Her whole demeanor had changed. Her shoulders sagged, her eyes looked wet. Usually when she walked in, the room sparked with life. Now, it was like she was trying to remain invisible. She bent her head down and passed unnoticed through the silence.
essence of a person
Reflection of inner self
True inner reflection
Light
who they really are
Melissa Dabb
Once we went to England. I saw a lot aura antique stuff.
Javier
Your aura seemed to draw me Close to you. We easily got along, and though there were some Moments that were far from simple, right now I’d say we are in a good place. I like you and you like me too. I want more, as do you. We’re getting there.
Still..
Those dreams where I choose him over you – they’re not stopping. I don’t want to want him. There is no future for him and me.
You are the one who’s right for me. Who will be there, no matter what. The person I could rely on without a doubt.
Why can’t my heart get that? Why is it so hard to let go?
“It’s love”, the voice in my head tells me over and over again.
“Anything else is whishful thinking. “
There was an aura about her – one that I could not quite put my finger on. Was it the rainbow of color and light that seemed to fill the room when she entered? Or the warm glow that radiated from her body when she was near me? There was something there. I still can’t place it. The essence of pink and orange and pale green that permeates the air when she is present.
She had a palpable aura, purple that lightened out to pink. She matched it with her everyday clothes, though not everyone was able to see these stylistic choices. Most people couldn’t see the auras of others.
The woman’s aura looked heavy. Isabella walked and sat next to the burdened woman on the bench, and reached for a wrinkly hand. Some bird seeds from the bag followed the movement, and the chickadees below fluttered rapidly. As the old blue eyes met her own, Isabella said the only thing of comfort she could think of.
“I see you.”
Shannon Coon
Radiant, I felt her before she entered the room. A haze of gold and yellow melted through the air, warm like the air above a candle. When she stepped through the doorframe, I smiled. The air was a mirage, rippling between us.
we refuse to believe
what you train us to believe
the dreams we can’t see
are the belief we need
our aura is all we are
that’s the way it needs to be
propaganda can be seen
through the lens of liberty
solved by the guillotine
the only solution it seems
Matt m.
Smaug in hazy mist like a perfume of languid death.
cat
The vibe that every person gives off to the universe. The presences of positive or negative energy. Light or dark, bright or dull. Ever-changing.
Bex
She licks the popsicle shaped like a small, untrustworthy man and grins, red staining her teeth, blood dripping from her gums. The man is blue and tiny and tired and small and untrustworthy, and she knows this, and this is why she bites his head off and bleeds blue for the rest of her life.
A little globe floating
above all the hearts
of all the souls–
changing colors with feelings,
emotions flowing
into each other
feeding off of each other.
Keep your aura clear
then your soul shall be seen.
we perpetuate a system which starves the hungry
to acquire things we don’t need for less money
betraying ourselves with our aura
telltale signs sighing the times
wanting less
desiring to be more conscious
but caught up in a pointless war of words
battered, tattered
lies line around our eyes
to win a pyrrhic victory
where our conscience is the victim
Matt m.
When you know, but you can’t think of it.
dareka
Ellen had the aura of success. It was, in her case, sky blue, lit to a shine around her head. She became a neuropsychologist and so far has declared at least 700 people hopelessly insane. Her salary for this activity is over a million a year. Ginger had red hair and an unstable aura of orange. She was a pyromaniac. She set fire to her parents’ home when she was 35, got arrested and jailed, set fire to the jail, escaped, and is still at large. Most people would agree that her aura was one of success, especially if one defines success as keeping people warm and toasty before they died. My own aura is as yet undocumented. That’s because people who see it immediately go blind while contracting Alzheimer’s. They can’t see it again and they can’t remember what color it was when they did see it. Me, personally, I think my aura is a rainbow.
Joanna Bressler
He was just a little tiny thing in his blue seersucker jumper and bright red shoes. Did I tell you that the jumper was smocked with little red crabs? I was in love right away and knew that I had to paint him. Little, yes he was, and beautiful, that’s definitely true too. But this kid had more. He had an aura that was the biggest I’d seen in a very long while.
it’s what makes a person, it’s the warmth or chill radiating off of them.
An aura is an incomprehensible energy that reflects a person’s true identity.
Dipti Budhrani
Her aura was a shining purple vacuum that sucked me towards her innocent soul. It was such a shame that I had to kill her but this was my job, her fate; slowly I let go of the steering wheel in my car and closed my eyes to prepare for the pain I was about to feel. It was however, not my pain that I was about to feel. The car wrapped it’s crunching metal around her delicate and frail body as she was flattened under the weight, a crippling agony from her broken spine, severed arteries and crushed organs swept through me and tightened my throat as I tried to scream out for help, despite my body being fine.
beth
a aura is a loud thing that looks like a chicken and smells like a pig. it looks like a tooth.
noer
There was an aura of calm about her. The weather, on the other hand, was anything but calm. An icy wind scattered dead leaves to the ground and a quilt of thick storm clouds darkened the sky.
Levana
“I can sense your aura.”
Amy blinked. “I’m…I’m sorry?”
The old lady in the purple shawl did not blink. Her eyes stared endlessly into Amy, like two mini-vacuums sucking away her soul. “Your aura is…cloudy and angry. Very dark. Grays and blacks. Is this something amiss in your life?”
Why were there any other seats on this bus? Amy looked out the window and felt her heart sink – she’d have to be with this lady for the next forty minutes.
Belinda Roddie
Persistently the aura around the medium flickered off and on. She was in contact; she was not. Watching her to determine if this was real or if it was deception was futile.
Aura of a good person is always felt by all those who are around them. What about negativity then? Well, what about it?
It’s always there waiting to pounce like a tiger on a hapless young thing that knows only to spread goodness.
mayanadhi
“The AURA is a secret organization that protects the rich and keeps the masses ignorant. How do you think the world is really run, kid? There’s no such thing as heroes.”
Her whole demeanor had changed. Her shoulders sagged, her eyes looked wet. Usually when she walked in, the room sparked with life. Now, it was like she was trying to remain invisible. She bent her head down and passed unnoticed through the silence.
essence of a person
Reflection of inner self
True inner reflection
Light
who they really are
Once we went to England. I saw a lot aura antique stuff.
Your aura seemed to draw me Close to you. We easily got along, and though there were some Moments that were far from simple, right now I’d say we are in a good place. I like you and you like me too. I want more, as do you. We’re getting there.
Still..
Those dreams where I choose him over you – they’re not stopping. I don’t want to want him. There is no future for him and me.
You are the one who’s right for me. Who will be there, no matter what. The person I could rely on without a doubt.
Why can’t my heart get that? Why is it so hard to let go?
“It’s love”, the voice in my head tells me over and over again.
“Anything else is whishful thinking. “
There was an aura about her – one that I could not quite put my finger on. Was it the rainbow of color and light that seemed to fill the room when she entered? Or the warm glow that radiated from her body when she was near me? There was something there. I still can’t place it. The essence of pink and orange and pale green that permeates the air when she is present.
She had a palpable aura, purple that lightened out to pink. She matched it with her everyday clothes, though not everyone was able to see these stylistic choices. Most people couldn’t see the auras of others.
The woman’s aura looked heavy. Isabella walked and sat next to the burdened woman on the bench, and reached for a wrinkly hand. Some bird seeds from the bag followed the movement, and the chickadees below fluttered rapidly. As the old blue eyes met her own, Isabella said the only thing of comfort she could think of.
“I see you.”
Radiant, I felt her before she entered the room. A haze of gold and yellow melted through the air, warm like the air above a candle. When she stepped through the doorframe, I smiled. The air was a mirage, rippling between us.
we refuse to believe
what you train us to believe
the dreams we can’t see
are the belief we need
our aura is all we are
that’s the way it needs to be
propaganda can be seen
through the lens of liberty
solved by the guillotine
the only solution it seems
Smaug in hazy mist like a perfume of languid death.
The vibe that every person gives off to the universe. The presences of positive or negative energy. Light or dark, bright or dull. Ever-changing.
She licks the popsicle shaped like a small, untrustworthy man and grins, red staining her teeth, blood dripping from her gums. The man is blue and tiny and tired and small and untrustworthy, and she knows this, and this is why she bites his head off and bleeds blue for the rest of her life.
A little globe floating
above all the hearts
of all the souls–
changing colors with feelings,
emotions flowing
into each other
feeding off of each other.
Keep your aura clear
then your soul shall be seen.
we perpetuate a system which starves the hungry
to acquire things we don’t need for less money
betraying ourselves with our aura
telltale signs sighing the times
wanting less
desiring to be more conscious
but caught up in a pointless war of words
battered, tattered
lies line around our eyes
to win a pyrrhic victory
where our conscience is the victim
When you know, but you can’t think of it.
Ellen had the aura of success. It was, in her case, sky blue, lit to a shine around her head. She became a neuropsychologist and so far has declared at least 700 people hopelessly insane. Her salary for this activity is over a million a year. Ginger had red hair and an unstable aura of orange. She was a pyromaniac. She set fire to her parents’ home when she was 35, got arrested and jailed, set fire to the jail, escaped, and is still at large. Most people would agree that her aura was one of success, especially if one defines success as keeping people warm and toasty before they died. My own aura is as yet undocumented. That’s because people who see it immediately go blind while contracting Alzheimer’s. They can’t see it again and they can’t remember what color it was when they did see it. Me, personally, I think my aura is a rainbow.
He was just a little tiny thing in his blue seersucker jumper and bright red shoes. Did I tell you that the jumper was smocked with little red crabs? I was in love right away and knew that I had to paint him. Little, yes he was, and beautiful, that’s definitely true too. But this kid had more. He had an aura that was the biggest I’d seen in a very long while.
it’s what makes a person, it’s the warmth or chill radiating off of them.
An aura is an incomprehensible energy that reflects a person’s true identity.
Her aura was a shining purple vacuum that sucked me towards her innocent soul. It was such a shame that I had to kill her but this was my job, her fate; slowly I let go of the steering wheel in my car and closed my eyes to prepare for the pain I was about to feel. It was however, not my pain that I was about to feel. The car wrapped it’s crunching metal around her delicate and frail body as she was flattened under the weight, a crippling agony from her broken spine, severed arteries and crushed organs swept through me and tightened my throat as I tried to scream out for help, despite my body being fine.
a aura is a loud thing that looks like a chicken and smells like a pig. it looks like a tooth.
There was an aura of calm about her. The weather, on the other hand, was anything but calm. An icy wind scattered dead leaves to the ground and a quilt of thick storm clouds darkened the sky.
“I can sense your aura.”
Amy blinked. “I’m…I’m sorry?”
The old lady in the purple shawl did not blink. Her eyes stared endlessly into Amy, like two mini-vacuums sucking away her soul. “Your aura is…cloudy and angry. Very dark. Grays and blacks. Is this something amiss in your life?”
Why were there any other seats on this bus? Amy looked out the window and felt her heart sink – she’d have to be with this lady for the next forty minutes.
Persistently the aura around the medium flickered off and on. She was in contact; she was not. Watching her to determine if this was real or if it was deception was futile.
Aura of a good person is always felt by all those who are around them. What about negativity then? Well, what about it?
It’s always there waiting to pounce like a tiger on a hapless young thing that knows only to spread goodness.
“The AURA is a secret organization that protects the rich and keeps the masses ignorant. How do you think the world is really run, kid? There’s no such thing as heroes.”