She was glowing, I was glowing, we all were glowing.
Glowing is such a nice word, it truly expresses emotion
I think it would be cool to meet someone who actually glows in the dark!
Random GLOWING
yes Glowing is a nice word :)
Beautiful, amazing star. It just sit there in the dark night and looks down on us, not in a bad way, in a… I will always be here shining in your darkest times, when you need mee I will be here for you to look up to. I am here day and night. Even if you can’t see me. I’m still here.
The fire ascended past my bedroom window and brought the tree next to it into it’s destruction. The inferno cast a horrid glowing aura onto my once dark backyard
flowing like the ass of a lighting bug that is falling into a glass of water, praying to the almighty light bulb in the sky, we all get wet and die some times.
I wish I could glow. Sometimes I think about the other people out there, the ones rambling about on the streets with their hair blowing in the wind, their cheeks flushed by the sun.. and how I want to be so much like them but I can’t. I just don’t have the same glow. Maybe that glow is synonymous with “confidence”. Because I know I don’t have that. I never have. Not since 1986. But that’s a whole ‘nother story.
I’ve always wanted to be described as glowing. My personality. My looks. How I treat people. That is who I want to be. I want to be the girl that glows. And loves. With a whole heart. Something that radiates. Something that is easily seen.
I think its crazy how much she glows. Nothing can stop her. The only thing that can be stopped is me. I can never be with such an amazing lady. She lays out, glowing in the bright world of her being. I’m stuck in the darkness.
I look into her eyes
I see myself in her
I look into his eyes
I see myself in him
Two beings I have helped create
No matter how tough it has been
I shall know my fate
For I do not only see my children
I see my future
The aura around them
Is the aura of my love
The shield that protects them
Glows brighter than the sun
something that glows and looks cool and reminds me of the simpsons when mr burns i think his name is becomes an alien cause of his pills and that gay assistant dude that ray william johnson made a song about came out of the woods and grabbed him and told everyone not to be afraid cause it was just the dude on pills. it was an awesome episode dude.
the glowing lights overhead in the park weren’t like they were when i came here last. last time they were faint reminders of the day. now they were ominous warnings of the night to come. what was i doing here? why was i back?
i saw a bright light at the end of a tunnel i knew then it was almost done when i reached it i realized i was right but in a different sense because i discovered it wasnt any ordinary light but i discovered that the glowing was simply the b-train.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. I watched in wonder as the little bugs flew around me. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. They were so magical. I knew exactly what they were, but they were more than science. I lifted out a hand to catch one. It landed there, blinking, blinding. I grinned and blew it away to blink and buzz with the rest of the fireflies.
what? glowing? im glowing. well, i want to be. i want to emit light. is that glowing? wait. maybe its like… reflecting a LOT of light. no, wait, thats shiny. glowing has a more… godlike affect, not an artificial effect. i wanna glow. YEAH.
the night sky full of countless stars shining down on you. it all looks better with a glow. dim candlelit room, a quiet room, where simply holding hands and sharing thoughts without speaking is just enough.
She was glowing. Her personality shone like a star. She was special. We all knew it.
But we drove her away.
We are just human.
Perfection cannot dwell with people like us.
She left us like the hope left us.
glowing is a great word. thoughts of pregnancy come to mind. light bulbs freshly replaced. fireflies dancing in the sky. i was glowing once, way back when. when I fell in love for the first time. back before everything else.
she was glowing. radiant, perfect and holy. her hair shown in the sunlight and her freckles danced on her face. she shimmered with love and happiness as she looked at me. it was then that i knew i would marry her.
in the dark, you can see it. It is something that just shines, amongst whatever it is. It is produced by light and its usually pretty cool. Glowing, means it isnt just lit, but it has an essence to it.
Face glowing with sweat, she shone with the look of a great workout. Having just left dancing she was exhausted but felt accomplished that finally she had nailed those fouette turns.
Glowing means faintly in the dark, a thing cannot glow in a bright world. glowing means hope in a hopeless world, it means love when you’ve lost all joy. Glowing is a person, and a place, and a lie. Glowing misleads us all.
There is a glowing orb in the center of the room. I can’t touch it, but I can feel it’s warmth pulsing into my skin, breaking through the old and bringing out the young woman in me again. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to hurt, and I remember what it’s like to feel joy. the room is glowing.
You face takes the place of any sun I’ve ever seen. A beauty left before my eyes, a symbol on the screen. You, my love, are all I see tonight. When I read your eyes, I can feel our love take flight.
She was glowing that night. Everyone complimented her on it. If only they knew why. She was not even sure why. It was only until later when she did the test that she realised the reason.
“Whoa! Your happy glow, it’s blinding.” he said.
“I am not glowing. Now shut it.” she said to him as her cheeks began to flood with colour.
“You sure about that?” he asked.
“Yes, I am entirely sure that I am not glowing.” she said shooting him a glare before walking away.
I was glowing today when I did my first suggestive selling at work. The woman loved her brownie, and my husband got a good tip because of it. :) Plus, I might have made some regulars.
people. all around. unfound some. You see. Some you don’t. Glow yourself and they’ll shine back. They say. You just have to believe it. Receive it. Achieve it. Or something. Glow stick. Glow worm. Glow germ. Flourish. Sparkle. Sizzle with all your might. And something might just spark!
I used to think the worst thoughts came to me in the small hours, when insomnia stalks the hallways, but I know now that they come during bouts of the tummy problem we brought back from Kenya. Stumbling weakly along the narrow corridor, bent around the griping pain in the guts, fearful of disgracing myself again by not making it in time, the futility, the sheer purposelessness of existence has a sharper edge than at any other time. So it was a great surprise to find last night, during a third visit to the loo, that an angel met me in the corridor. Now don’t misunderstand, when I say an angel I don’t mean a lassie in a glowing frock.
Her eyes were glowing with rage. How could he do this to her? This was HER time to shine, and he was ruining it. She might never get a chance again to do this, and HE had the nerve to wreck it all for her? She was full of anger, and she couldn’t find a way out of it, except through her friend, the Blade.
glowing. christmas. Everyone’s glowing then. lights on trees faces. i don’t know what else. Maybe it’s the whole spirit of the season that glows. I really can’t think of anything else to write about glowing. who does? …
It’s not a kind of night. It’s without a doubt, and inexorably the complete withdrawl of sun. Illuminated only in this vast darkness, a yellow raincoat, and a girl beneath it. Can you really blame me for staring at her?
I see a moon in the night after a long day at work. I have your arms here to keep me from running, I don’t want to run anymore. I’ve spend my entire life running.
glowing is happy. radiant. free. everyone would like to glow…but we all can’t…at least not all the time. But we can try. Its always nice to be noticed…and glow.
lol candles and halloween like the jackolanterrns on people’s lawns and glowsticks like dayglow like we’re taking molly and i’m excited for that but a little scared but mares isn’t taking it so she will take care of me. also harry potter glows a lot like the wands and candles in that too and their…animal counterparts i can’t think of right now my unicorn nightlight
shine smile light hope sparks wom
She was glowing, I was glowing, we all were glowing.
Glowing is such a nice word, it truly expresses emotion
I think it would be cool to meet someone who actually glows in the dark!
Random GLOWING
yes Glowing is a nice word :)
Beautiful, amazing star. It just sit there in the dark night and looks down on us, not in a bad way, in a… I will always be here shining in your darkest times, when you need mee I will be here for you to look up to. I am here day and night. Even if you can’t see me. I’m still here.
The fire ascended past my bedroom window and brought the tree next to it into it’s destruction. The inferno cast a horrid glowing aura onto my once dark backyard
bright illustrious peace my heart love babies the dawn people lights going on walks in the moonlight the ocean
flowing like the ass of a lighting bug that is falling into a glass of water, praying to the almighty light bulb in the sky, we all get wet and die some times.
I wish I could glow. Sometimes I think about the other people out there, the ones rambling about on the streets with their hair blowing in the wind, their cheeks flushed by the sun.. and how I want to be so much like them but I can’t. I just don’t have the same glow. Maybe that glow is synonymous with “confidence”. Because I know I don’t have that. I never have. Not since 1986. But that’s a whole ‘nother story.
nothnx
I’ve always wanted to be described as glowing. My personality. My looks. How I treat people. That is who I want to be. I want to be the girl that glows. And loves. With a whole heart. Something that radiates. Something that is easily seen.
what happens when you smile. what happens to my heart when i see you. what the world experiences when you speak.
I think its crazy how much she glows. Nothing can stop her. The only thing that can be stopped is me. I can never be with such an amazing lady. She lays out, glowing in the bright world of her being. I’m stuck in the darkness.
I look into her eyes
I see myself in her
I look into his eyes
I see myself in him
Two beings I have helped create
No matter how tough it has been
I shall know my fate
For I do not only see my children
I see my future
The aura around them
Is the aura of my love
The shield that protects them
Glows brighter than the sun
something that glows and looks cool and reminds me of the simpsons when mr burns i think his name is becomes an alien cause of his pills and that gay assistant dude that ray william johnson made a song about came out of the woods and grabbed him and told everyone not to be afraid cause it was just the dude on pills. it was an awesome episode dude.
the glowing lights overhead in the park weren’t like they were when i came here last. last time they were faint reminders of the day. now they were ominous warnings of the night to come. what was i doing here? why was i back?
i saw a bright light at the end of a tunnel i knew then it was almost done when i reached it i realized i was right but in a different sense because i discovered it wasnt any ordinary light but i discovered that the glowing was simply the b-train.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. I watched in wonder as the little bugs flew around me. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. They were so magical. I knew exactly what they were, but they were more than science. I lifted out a hand to catch one. It landed there, blinking, blinding. I grinned and blew it away to blink and buzz with the rest of the fireflies.
what? glowing? im glowing. well, i want to be. i want to emit light. is that glowing? wait. maybe its like… reflecting a LOT of light. no, wait, thats shiny. glowing has a more… godlike affect, not an artificial effect. i wanna glow. YEAH.
the night sky full of countless stars shining down on you. it all looks better with a glow. dim candlelit room, a quiet room, where simply holding hands and sharing thoughts without speaking is just enough.
glowing like the moon on a dark starless night.
She was glowing. Her personality shone like a star. She was special. We all knew it.
But we drove her away.
We are just human.
Perfection cannot dwell with people like us.
She left us like the hope left us.
glowing is a great word. thoughts of pregnancy come to mind. light bulbs freshly replaced. fireflies dancing in the sky. i was glowing once, way back when. when I fell in love for the first time. back before everything else.
she was glowing. radiant, perfect and holy. her hair shown in the sunlight and her freckles danced on her face. she shimmered with love and happiness as she looked at me. it was then that i knew i would marry her.
Her face was glowing in the orange sun her hair complementing the tone her lips so pink outlining her unstained teeth, her eyes..
in the dark, you can see it. It is something that just shines, amongst whatever it is. It is produced by light and its usually pretty cool. Glowing, means it isnt just lit, but it has an essence to it.
Face glowing with sweat, she shone with the look of a great workout. Having just left dancing she was exhausted but felt accomplished that finally she had nailed those fouette turns.
fireflies on summer nights, latern
Glowing means faintly in the dark, a thing cannot glow in a bright world. glowing means hope in a hopeless world, it means love when you’ve lost all joy. Glowing is a person, and a place, and a lie. Glowing misleads us all.
There is a glowing orb in the center of the room. I can’t touch it, but I can feel it’s warmth pulsing into my skin, breaking through the old and bringing out the young woman in me again. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to hurt, and I remember what it’s like to feel joy. the room is glowing.
You face takes the place of any sun I’ve ever seen. A beauty left before my eyes, a symbol on the screen. You, my love, are all I see tonight. When I read your eyes, I can feel our love take flight.
She was glowing that night. Everyone complimented her on it. If only they knew why. She was not even sure why. It was only until later when she did the test that she realised the reason.
“Whoa! Your happy glow, it’s blinding.” he said.
“I am not glowing. Now shut it.” she said to him as her cheeks began to flood with colour.
“You sure about that?” he asked.
“Yes, I am entirely sure that I am not glowing.” she said shooting him a glare before walking away.
I was glowing today when I did my first suggestive selling at work. The woman loved her brownie, and my husband got a good tip because of it. :) Plus, I might have made some regulars.
people. all around. unfound some. You see. Some you don’t. Glow yourself and they’ll shine back. They say. You just have to believe it. Receive it. Achieve it. Or something. Glow stick. Glow worm. Glow germ. Flourish. Sparkle. Sizzle with all your might. And something might just spark!
I used to think the worst thoughts came to me in the small hours, when insomnia stalks the hallways, but I know now that they come during bouts of the tummy problem we brought back from Kenya. Stumbling weakly along the narrow corridor, bent around the griping pain in the guts, fearful of disgracing myself again by not making it in time, the futility, the sheer purposelessness of existence has a sharper edge than at any other time. So it was a great surprise to find last night, during a third visit to the loo, that an angel met me in the corridor. Now don’t misunderstand, when I say an angel I don’t mean a lassie in a glowing frock.
Her eyes were glowing with rage. How could he do this to her? This was HER time to shine, and he was ruining it. She might never get a chance again to do this, and HE had the nerve to wreck it all for her? She was full of anger, and she couldn’t find a way out of it, except through her friend, the Blade.
glowing. christmas. Everyone’s glowing then. lights on trees faces. i don’t know what else. Maybe it’s the whole spirit of the season that glows. I really can’t think of anything else to write about glowing. who does? …
It’s not a kind of night. It’s without a doubt, and inexorably the complete withdrawl of sun. Illuminated only in this vast darkness, a yellow raincoat, and a girl beneath it. Can you really blame me for staring at her?
I see a moon in the night after a long day at work. I have your arms here to keep me from running, I don’t want to run anymore. I’ve spend my entire life running.
glowing is happy. radiant. free. everyone would like to glow…but we all can’t…at least not all the time. But we can try. Its always nice to be noticed…and glow.
lol candles and halloween like the jackolanterrns on people’s lawns and glowsticks like dayglow like we’re taking molly and i’m excited for that but a little scared but mares isn’t taking it so she will take care of me. also harry potter glows a lot like the wands and candles in that too and their…animal counterparts i can’t think of right now my unicorn nightlight