She looked up at me. Beaming from ear to ear. I forced a big smile back. I was proud of her I really was. Riding a bike all by herself for the first time without training wheels. A tear slipped down my cheek. She’s growing up so fast…
Sunshine is streaming through the windows, illuminating
your face. It smells like burnt coffee (because you always burn the
fucking coffee) and god do I wish this moment could last
forever
I was beaming at her with such pride. She had come so far, and all on her own accord. This child, this human being that I produced, was so talented, so driven. I was, and am, constantly in awe of her spunk. Her will and drive to be the best and succeed. She was beaming herself, so proud in her accomplishment.
HVH
beaming bright colors all around the dark putting smiles on peoples faces color of bright lights and shining cars. is people smile. beaming bright white teeth all through the night. and we make it beautiful.
Juwayriyah
Beaming, the sun does
On the Earth in its orbit
The little people stand on the sandy beaches
Watching the Earth rotate
The beaming lights up their lenses
For they keep them on their heads
Otherwise the sun would be too bright
Life is suffering
i’m looking over to you and i’m beaming. i can feel the happy radiating from my face and hands and heart and my very molecules are shaking at the sight of you. i reach to you, my face hurting from smiling, and you disappear. i awake, tangled in sheets, alone.
Starshine. Sun beaming down onto the Earth. Moonshine, glow castig warm milky light onto fields and houses. Childrens faces when they see a lover or friend. at the airport. with pride and warmth and happiness at their world.
Nicholas Gissal
Beaming. It wasn’t the sun. It wasn’t a glint of light through a crack in a dark room. It wasn’t the glow of fireflies or some flashlight guiding me in the blackness of a forest. It was her smile. It was how I felt inside when she smiled and I couldn’t have been beaming any brighter than any light.
Liam Benson
One time I thought I was Jesus
And I thought that I was some radiant light beaming down from Heaven
And at the same time I thought I was a bodhisatva
A really good being who had come back to earth to help others
Reach Enlightenment
And all the while I was just smiling
Because I thought I was a great leader.
Ellie Gr.
so hard it’s like to break your face
like that lemon that unexpectedly
turned your tongue to jerky.
clumsy summers,
so long ago.
you remember fondly,
sharply aware that none of the
photos were ever taken
Her face. It was filled with joy. Soaked with life, with laughter; just beaming.
But her eyes told the truth. It revealed loneliness, and envy.
I wish I was there to see it.
Alison
The young girl stared blankly at the computer screen wondering why her friend lead her to this website. What is this? She questioned, the blue line getting longer and longer as her time ticked away.
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A beaming light decided to shine upon the old women. She was walking slowly in the night very mysteriously. Almost scaring me. I approached the old women and the beaming light, but as I did they disappeared.
Alex Neal
The cabin echoed as they entered. High ceilings with wooden beams running the length of their investment shouted “Welcome to your new home!” back at them in Raul’s voice. It was dusty and as the echo persisted, he looked at his fiancee sheepishly and ruffled his hair.
She opened her door to find the sun still beaming through the dusty blinds covering her window. Sometimes you can’t help but smile.
Annee
She was beaming at me from across the room, her smile casting a friendly glow like a lighthouse, grinning at a passing ship and making their homecoming that much more beautiful. Because that’s how I felt when I saw her. For the first time, I felt like I was coming home.
Beaming is a word I would use to describe a smile or personality. One can be beaming when happy or successful.
Keley Villanova
The dog paddled up to its master, beaming with joy at his own ability to stay above the water effortlessly. He woofed as he got close to the bank, and quickly exited the lake. He shook himself dry-ish. His master wet and laughing, chased after him. The dog barked a challenge and bounded away, looking for some mud to have some messy fun.
Radiant. Glorious. That’s all he wishes to be in her eye. A beaming smile and a ten-cent love song were all he could give to her. Nothing. It’s nothing. He’s staring at the cell bars in his mind wishing he could have thought of something, something more, but the sun caught in his eye and he could think no longer.
She stood like a vile great tree all beaming and boasting about the strength of her life. She seemed to emanate a certain goal and I wanted to suck it out and eat it all and paint it black inside my belly.
Mhairi
Kill la Kill, those beaming lights shining down from above. Makes me cry to see those lights and know that what is lost will not be found.
I love you, you know, much more than all can handle. Is this the right path? Certainly it isn’t bright where we are right now
The light… It was beaming through the window across the room on a table where nothing sat next to a chair that was unoccupied in a room where things made no noise and there was nothing, but that table and that chair and that beaming light.
Paige Buschman
The sun was bright that day. That day I met you. It was bright and beautiful, the rays beaming through the universe and all landing on you. Like some heavenly sign.
beaming are the stars beaming are your eyes fire full of health and enthusiasm that makes me greed beaming are your ideas hanging out your mouth leaving me speechless with no promises na d hopes wish i was you beaming like an ancient temple full of stones
mary
Her face was alive with light. She leaned over the railing, making certain that it was, in fact, her father that was walking through the door, and not some stranger. And it was. And he was beaming right back at her.
Heylie
Her face is burned into my memory. The way she looked at me, just beaming. Her nose crinkled and her eyes shined. Even behind the veil, I could see every detail so well. She was so beautiful.
Just like that, it ended.
I keep imagining the next moment in repeat – beautiful bride, then a burst of red.
Terra
the sun was beaming down on me with its glorious golden rays
the light reflected in my eyes and twinkled in my eyelashes
the sun will fall
and the moon will rise
another day will pass
yet I will remain
light twinkling in my eyes
the light of day
the light of night
there may be darkness in the sky
but I will find the light
Emily
When you kiss me I feel like I am all light. I think I shrink into a small little ball of light, a small little ray attached to your mouth and wrapping my light around your body. This is all there is, for anyone who has ever had the pleasure to know it.
After winning first place in the science fair, Emma was beaming. She didn’t pay attention to the groans from the second place winner, Todd, who mentally could have sworn that his experiment on batteries was a sure-fire victory. Instead, she walked to her mother to have the ribbon pinned to her shirt, getting a hug from her stepmother in the process.
“Couldn’t be prouder, hon,” said her stepmother, “especially since you beat the little brat Todd!”
Belinda Roddie
beaming through the dark
she provided her own light
when there was none else
to be had.
Ok Beaming the light was beaming through the window highlighting the murder scene in the kitchen blood was every where the red more red than normal it was surreal all the angles of the the kitchen seemed to make everything bent and
Love is like a disease. It crawls through the air, passing over cities, rivers and buildings, before beaming down into our pitiful lives to infect us with an unstoppable desire for another – how awful! Who could accept this imposition upon their will? And what madman would welcome – or, even, search for it?
John Doe
It was good to be back. Missing this place had been something unexpected, but the feeling was overwhelming as her foot pressed into the familiar sand. The warm air tickled the loose hair of her neck, and the sun heated her skin, but the warmth she felt the strongest came from within herself. Because there was someone here to greet her with a smile and sparkling eyes.
He smiled, his face beaming with that friendly light I had always seen come from him. His eyes were bright and curious and he gently took hold of my hand, and pulled me down the hallway to where the balcony was.
“Come here” he said softly, pulling me out into the fresh air.
The child was beaming with delight over the squished bug. He had concured a beast of
I am beaming with light.
Cheerful and sunny.
Happiness is a feeling that can not be overcome.
It defeats all feelings.
A cylinder of cold metal in the dirt,
Freezing, ice grabbing at our ankles
I held life tightly in my hands
Beaming towards me,
the darkness closed in
She looked up at me. Beaming from ear to ear. I forced a big smile back. I was proud of her I really was. Riding a bike all by herself for the first time without training wheels. A tear slipped down my cheek. She’s growing up so fast…
Sunshine is streaming through the windows, illuminating
your face. It smells like burnt coffee (because you always burn the
fucking coffee) and god do I wish this moment could last
forever
I was beaming at her with such pride. She had come so far, and all on her own accord. This child, this human being that I produced, was so talented, so driven. I was, and am, constantly in awe of her spunk. Her will and drive to be the best and succeed. She was beaming herself, so proud in her accomplishment.
beaming bright colors all around the dark putting smiles on peoples faces color of bright lights and shining cars. is people smile. beaming bright white teeth all through the night. and we make it beautiful.
Beaming, the sun does
On the Earth in its orbit
The little people stand on the sandy beaches
Watching the Earth rotate
The beaming lights up their lenses
For they keep them on their heads
Otherwise the sun would be too bright
Life is suffering
i’m looking over to you and i’m beaming. i can feel the happy radiating from my face and hands and heart and my very molecules are shaking at the sight of you. i reach to you, my face hurting from smiling, and you disappear. i awake, tangled in sheets, alone.
Starshine. Sun beaming down onto the Earth. Moonshine, glow castig warm milky light onto fields and houses. Childrens faces when they see a lover or friend. at the airport. with pride and warmth and happiness at their world.
Beaming. It wasn’t the sun. It wasn’t a glint of light through a crack in a dark room. It wasn’t the glow of fireflies or some flashlight guiding me in the blackness of a forest. It was her smile. It was how I felt inside when she smiled and I couldn’t have been beaming any brighter than any light.
One time I thought I was Jesus
And I thought that I was some radiant light beaming down from Heaven
And at the same time I thought I was a bodhisatva
A really good being who had come back to earth to help others
Reach Enlightenment
And all the while I was just smiling
Because I thought I was a great leader.
so hard it’s like to break your face
like that lemon that unexpectedly
turned your tongue to jerky.
clumsy summers,
so long ago.
you remember fondly,
sharply aware that none of the
photos were ever taken
Her face. It was filled with joy. Soaked with life, with laughter; just beaming.
But her eyes told the truth. It revealed loneliness, and envy.
I wish I was there to see it.
The young girl stared blankly at the computer screen wondering why her friend lead her to this website. What is this? She questioned, the blue line getting longer and longer as her time ticked away.
A beaming light decided to shine upon the old women. She was walking slowly in the night very mysteriously. Almost scaring me. I approached the old women and the beaming light, but as I did they disappeared.
The cabin echoed as they entered. High ceilings with wooden beams running the length of their investment shouted “Welcome to your new home!” back at them in Raul’s voice. It was dusty and as the echo persisted, he looked at his fiancee sheepishly and ruffled his hair.
“It needs some work.”
She opened her door to find the sun still beaming through the dusty blinds covering her window. Sometimes you can’t help but smile.
She was beaming at me from across the room, her smile casting a friendly glow like a lighthouse, grinning at a passing ship and making their homecoming that much more beautiful. Because that’s how I felt when I saw her. For the first time, I felt like I was coming home.
Your face, always beaming with that happy smile. Your eyes, sparkling with enthusiasm. I long it. I long to see it when you see me approaching you.
Beaming is a word I would use to describe a smile or personality. One can be beaming when happy or successful.
The dog paddled up to its master, beaming with joy at his own ability to stay above the water effortlessly. He woofed as he got close to the bank, and quickly exited the lake. He shook himself dry-ish. His master wet and laughing, chased after him. The dog barked a challenge and bounded away, looking for some mud to have some messy fun.
Radiant. Glorious. That’s all he wishes to be in her eye. A beaming smile and a ten-cent love song were all he could give to her. Nothing. It’s nothing. He’s staring at the cell bars in his mind wishing he could have thought of something, something more, but the sun caught in his eye and he could think no longer.
She stood like a vile great tree all beaming and boasting about the strength of her life. She seemed to emanate a certain goal and I wanted to suck it out and eat it all and paint it black inside my belly.
Kill la Kill, those beaming lights shining down from above. Makes me cry to see those lights and know that what is lost will not be found.
I love you, you know, much more than all can handle. Is this the right path? Certainly it isn’t bright where we are right now
The light… It was beaming through the window across the room on a table where nothing sat next to a chair that was unoccupied in a room where things made no noise and there was nothing, but that table and that chair and that beaming light.
The sun was bright that day. That day I met you. It was bright and beautiful, the rays beaming through the universe and all landing on you. Like some heavenly sign.
beaming are the stars beaming are your eyes fire full of health and enthusiasm that makes me greed beaming are your ideas hanging out your mouth leaving me speechless with no promises na d hopes wish i was you beaming like an ancient temple full of stones
Her face was alive with light. She leaned over the railing, making certain that it was, in fact, her father that was walking through the door, and not some stranger. And it was. And he was beaming right back at her.
Her face is burned into my memory. The way she looked at me, just beaming. Her nose crinkled and her eyes shined. Even behind the veil, I could see every detail so well. She was so beautiful.
Just like that, it ended.
I keep imagining the next moment in repeat – beautiful bride, then a burst of red.
the sun was beaming down on me with its glorious golden rays
the light reflected in my eyes and twinkled in my eyelashes
the sun will fall
and the moon will rise
another day will pass
yet I will remain
light twinkling in my eyes
the light of day
the light of night
there may be darkness in the sky
but I will find the light
When you kiss me I feel like I am all light. I think I shrink into a small little ball of light, a small little ray attached to your mouth and wrapping my light around your body. This is all there is, for anyone who has ever had the pleasure to know it.
After winning first place in the science fair, Emma was beaming. She didn’t pay attention to the groans from the second place winner, Todd, who mentally could have sworn that his experiment on batteries was a sure-fire victory. Instead, she walked to her mother to have the ribbon pinned to her shirt, getting a hug from her stepmother in the process.
“Couldn’t be prouder, hon,” said her stepmother, “especially since you beat the little brat Todd!”
beaming through the dark
she provided her own light
when there was none else
to be had.
Ok Beaming the light was beaming through the window highlighting the murder scene in the kitchen blood was every where the red more red than normal it was surreal all the angles of the the kitchen seemed to make everything bent and
Love is like a disease. It crawls through the air, passing over cities, rivers and buildings, before beaming down into our pitiful lives to infect us with an unstoppable desire for another – how awful! Who could accept this imposition upon their will? And what madman would welcome – or, even, search for it?
It was good to be back. Missing this place had been something unexpected, but the feeling was overwhelming as her foot pressed into the familiar sand. The warm air tickled the loose hair of her neck, and the sun heated her skin, but the warmth she felt the strongest came from within herself. Because there was someone here to greet her with a smile and sparkling eyes.
the sun began to beam. when louds were just rught, they would come down, and hold the sky up.
it was almost fullgrown now.
The sun, beaming down upon us, golden rays skipping along the plains in time with the turning of the world…it was beautiful.
He smiled, his face beaming with that friendly light I had always seen come from him. His eyes were bright and curious and he gently took hold of my hand, and pulled me down the hallway to where the balcony was.
“Come here” he said softly, pulling me out into the fresh air.