inner light, the last bit of our glow, our life, love, and being -existence. Where do we g? Do we become dust?
By Samantha URL on 05.12.2011
I clicked ‘go’ while leaning forward in my seat, hands on the keyboard, fingers trembling. I was ready for this. The word was ‘glowing.’ And for that moment when I realized what it was and my hands started moving before I could think, I was.
By Jo on 05.12.2011
reflecting light on the water as the rowboat drifts free, the moon rippling and the croak of frogs. a car tops a rise, headlights compete with the moon glow on the lake. car stops, engine stops, light goes out.
By jim on 05.12.2011
he just glowed like sunlight. it was his eyes, his eyes made him glow, they were gray. a light gray with a tint of green i liked his eyes. they calmed me
By Phoenix on 05.12.2011
Glowing. This word can mean so many things. The light at the end of a tunnel, a fireflys butt on a warm summers night, or just the pure happiness of a person, eminating from their skin. I love this word. I love everything about
By Megan URL on 05.12.2011
yellow sunshine is beautiful! angels in heaven singing in a chorus. Shining jewelry. Wonderful people. Happiness, bliss!
By Julia on 05.12.2011
I love things that glow. Expecially stars in the night. The sun. And I love glow in the dark necklaces, decorations, and basically everything glow in the dark. The word glowing actually reminds of the glow worm baby doll I use to have so long ago. It was at my grandma’s house.
By Telea on 05.12.2011
glowing is like its shining in your eyes and it takes up all of you vision. This glow is a very bright and white light, but sometimes it can be a little duller like when you have a glow in the dark ball but it starts to loose its lumiosity
By Pandorajk URL on 05.12.2011
She was glowing. The pregnancy glow was pretty hard to hide, and Maria knew that Mark would notice as soon as he walked in the door. Mark had been gone for four months now, so if he didn’t catch on my the way her skin glistened, he soon would notice the bump in her belly.
By Karen URL on 05.12.2011
Glowing. The candles were glowing inside the Mason jars, dangling from the spring branches of the crab apple tree. The grass underfoot was green and fresh. The mosquitos had not yet arrived. It was a perfect May night.
By rachelzana URL on 05.12.2011
Rhythmic beating. Then warmth radiating. Heat enveloping. Aroma overpowering. Soft kiss.
By Forest on 05.12.2011
It is glowing, floating just out of reach. And it vanishes. The girls prances over, and freezes — a huntress on the prowl. It lights again, and in a bound, with unexpected graces, she snatches him right out of the air — her little captive firefly.
By Finch URL on 05.12.2011
I think of fireflies flying around at night when I’m with my younger cousins in Mississippi, and it is so warm and nice out and those are the kinds of moments that make life worthwhile. I think of glow sticks at dance parties with my favorite friends. I think of the expression someone gets whenever you tell them how beautiful they look today and mean it.
By Sarah on 05.12.2011
Fireflies dance before my eyes,
As the sun on the horizon wanes and dies.
And as beautiful as it may seem,
Still I know that it’s only a dream.
By Paige Thulin URL on 05.12.2011
she looks to the empty wall above his left shoulder, remembering childhood pirouettes and her mother’s voice saying
this is how you keep from losing your balance.
By tiffanylu URL on 05.12.2011
and that’s when marla saw the man glowing. it was as if everything was right in that world; as if everything had finally become right for her. when that man began to glow as did everything else around her. that man changed her world around and that’s the last time she saw him. Until, of course, another 6000 years had passed.
By elliott on 05.12.2011
Glowing is when something is lit up. Its bright and in other words, gleaming. A star is always glowing.
By laceylu URL on 05.12.2011
sunshine out my chest I was once told my eyes were full of this by someone who loves me very much… I miss her even now though just saw here a few hours ago. I want to go there with him into the glowing sunshine and stay a while. Who knows what will happen after that
The glen was alight with crystallized trees. The steady hum of the glowing water that had not been touched for centuries sat in a pool in the middle of the arc of trees. The statues of those unfortunate who had drank from, or bathed in the water from the pool sat crystallized just like the trees…
By Mr.Writesabit URL on 05.12.2011
She was glowing. simply glowing. there was no other way to put it. she eminated beauty and grace. and her smile said it all. the glow was coming from the inside. only a truly happy person could illuminate a room in this way. and everyone in the room knew it, as she walked down the isle, escorted by her father.
By Rupert URL on 05.12.2011
Her face was glowing as she traced lines around her stomach cooing at her unborn child. She imagined its face as she nestled it against her breast, it clinging to the sound of her beating heart, not yet used to being out in the world and not in her safe and comfortable womb.
By Becky on 05.12.2011
a shining light and happyness that elumonetes the world. a happiness of live and life. a glowing fire from embers. a light in barkness, even if its not a big light, its there. hope. staying lit.
By Laura on 05.12.2011
as he looked over at her glowing eyes
he was reminded of the beauty that she had within
the beauty of a child
the child that they created
glowing in a way that women crave
By Stef D. URL on 05.12.2011
Dark outer cloud,
light years away,
clumps of gray,
difficult to see,
marks the edge,
our solar domain,
but a tiny speck,
a red hue,
I fear so,
in this lifetime.
By tim on 05.12.2011
We rarely fight but tonight I came home so angry I’m sure my face was glowing and not in a good way. How rude of him and his friend. Was I too sensitive? I think not. By any standards what he said was rude. And my guy just sat there, saying nothing to stop him, as usual.
By paulie aragon on 05.12.2011
I can feel my heart glow as I kiss him. I’m in love, but is he?
By Emily URL on 05.12.2011
The moon was glowing between our footsteps. Somehow connecting our steps with a unified purpose. We ran, but no one heard. We ran far, far away from whatever it was we were each running away from. The fear connected us. It made us friends. It made us understand each other in a way no one else could. The fear pushed us forward causing the silver moonlight to trace our steps even closer together.
shinning. star. phantoms. ghost. green. phosphorescent. dark. light. aura. spectra.
By juliette on 05.12.2011
glowing like phospherous, her eyes grew like diamonds and penetrated my sword. and then i penetrated her with my sword.
By Will Farr on 05.12.2011
The farthest column on the left burst into blue and yellow flames, illuminating the night and glowing beautifully, lighting up my friends faces and casting a heavenly afterglow across the darklit sky. Hundreds of columns beyond that glowed with the same beautiful light, all lining up down the bridege leading across the canyon.
By Breton on 05.12.2011
I think people glow wonderfully. No matter who you are. Some people say pregnant woman glow. I think I glow when Joshua talks to me…awkward, is anyone I know gonna see this? That would really suck:/ I think I would get made fun of for ages. I want the stars to glow.
By Heather on 05.12.2011
everything is glowing, nothing is glowing, what is glowing, when we are bursting with life we glow, when we are miserable, we don’t, we just live on a moment to moment basis where the light flickers on and off based on circumstantial conflicts, we are slaves to existentialism.
By Krishna on 05.12.2011
Her skin, her hair, her eyes.
He’d never seen anything more…beautiful in his entire life.
And she didn’t care.
Didn’t care that he had no life, no job, no university diploma.
He only had a mechanical arm to define himself with,
and she just looked at him everytime with
her eyes glowing.
By Cassie H on 05.12.2011
the summer fields are bright with the lights. they give me peace, comfort, and sanctuary.
By Myself on 05.12.2011
In the glowing light it was there i saw you.
Your hands so smooth; and like an angel you walked, moving across the ash shaken ground with eyes of hidden dust and with hair a beautiful steel.
I remember when you first arrived. It had been the last time I saw you as well. How now I recall you so breathlessly glorious and thunderous.
To find you again… one last time… infinitely lost in your world.
By devi URL on 05.12.2011
lying there on the blistering cement,
a dulled coin shone for no one.
corroded by rains and tires
and angry fires,
it appeared blackened like lifeless soot.
no one turned it over
or cared enough to see:
on the other side it stood there, glowing,
shrouded in simple misery.
By kalena URL on 05.12.2011
It was so dark all i could do was hear my surroundings. my ears were my eyes. i could here glowing it was a light i could here the light and the funny thing is it was a high pitch a squeal of some sort it would make a dog bark it was so loud and bright in my head.
By Emma Jane Park on 05.12.2011
I see a glowing light ahead of me, but its something far that I cannot reach.. and it’s shine has made me see, maybe there’s still something out there for me, for me to shine brighter than who I am now.,
By Belle on 05.12.2011
They say she’s glowing, but she doesn’t feel that way. She feels fat, stuffed into her leggings like a bad piece of sausage. She feels red, red like that sausage. Why are all her metaphors about food? If only she could eat some without feeling nauseous. Who said pregnancy was fun?
By Amber on 05.12.2011