Lanterns provide a dim lighting as we lay sprawled out on a soft blanket, tangled together. The waves crash in the background, and the sound of his heartbeat fills the air. We gaze up silently at the stars, and watch as one shoots across the sky…
The fireflies all flew directly toward the lantern. It’s glow was beautiful and nothing could compare. Unfortunately, it spelled death for many… especially the most gorgeous bug that people like.
I lantern is a symbol of light in the night. Like your last hope, the thread that keeps you from floating away. A lantern can be a symbol, figurative or no. Like in a window or a lighthouse.
the lantern shone with a strange intensity…the light was pulsating as if keeping beat with my heart…i didn’t know if my heart or the lantern would explode first
I went to an old house and I had to use a lantern in order to see where I was going. It was really dark because there was no power. The lantern was my only source of light. My last beckon of hope. The oil starts to slowly fate and so did everything else.
Lantern floating in a pond a midnight
sailing softly silent ships, sinking off the
horizon and the silky disk of moonlight
flying higher than the stars
past and future joining now
say your soft goodbyes
Light. Something we all so desperately need, whether we realize it or not. Not just the normal light that you see in your room, though I certainly know how useful it is to be able to see more than a foot in front of you. Revelation. Knowledge. Religious, spiritual, or just self-serving. It doesn’t matter. The light that leads you to yourself. No matter what.
The look beaming between them was like the light from a lantern in the storm of chaos that had enveloped them. Jensen mumbled an introduction, “I’m Jensen.” She responded almost in a whisper, “I know.”
light. bright light. light that draws my eyes, and yours, over this light they meet. perfect communion. our eyes and our souls. for awhile that is all there is, just our eyes and our souls and this perfect light.
The lantern is burning bright. I can almost find that needle in this hay stack. No wait. I hear the men coming. If they find me in here I’ll be. I need that needle. I was my mothers.
The bright, shining glow shed light on the love he had for his daughter. You could just see the look in his eyes as they walked towards the cabin where they have spent the last 10 summers. She was still so young, but he could see that she wasn’t the same girl from last summer. But this time, this time was for them. No work. Just family.
It reminds me of The Chronicles of Narnia, the way it melts into sunlight even in the middle of snow. It’s like having love shining brightly in the middle of cold death. It’s beautiful. The word doesn’t do the concept justice, though. Because lantern is not as beautiful as light. But what it gives off is.
Thick black muck suctioned my boots to the ground as I walked. I had one more lantern to light before I was able to head home. My kids were waiting up tonight. I would give them hugs and leave in the morning for the war. There would be tears and heartache, but I had to go. For the good of my family I would go.
The dark pathway was lite by one, single lantern. The light stretched over the gravel exposing the mysteries in front of me. Sadly those mysteries were gone, expired, solved.
Lanterns are used for so many things. You use them to light the way, you use them to write at night when you have nothing else to do. What would we do without lanterns? They gave the idea for flashlights, which I suppose are more popular now. Lanterns can also be quite dangerous, with their open fire.
Lantern. Bright, bubbling, luminescent, glowing on summer nights under low hanging trees in damp air. Thunderstorms. Long grass. First love. Swimming. Staying out until midnight. Sunstarched days ending in nights full of unrestrained laughter.
It illuminated the room. Pure beauty from this little flickering flame. Conceals the darkness, brings happenies and lights up even the blackest holes in space.
the lantern was heavy in my hand but i didnt let go. if i did, then the darkness of the woods would surround me. i tightened my grip just incase it dropped and shattered. i quicked my pace too. i waqs afraid that the light might burn out and then id be lost. i was afraid of the dark, deathly afraid, and that lantern was my only companion in those dark and lonely woods. i had been walking for hours but it would still be a long time before the sun rose and illuminated the world arround me. i still could believe that i had been stupid enough to go into these woods alone but there i was. i walked for another hour before deciding to rest. i sat doen below a nearby tree. the ground was hard and cold and there was a sharp bite in the wind that made my teeth chatter and set my body into a fit of shivering. i sat the lantern in my lap keeping my hand inches away from the hot glass so the heat could warm my hands. it was an old gass latern i had found in the back of my fathers garage. he had told me that it had once belong to my great grandfather. my grandfather has used i9t when he had lived on his family farm. he stayed out all night to chase away coons from their crops, and this lantern was ther only thing that guided his was in the dark, just like it was guided me. my great grandfather had given it to my grandfather, who then gave it to my dad. he never used it but displayed it proudly on a shelf in ther cabin that we owned. thats where i took it from. as i sat there holding the lantern i thought about how old it was. origionally it had been a forest green color but over the years the paint had chipped off to reviel a sort of black. rust had made the bottom of it redish and old looking. there was a dent on the top part where my grandfather had slammed it against a tree once. he was surprized it hadnt shattered the glass. as i was lost in my thoughts the wind picked up and there was a distinct smell in the air: rain. i qucikly glanced around looking for shelter but it was too dark to see anything. i stood only the lantern at an arms length. i walked several paces before catching the glimpse of an odd tree in the light. it was a large oak that had fallen over years ago. the roots shot out at different angles making the bottom of the tree look like a gnarled witches hand. the branches were think and plentyfull, overlaping in many places, and made the perfect shelter. the ground beneath the tree was softer than the ground i had been sitting on before and was much more comfortable. i curled up beneath the tree and hugged my lantern close to feel its warmth. just as i got comfortable the rain fell loose from the clouds and pounded the earth. i began to shiver again and held tight to my lantern. once again i thiought of it as the only friend i had at the time. of course i had real friends but in those woods none of them mattered. i closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. i hoped that when i woke up it would be morning and i could find my way back to the cabin. the lantern was so close to my face that its light made the inside of my eyelids red. it was like i could almost still see the small fire inside. suddenly i realized that the light had flickered and i opened my eyes in alarm. the wind was hitting the glass of the lantern and the flame bounced back and forth, threatening to die out. i moved it behind a large branch so the wind could not reach it. i was terrified of that light burning out and i once again worried about how much fuel was left in it. i couldnt stop thinking of the light suddenly vanishing and leaving me in total darkness. after that i could sleep. i stayed awake watching the lantern as if i could will it to stay lite. hours passed and i could feel myself becoming more and more exhausted but i could not make myself turn my gaze. more time passed. i was stiff from cold and my stomache hurt from shivering. my eyelids were extremely heavy and my head became foggy with fatuige. but no matter what, that light held on. in my tired mind i imagined the lantern holding on to its light with all its might. i could hear it saying, “dont give up! i wont give up on you!” it was like the little engine that could trying to make it up the hill. my lantern became the little lantern that would hold its light. the night seemed to last forever and i wondered if the sun would ever rise. i could hold out much longer. finally, i could see the suns rays peak over the treetops. i smiled to myself and looked at my lantern. the flame was still going. as the sun rose higher i let my eyelids droop. i relaxed my body and knew that the worst was over. i could hear shouts far away, probably my family looking for me. as i was beginning to feel relieved, my little lantern finally burnt out.
I grabbed the lantern and tried to light it, my hands shaking desperately. I don’t know why I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I wasn’t surrounded by complete darkness, the cold feeling in my body would go away. I felt like the world was going to crash around me any second.
Boy returns home from 2 week vacation.
Hands girl gift.
“You bought me a shirt?” she says pulling it out of the I <3 NY bag.
"yeah. its green because your the green lantern although i did look for blue."
"awww."
— and all i got for you is a silly rubber bracelet… Why the hell did he have to be so sweet?
Lantern reminds me of camping and being outside. Sitting on a porch on a balmy summer’s night, watching fireflies and taking in the sounds of nature settling in for a sleep. Lanterns remind me of summer camp that I never went to. Lanterns remind me of rust and things being weathered.
Outside the house the girl looked up at the lantern. the bulb was flickering and eventually died out before she could ring the bell. she panicked in the darkness and began hammering on the door until at last… it opened but not by who she was expecting…
The floating lanterns over the river were more beautiful than I could have imagined. And, there, in that dream, I swear they were flying for Jesse.
They were flying for and with him. Helping him soar above the clouds and straight to the stars he had always loved so much.
The lantern glowed in the dimly lit street, but the young girl continued to run, not letting the blinding rain slapping her face bother her. Traditional music floated through the screens of cramped Chinese homes, but the sound was comforting and the glow of the lanterns were familiar in an unfamiliar place.
You are my lantern. You are my light. Without you, my whole world turns various shades of black. Light my sky, beautiful lantern, and I promise you I will never blow you out.
Night time, lingering,
here in my darkness,
how can I escape?
Will I ever find the way out.
A lantern glows in a greenish tint,
Evil as anything,
like me……..
forever me….
Sometimes, I just want to sit in my room under the faint lighting and sleep with my eyes open. They’ll glaze over like lanterns, and my heart will slow down until the beating seems to evaporate out of my chest. I’ll still be alive, my irises lit up to lead the way out of an endless night. Bodies are useless in these battles against the growing weeds and unnerving rain. My mind is the only instrument I need, and it’ll be all right.
She raised the lantern high above her head. Something was moving around the corner of the building. A shadow, maybe, or a critter darting out of sight. Her limbs curled up into her body in fright but she inched forward, shedding light.
The fog had grown to encompass the lake, surrounding it entirely, enveloping the banks that had once been full of lush reeds and various insect life buzzing about. She had remembered the makeshift dock that pertruded out from the lakefront garden scenery that had been there long ago; it would be difficult to imagine that it still existed given the rickety state into which it had lapsed even in her youth. Thirty seven years later, it was probably a well-rotted pile of indistinguishable murk at the bottom of the lake, but the blanketing mists forbade her from seeing for herself. The dim orange glow that her lantern feebly imposed upon the few feet before was such a vain attempt at illumination that it was almost humorous. This thought made the right corner of her mouth turn upward, only slightly.
The lantern hung dimly in the hallway as she entered the musty, creaky house. She had thought that anything was better than being outside in the cold, windy wintery night but this place gave her chills.
Lanterns provide a dim lighting as we lay sprawled out on a soft blanket, tangled together. The waves crash in the background, and the sound of his heartbeat fills the air. We gaze up silently at the stars, and watch as one shoots across the sky…
I can still hear the pitter-patter of the rain against the roof. As I went outside the balcony, I saw a sole lantern by the shore…
The fireflies all flew directly toward the lantern. It’s glow was beautiful and nothing could compare. Unfortunately, it spelled death for many… especially the most gorgeous bug that people like.
I lantern is a symbol of light in the night. Like your last hope, the thread that keeps you from floating away. A lantern can be a symbol, figurative or no. Like in a window or a lighthouse.
the lantern shone with a strange intensity…the light was pulsating as if keeping beat with my heart…i didn’t know if my heart or the lantern would explode first
I went to an old house and I had to use a lantern in order to see where I was going. It was really dark because there was no power. The lantern was my only source of light. My last beckon of hope. The oil starts to slowly fate and so did everything else.
Lantern floating in a pond a midnight
sailing softly silent ships, sinking off the
horizon and the silky disk of moonlight
flying higher than the stars
past and future joining now
say your soft goodbyes
Light. Something we all so desperately need, whether we realize it or not. Not just the normal light that you see in your room, though I certainly know how useful it is to be able to see more than a foot in front of you. Revelation. Knowledge. Religious, spiritual, or just self-serving. It doesn’t matter. The light that leads you to yourself. No matter what.
The look beaming between them was like the light from a lantern in the storm of chaos that had enveloped them. Jensen mumbled an introduction, “I’m Jensen.” She responded almost in a whisper, “I know.”
light. bright light. light that draws my eyes, and yours, over this light they meet. perfect communion. our eyes and our souls. for awhile that is all there is, just our eyes and our souls and this perfect light.
The lantern is burning bright. I can almost find that needle in this hay stack. No wait. I hear the men coming. If they find me in here I’ll be. I need that needle. I was my mothers.
The bright, shining glow shed light on the love he had for his daughter. You could just see the look in his eyes as they walked towards the cabin where they have spent the last 10 summers. She was still so young, but he could see that she wasn’t the same girl from last summer. But this time, this time was for them. No work. Just family.
shine, give life lite. love looking in it, smile when it moves,cries when it’s gone.
It reminds me of The Chronicles of Narnia, the way it melts into sunlight even in the middle of snow. It’s like having love shining brightly in the middle of cold death. It’s beautiful. The word doesn’t do the concept justice, though. Because lantern is not as beautiful as light. But what it gives off is.
As the lantern covered us with its soft light I touched her in a way that made her shudder.
Thick black muck suctioned my boots to the ground as I walked. I had one more lantern to light before I was able to head home. My kids were waiting up tonight. I would give them hugs and leave in the morning for the war. There would be tears and heartache, but I had to go. For the good of my family I would go.
The dark pathway was lite by one, single lantern. The light stretched over the gravel exposing the mysteries in front of me. Sadly those mysteries were gone, expired, solved.
the slow flickering of light cast grotesque shadows on the wall. the flame licked the wax of the candle flaring up eating at the iron weakening it
Lanterns are used for so many things. You use them to light the way, you use them to write at night when you have nothing else to do. What would we do without lanterns? They gave the idea for flashlights, which I suppose are more popular now. Lanterns can also be quite dangerous, with their open fire.
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Lantern. Bright, bubbling, luminescent, glowing on summer nights under low hanging trees in damp air. Thunderstorms. Long grass. First love. Swimming. Staying out until midnight. Sunstarched days ending in nights full of unrestrained laughter.
It illuminated the room. Pure beauty from this little flickering flame. Conceals the darkness, brings happenies and lights up even the blackest holes in space.
the lantern was heavy in my hand but i didnt let go. if i did, then the darkness of the woods would surround me. i tightened my grip just incase it dropped and shattered. i quicked my pace too. i waqs afraid that the light might burn out and then id be lost. i was afraid of the dark, deathly afraid, and that lantern was my only companion in those dark and lonely woods. i had been walking for hours but it would still be a long time before the sun rose and illuminated the world arround me. i still could believe that i had been stupid enough to go into these woods alone but there i was. i walked for another hour before deciding to rest. i sat doen below a nearby tree. the ground was hard and cold and there was a sharp bite in the wind that made my teeth chatter and set my body into a fit of shivering. i sat the lantern in my lap keeping my hand inches away from the hot glass so the heat could warm my hands. it was an old gass latern i had found in the back of my fathers garage. he had told me that it had once belong to my great grandfather. my grandfather has used i9t when he had lived on his family farm. he stayed out all night to chase away coons from their crops, and this lantern was ther only thing that guided his was in the dark, just like it was guided me. my great grandfather had given it to my grandfather, who then gave it to my dad. he never used it but displayed it proudly on a shelf in ther cabin that we owned. thats where i took it from. as i sat there holding the lantern i thought about how old it was. origionally it had been a forest green color but over the years the paint had chipped off to reviel a sort of black. rust had made the bottom of it redish and old looking. there was a dent on the top part where my grandfather had slammed it against a tree once. he was surprized it hadnt shattered the glass. as i was lost in my thoughts the wind picked up and there was a distinct smell in the air: rain. i qucikly glanced around looking for shelter but it was too dark to see anything. i stood only the lantern at an arms length. i walked several paces before catching the glimpse of an odd tree in the light. it was a large oak that had fallen over years ago. the roots shot out at different angles making the bottom of the tree look like a gnarled witches hand. the branches were think and plentyfull, overlaping in many places, and made the perfect shelter. the ground beneath the tree was softer than the ground i had been sitting on before and was much more comfortable. i curled up beneath the tree and hugged my lantern close to feel its warmth. just as i got comfortable the rain fell loose from the clouds and pounded the earth. i began to shiver again and held tight to my lantern. once again i thiought of it as the only friend i had at the time. of course i had real friends but in those woods none of them mattered. i closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. i hoped that when i woke up it would be morning and i could find my way back to the cabin. the lantern was so close to my face that its light made the inside of my eyelids red. it was like i could almost still see the small fire inside. suddenly i realized that the light had flickered and i opened my eyes in alarm. the wind was hitting the glass of the lantern and the flame bounced back and forth, threatening to die out. i moved it behind a large branch so the wind could not reach it. i was terrified of that light burning out and i once again worried about how much fuel was left in it. i couldnt stop thinking of the light suddenly vanishing and leaving me in total darkness. after that i could sleep. i stayed awake watching the lantern as if i could will it to stay lite. hours passed and i could feel myself becoming more and more exhausted but i could not make myself turn my gaze. more time passed. i was stiff from cold and my stomache hurt from shivering. my eyelids were extremely heavy and my head became foggy with fatuige. but no matter what, that light held on. in my tired mind i imagined the lantern holding on to its light with all its might. i could hear it saying, “dont give up! i wont give up on you!” it was like the little engine that could trying to make it up the hill. my lantern became the little lantern that would hold its light. the night seemed to last forever and i wondered if the sun would ever rise. i could hold out much longer. finally, i could see the suns rays peak over the treetops. i smiled to myself and looked at my lantern. the flame was still going. as the sun rose higher i let my eyelids droop. i relaxed my body and knew that the worst was over. i could hear shouts far away, probably my family looking for me. as i was beginning to feel relieved, my little lantern finally burnt out.
I grabbed the lantern and tried to light it, my hands shaking desperately. I don’t know why I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I wasn’t surrounded by complete darkness, the cold feeling in my body would go away. I felt like the world was going to crash around me any second.
light
bright
distant shine
glowing glowing glowing
never stopping, glowing forever.
Boy returns home from 2 week vacation.
Hands girl gift.
“You bought me a shirt?” she says pulling it out of the I <3 NY bag.
"yeah. its green because your the green lantern although i did look for blue."
"awww."
— and all i got for you is a silly rubber bracelet… Why the hell did he have to be so sweet?
Lantern reminds me of camping and being outside. Sitting on a porch on a balmy summer’s night, watching fireflies and taking in the sounds of nature settling in for a sleep. Lanterns remind me of summer camp that I never went to. Lanterns remind me of rust and things being weathered.
Outside the house the girl looked up at the lantern. the bulb was flickering and eventually died out before she could ring the bell. she panicked in the darkness and began hammering on the door until at last… it opened but not by who she was expecting…
The floating lanterns over the river were more beautiful than I could have imagined. And, there, in that dream, I swear they were flying for Jesse.
They were flying for and with him. Helping him soar above the clouds and straight to the stars he had always loved so much.
The lantern glowed in the dimly lit street, but the young girl continued to run, not letting the blinding rain slapping her face bother her. Traditional music floated through the screens of cramped Chinese homes, but the sound was comforting and the glow of the lanterns were familiar in an unfamiliar place.
You are my lantern. You are my light. Without you, my whole world turns various shades of black. Light my sky, beautiful lantern, and I promise you I will never blow you out.
Night time, lingering,
here in my darkness,
how can I escape?
Will I ever find the way out.
A lantern glows in a greenish tint,
Evil as anything,
like me……..
forever me….
Hello Lantern, you’re very multifaceted and I like that about you. You bring light as though it was from the past.
Sometimes, I just want to sit in my room under the faint lighting and sleep with my eyes open. They’ll glaze over like lanterns, and my heart will slow down until the beating seems to evaporate out of my chest. I’ll still be alive, my irises lit up to lead the way out of an endless night. Bodies are useless in these battles against the growing weeds and unnerving rain. My mind is the only instrument I need, and it’ll be all right.
She raised the lantern high above her head. Something was moving around the corner of the building. A shadow, maybe, or a critter darting out of sight. Her limbs curled up into her body in fright but she inched forward, shedding light.
swinging in the distance, she see the beautiful lantern. it looks like a firefly. she follows the light and takes off. she glides away.
hhh
In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight. Let those who worship evil’s might beware my power: Green Lantern’s Light!
The fog had grown to encompass the lake, surrounding it entirely, enveloping the banks that had once been full of lush reeds and various insect life buzzing about. She had remembered the makeshift dock that pertruded out from the lakefront garden scenery that had been there long ago; it would be difficult to imagine that it still existed given the rickety state into which it had lapsed even in her youth. Thirty seven years later, it was probably a well-rotted pile of indistinguishable murk at the bottom of the lake, but the blanketing mists forbade her from seeing for herself. The dim orange glow that her lantern feebly imposed upon the few feet before was such a vain attempt at illumination that it was almost humorous. This thought made the right corner of her mouth turn upward, only slightly.
The lantern hung dimly in the hallway as she entered the musty, creaky house. She had thought that anything was better than being outside in the cold, windy wintery night but this place gave her chills.