The lantern lit the path as we walked down the woods. The summer air drifted around and it was green everywhere. The night was warm, and we were almost there. The stars shone down on us. It was a favorable night, and all the creatures were keeping us company as we walked the dirt path. I breathed in the warm scents.
“Do you think they’ll like my dress?” i asked my companion.
“They’ll love your dress.” He responded.
silence fell between us. I held onto my glowing lantern. It’s warm light made me smile, and comforted me. I don’t know what will happen, but i know as long as i had my lantern, i’d be fine.
Too bad that everything in the world is already discovered. Otherwise I would set out on voyages across the sea with a lantern, perhaps a pipe, and whole lot of explorer swag.
ahhhh, lanterns. they’re so serene and pretty. i want to go to that lantern festival thing in thailand. i want to have a big deck when i grow up where i’ll have lots of lanterns as decorations and i’ll light them up when we have big parties in the back yard.
There was once a lantern lighter in London who had a map of the city in his pocket. Though he walked the streets each night he couldn’t ever remember where he was or where he was going. It was a strange syndrome.
a ball of light floating suspended between space and time, delegating the world to its proper positions: good and bad, light and dark. it creates a sense of void and vacuum. it delegates a sense of enlightenment involved with the creation of light and understanding.
So I am carrying it, then? Is that how this fate thing works? That on the day I happen to need a word like this the most -if only for the sake of reflection- it pops up somewhere I wasn’t expecting it and here I am, gonna have to think about it.
I am carrying it. Not him. Not any of them. Just me. I don’t know much about this place, but it my own. And the wandering is up to me. They can’t see in. They don’t know where I am in that place. And even when i voice it, they’ll never know for sure, they’ll skew it with their own perceptions and turn it into something uniquely their own.
This is my life, my venture, my journey, and I am carrying the goddamn lantern.
Love is something that I think we all want. Do I ?. I don’t act like it. I like my time alone I need my time alone. It is good for me to be able to pick and choose when I interact with others and when I can be alone.
I want to do more with my life.
We picked up the lantern and stepped into the frigid, snowy night. The dim fire was used as a small source of warmth and light in the cold, dark scenery. As we passed through the forest, we saw the shadows of the trees and ourselves.
My last word looked so strikingly similiar to this one, though this one exists on a different point in time, It has been covered with an infitesmal amount more of dust and meet with an infitesimal amount less joy
Incondesence ripples through the thin glass of our lattern, it shatters the darkness outside and creates a mess of revelence. All is seen nothing is hiden.
well we went on this thing in school called retreat and it was a life changing experience for many people. in our group we would sit in a room and pass our orange lantern around symbolising freedom and share every single worry we ever had if we wanted to. i was amazed at how these people who i had been in school with for five years could so easily tell there deepest thoughts with people they werent that close with and i was surprised at myself about how i was able to open up to them. the weekend changed my life forever and showed me how important my friends are to me.
He held the lantern aloft. The weak, yellow beam filtered down through the worn, wooden slats. Beneath the pale, dry straw, something moved. A big something. Rian quickly clambored down off the ladder, backing up against the wall. He ran his hand across the splittered walls, hands searching in the dark. He needed a weapon, something, anything. The shuffling bundled moved closer. A soft snuffling sound came from below the piled hat.
Global sphere of pivotal light
Shines from beneath my abdomen
Beaming into his gleaming face
Oxygenless silence swings silently
Through the night
Blood streams tactlessly
Crazy diamond you
Crazy always to me
Everyone lit the lanterns in memory of him. Soaring into the sky, little glowing orange shapes. In memory of him. For him. Only 16 and he is gone. Signalled by a latern.
Lanterns are generally associated with a time that has been forgotten. Dr. Jykell and Mr. Hyde is what comes to mind. I think that is because it give the illusion of allure and mystery. Everyone wants to experience something frightening. And if you have a lantern you will.
the was a green later that always sat on a table. One day a woman noticed the latern was gone. She wondered where could it be? Had someone taken it? Had she misplaced it or did it ever exist at all?
it’s light but not really, just a bulk, a marginal forest, something to ooze out of you, then sinks back in, never lasts, even when you keep it high over your head.
it is a big thing you have on the car. it can be green and yellow and red. so many colors, don’t know what to do, it’s very beautiful and important! when will it end, I don’t know! :)
Don’t stop believing
hold on to that feeling
street lights
people!
Harry Potter will be missed but not as much as Dumbledore.
Its funny that we have to remind ourselves that Hermione was a child that we saw grow up in front of our eyes now that she’s hot
The lantern glowed with a harsh yellow light in contrast to the inky darkness that surrounded it. The wind was strong enough to make it bob back and forth, stretching the light even further as the darkness was slowly banished by the hanging object.
The lantern grew dimmer as Anya tried to pass through the barn. “Hurry,” she whispered behind her to the children. “They’re going to catch up to us if you don’t go faster!” The lantern flickered more and began to go dark as she sped up, pulling Nathan’s hand. “Go!”
feast of lanterns. it’s a festival held every july in my town. an old chinese tradition…in a california town. they changed the story though. two lovers turn into birds originally to escape their families. but my town is know for butterflies. monarchs.
the lantern in my heart always glows. It doesn’t always illuminate the room but it always remains. a brief flicker, perhaps the gas is turned down all the way so that only a small blue flame remains, but it retains its luminous properties all the same. many a blustery evening threatened to extinguish my eternal flame, but to no avail. Even in the darkest nights of my soul, when I was sure there was no way out, the small wick lit a little place in my heart called hope. always.
we could say the green lantern is the worst movie ever. But I don’t to get judgemental, lanterns are quite useful, i was on the beach once, and a lantern help my way out.
There is no reason why the pokemon Lantern Lanturn who cares should exist. Why in the name of God did Game Freak make those terrible terrible games? The show makes them look so good, but they are all terrible pokemon. Woe is me.
A Lantern is something that you use to carry light with you instead of using a flashlight. You can bring it a dark area where you can see at all and you can use lantern to help you see.
The lantern lit the path as we walked down the woods. The summer air drifted around and it was green everywhere. The night was warm, and we were almost there. The stars shone down on us. It was a favorable night, and all the creatures were keeping us company as we walked the dirt path. I breathed in the warm scents.
“Do you think they’ll like my dress?” i asked my companion.
“They’ll love your dress.” He responded.
silence fell between us. I held onto my glowing lantern. It’s warm light made me smile, and comforted me. I don’t know what will happen, but i know as long as i had my lantern, i’d be fine.
Too bad that everything in the world is already discovered. Otherwise I would set out on voyages across the sea with a lantern, perhaps a pipe, and whole lot of explorer swag.
ahhhh, lanterns. they’re so serene and pretty. i want to go to that lantern festival thing in thailand. i want to have a big deck when i grow up where i’ll have lots of lanterns as decorations and i’ll light them up when we have big parties in the back yard.
Lanterns are red. Roses are blue. What in the world am I writing. I don’t even know.
There was once a lantern lighter in London who had a map of the city in his pocket. Though he walked the streets each night he couldn’t ever remember where he was or where he was going. It was a strange syndrome.
a ball of light floating suspended between space and time, delegating the world to its proper positions: good and bad, light and dark. it creates a sense of void and vacuum. it delegates a sense of enlightenment involved with the creation of light and understanding.
So I am carrying it, then? Is that how this fate thing works? That on the day I happen to need a word like this the most -if only for the sake of reflection- it pops up somewhere I wasn’t expecting it and here I am, gonna have to think about it.
I am carrying it. Not him. Not any of them. Just me. I don’t know much about this place, but it my own. And the wandering is up to me. They can’t see in. They don’t know where I am in that place. And even when i voice it, they’ll never know for sure, they’ll skew it with their own perceptions and turn it into something uniquely their own.
This is my life, my venture, my journey, and I am carrying the goddamn lantern.
Love is something that I think we all want. Do I ?. I don’t act like it. I like my time alone I need my time alone. It is good for me to be able to pick and choose when I interact with others and when I can be alone.
I want to do more with my life.
We picked up the lantern and stepped into the frigid, snowy night. The dim fire was used as a small source of warmth and light in the cold, dark scenery. As we passed through the forest, we saw the shadows of the trees and ourselves.
My last word looked so strikingly similiar to this one, though this one exists on a different point in time, It has been covered with an infitesmal amount more of dust and meet with an infitesimal amount less joy
light.nature.
Incondesence ripples through the thin glass of our lattern, it shatters the darkness outside and creates a mess of revelence. All is seen nothing is hiden.
She took the lantern and went out into the inky night to search for the source of the eerie sound that had disturbed her concentration.
A hanging flame, suspended in midair, bobbing up the road, lighting dimly what lies ahead.
well we went on this thing in school called retreat and it was a life changing experience for many people. in our group we would sit in a room and pass our orange lantern around symbolising freedom and share every single worry we ever had if we wanted to. i was amazed at how these people who i had been in school with for five years could so easily tell there deepest thoughts with people they werent that close with and i was surprised at myself about how i was able to open up to them. the weekend changed my life forever and showed me how important my friends are to me.
I have a mickey mouse lantern in my night table… it has no battery… but i keep it to remember myself i have to get some batteries!!!
My dad has a big lantern… almost a taxi one!
He held the lantern aloft. The weak, yellow beam filtered down through the worn, wooden slats. Beneath the pale, dry straw, something moved. A big something. Rian quickly clambored down off the ladder, backing up against the wall. He ran his hand across the splittered walls, hands searching in the dark. He needed a weapon, something, anything. The shuffling bundled moved closer. A soft snuffling sound came from below the piled hat.
Global sphere of pivotal light
Shines from beneath my abdomen
Beaming into his gleaming face
Oxygenless silence swings silently
Through the night
Blood streams tactlessly
Crazy diamond you
Crazy always to me
Everyone lit the lanterns in memory of him. Soaring into the sky, little glowing orange shapes. In memory of him. For him. Only 16 and he is gone. Signalled by a latern.
Lanterns are generally associated with a time that has been forgotten. Dr. Jykell and Mr. Hyde is what comes to mind. I think that is because it give the illusion of allure and mystery. Everyone wants to experience something frightening. And if you have a lantern you will.
the was a green later that always sat on a table. One day a woman noticed the latern was gone. She wondered where could it be? Had someone taken it? Had she misplaced it or did it ever exist at all?
it’s light but not really, just a bulk, a marginal forest, something to ooze out of you, then sinks back in, never lasts, even when you keep it high over your head.
it is a big thing you have on the car. it can be green and yellow and red. so many colors, don’t know what to do, it’s very beautiful and important! when will it end, I don’t know! :)
The lantern sat on the floor, illuminating a small circle of the cabin. I put a green blanket on the floor next to it and curled up on it.
Don’t stop believing
hold on to that feeling
street lights
people!
Harry Potter will be missed but not as much as Dumbledore.
Its funny that we have to remind ourselves that Hermione was a child that we saw grow up in front of our eyes now that she’s hot
The lantern glowed with a harsh yellow light in contrast to the inky darkness that surrounded it. The wind was strong enough to make it bob back and forth, stretching the light even further as the darkness was slowly banished by the hanging object.
The lantern grew dimmer as Anya tried to pass through the barn. “Hurry,” she whispered behind her to the children. “They’re going to catch up to us if you don’t go faster!” The lantern flickered more and began to go dark as she sped up, pulling Nathan’s hand. “Go!”
feast of lanterns. it’s a festival held every july in my town. an old chinese tradition…in a california town. they changed the story though. two lovers turn into birds originally to escape their families. but my town is know for butterflies. monarchs.
the lantern in my heart always glows. It doesn’t always illuminate the room but it always remains. a brief flicker, perhaps the gas is turned down all the way so that only a small blue flame remains, but it retains its luminous properties all the same. many a blustery evening threatened to extinguish my eternal flame, but to no avail. Even in the darkest nights of my soul, when I was sure there was no way out, the small wick lit a little place in my heart called hope. always.
we could say the green lantern is the worst movie ever. But I don’t to get judgemental, lanterns are quite useful, i was on the beach once, and a lantern help my way out.
There is no reason why the pokemon Lantern Lanturn who cares should exist. Why in the name of God did Game Freak make those terrible terrible games? The show makes them look so good, but they are all terrible pokemon. Woe is me.
If I held my hand up
let the nails florescent in the light
flicker to the frame
My lantern was the only source of warmth that I had left while I was out camping in the cold.
Wth is that?
pink
paper
lanterns
flickering
across
a
neon
sky.
Light, hero, lamp, and monkeys.
light, fuel, camping, heat,super hero,woods, fun, ABABABABABABAB oh, sorry for that I lost it.
A lantern is like a light. It helps you see in the dark. It helps you in the dark . like if you are doing something in the dark.
A Lantern is something that you use to carry light with you instead of using a flashlight. You can bring it a dark area where you can see at all and you can use lantern to help you see.
The lantern lighted the way as i walked through the dark cave .
It helped me see spider webs that were in my way as i walked .
ewww .
A lantern is a bright light thing like a Jack o’ lantern.