Edison was a con man, but he gave us the lightbulb. He realized that he could take advantage of people’s natural curiousity, pay them little and take all the profit for himself.
m.babcock
A light bulb is one of the most miraculous inventions ever conceived. So simple, yet so amazing. It gives light to a whole room on the energy passing through the most minute of metal pieces. Simply dazzling.
Mike
It makes light. It’s a round thing that was invented a long time ago. It’s kind of scary changing thwm because it feels like you’re about to get electricity through your fingers.
Haawy
Fuck you Bulb for the hundredth day in a row.
Morgan
I like light bulbs, and light come from bulbs and a bulb is made from glass and it’s white and sometime see through
Boxer
The wee little bulb of life sat beneath the soil waiting, waiting for the creeping warmth that would signify that it’s moment had come. The moment in which it weould finally fulfill its potential and push through into the light.
Mark Clarke
the bulb shone bright into his eyes as the woman approached; he knew she was a woman by her voice, not by her shadow, which was all he could see of her. his eyes burned; when would this end? he knew what was coming but didn’t expect that suddenly his 2 week old kitten wouuld fly thru the air, swipe the light switch, turn the room into a dark well, and then undo his ties, freeing him. What a cat. He loved that cat and was glad he found it
Braja Sorensen
tubelight. that’s what we call people who might be a little slow here. such a tubelight she is. aiyo, you’re such a tubelight.
monkey
Bulb. An idea. A thought. A flower in hiding, waiting for the storm to pass, waiting for spring to arrive. Tiny, compact, full of possibilities. Illuminating. Bright light spilling forth onto the world, lighting up the darkness. Coils, Einstein, oops, Edison.
Dreamybee
It was tiny – full of potential but dry, brown, cracked. It looked as if it were dead. The promise of life seemed somehow false. How could something so fragile hold so much hope?
tsylee
The light bulb flickered, casting a luminous shadow against the adjacent wall. This was her trigger.
Geoff
It was as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. He quickly gathered up his books – which was obnoxious, since he had just taken the time to lay them out on the table in the library he had just moved to – and proceed quickly back to her apartment. Knocking on the door, he kept repeating to himself what he needed to say while he waited for the door to be opened.
Peter Ragone
it turns on the lights. It also is a part of a flower. It is made of glass sometimes its not. I dont really know what else to write about the bulb but i know they are useful. You can’t say would you like a bulb because that doesn’t make sense, though you can say, can you get me one? that does make sense.
erin
that’s a whole lot of it. and Dutch too, like Tulip bulbs. A whole garden full of it. Purple bulbs, yellow bulbs… of tulips, or other lovely spring-flowers. Chinese buy them, americans do. On the Flowermarket in Amsterdam. Bulbs.
Gitta
the light bulb swung over their heads, dwindled down until there was still movement. chuck switched it off and the last thing he heard was a click….switch.
joy
The light bulb flickered again. What could I do? I was lost, alone, hopeless. How could I help him? There was nothing I could do as I watched him pick up the gun. No, no, no, I wanted to jump up and take it from him, but I knew I couldn’t. The cold feel of the metal around my wrists served as a reminder that I was imprisoned. I saw him aim the barrel at his head. I saw him pull the trigger, and I saw the blood splatter against the wall as he fell. The loud thump of his body was nothing compared to the echoing sound of the bullet shell clinking on the cool, cement ground. He was dead, lost forever, and the light went off, as if pitying me and saving me from having to look at his pale body an
Manon
Winter. Time to plant bulbs. Cold, dark, building strength. Promise of goodness to come. Warmth, bursting forth with ener
Jean Heneghan
bulb is a term used most often to descibe a “light bulb: which fits into a light fixture connected to a transitor that powers the light. the bulb is the most common form of lighting device.
derek
bulbs .. they shine right?
mines not so light
so it looks like night
and im scared
full of fright
i just my bulb would light
light up my days like singers on stage
i want that presense my bulbs flourescent
Olivia.Shanaye
A bulb is a small bulbous object like a radish or an elbow, or something like that. They’re not especially profound, but they remind me of Buddhism and light fixtures and knobby trees and stuff. And garlic. I guess they’re pretty pleasant, really. Round, though I don’t think of them as smooth.
Dealski
light it bright. i like bright lite. my brite lite doesnt work right. It doesnt glow at night. I think it might become a sight if only i change the bulb.
shizzy
the light bulb emitted a flailing blue flicker that seemed to barely cling to life. It made a peculiar reflection on the brick red painted walls. It gave me an eerie feeling to see the shadows red blue skin come in and out of view.
sean wilson
the light glares from overhead. i think about socrates. light enlightenment. what does that mean even. to be the light. jesus christ. what is light. what is darkness. the antithesis of…nothing.
Flowers come from bulbs, you can plant a few and they’ll provide years of flowers. you can also see light bulbs! They are nice and provide light in the dark. Though they don’t light up dark minds! The light bulb is a very simple device.
Ophic
Burned out bulb in my bathroom nightlite. Been tripping over everything just to get to bed. Chris bought a dim nightlite to replace my awesome bright one. I hate it. I switched it as soon as he left this week.
Bulb. Shine your light and let the whole world see. I’m living for the glory of the risen king. Jesus.
Amanda
The bulb went out. I was in darkness. I was never afraid of darkness. Just the things in it.
Creepy things.
Things with faces.
Eyes on me.
Hands near me.
I never realised how scary life was outside the blankets.
I can’t believe I still sleep this way at 21 years old.
Sam
one spark. one life. one bulb.
may jane
It’s an act of faith – taking those tulip bulbd out of the net bag and planting them in the yard. Fporget them until spring when just as promisesd they peek their little green heads up
CHRIS
Burning brightly in my brain
like a locomotive train
my thoughts don’t stop
they don’t slow down
they just keep burning
don’t get me down
I can’t change it
the bulb in my head
when it’s dark
then I am dead
Mary
The bulb needed to be changed but no one cared to do it. The task aslways seems to come at the most un-expected of times too. Why would the light ever burn out when you can see to find the ones that need changing? It’s always easier to ignore problems than fix them… especially when they inconvenience you
Fushu
light.
it comes and goes.
hope belongs to it.
justin
I put the Tulip bulb in the ground. In my mind, I watched it pop up out of the ground, blossom, become beautiful, sag a little, become dried up and droopy, and then wither and die. I snapped back to reality and realized that I have the exact same life cycle as a Tulip.
Katherine L.
a bulb of onion. low in pesticides. easy to grow. can you eat it raw? i don’t know, because i’ve never tried. it would save on dishes and time and money and everything. the only issue is your breath. onions make for stinky breath. that’s all.
Edison was a con man, but he gave us the lightbulb. He realized that he could take advantage of people’s natural curiousity, pay them little and take all the profit for himself.
A light bulb is one of the most miraculous inventions ever conceived. So simple, yet so amazing. It gives light to a whole room on the energy passing through the most minute of metal pieces. Simply dazzling.
It makes light. It’s a round thing that was invented a long time ago. It’s kind of scary changing thwm because it feels like you’re about to get electricity through your fingers.
Fuck you Bulb for the hundredth day in a row.
I like light bulbs, and light come from bulbs and a bulb is made from glass and it’s white and sometime see through
The wee little bulb of life sat beneath the soil waiting, waiting for the creeping warmth that would signify that it’s moment had come. The moment in which it weould finally fulfill its potential and push through into the light.
the bulb shone bright into his eyes as the woman approached; he knew she was a woman by her voice, not by her shadow, which was all he could see of her. his eyes burned; when would this end? he knew what was coming but didn’t expect that suddenly his 2 week old kitten wouuld fly thru the air, swipe the light switch, turn the room into a dark well, and then undo his ties, freeing him. What a cat. He loved that cat and was glad he found it
tubelight. that’s what we call people who might be a little slow here. such a tubelight she is. aiyo, you’re such a tubelight.
Bulb. An idea. A thought. A flower in hiding, waiting for the storm to pass, waiting for spring to arrive. Tiny, compact, full of possibilities. Illuminating. Bright light spilling forth onto the world, lighting up the darkness. Coils, Einstein, oops, Edison.
It was tiny – full of potential but dry, brown, cracked. It looked as if it were dead. The promise of life seemed somehow false. How could something so fragile hold so much hope?
The light bulb flickered, casting a luminous shadow against the adjacent wall. This was her trigger.
It was as if a lightbulb had gone off in his head. He quickly gathered up his books – which was obnoxious, since he had just taken the time to lay them out on the table in the library he had just moved to – and proceed quickly back to her apartment. Knocking on the door, he kept repeating to himself what he needed to say while he waited for the door to be opened.
it turns on the lights. It also is a part of a flower. It is made of glass sometimes its not. I dont really know what else to write about the bulb but i know they are useful. You can’t say would you like a bulb because that doesn’t make sense, though you can say, can you get me one? that does make sense.
that’s a whole lot of it. and Dutch too, like Tulip bulbs. A whole garden full of it. Purple bulbs, yellow bulbs… of tulips, or other lovely spring-flowers. Chinese buy them, americans do. On the Flowermarket in Amsterdam. Bulbs.
the light bulb swung over their heads, dwindled down until there was still movement. chuck switched it off and the last thing he heard was a click….switch.
The light bulb flickered again. What could I do? I was lost, alone, hopeless. How could I help him? There was nothing I could do as I watched him pick up the gun. No, no, no, I wanted to jump up and take it from him, but I knew I couldn’t. The cold feel of the metal around my wrists served as a reminder that I was imprisoned. I saw him aim the barrel at his head. I saw him pull the trigger, and I saw the blood splatter against the wall as he fell. The loud thump of his body was nothing compared to the echoing sound of the bullet shell clinking on the cool, cement ground. He was dead, lost forever, and the light went off, as if pitying me and saving me from having to look at his pale body an
Winter. Time to plant bulbs. Cold, dark, building strength. Promise of goodness to come. Warmth, bursting forth with ener
bulb is a term used most often to descibe a “light bulb: which fits into a light fixture connected to a transitor that powers the light. the bulb is the most common form of lighting device.
bulbs .. they shine right?
mines not so light
so it looks like night
and im scared
full of fright
i just my bulb would light
light up my days like singers on stage
i want that presense my bulbs flourescent
A bulb is a small bulbous object like a radish or an elbow, or something like that. They’re not especially profound, but they remind me of Buddhism and light fixtures and knobby trees and stuff. And garlic. I guess they’re pretty pleasant, really. Round, though I don’t think of them as smooth.
light it bright. i like bright lite. my brite lite doesnt work right. It doesnt glow at night. I think it might become a sight if only i change the bulb.
the light bulb emitted a flailing blue flicker that seemed to barely cling to life. It made a peculiar reflection on the brick red painted walls. It gave me an eerie feeling to see the shadows red blue skin come in and out of view.
the light glares from overhead. i think about socrates. light enlightenment. what does that mean even. to be the light. jesus christ. what is light. what is darkness. the antithesis of…nothing.
blank. staring. darkness. bugs. caught onto lampshades.
Flowers come from bulbs, you can plant a few and they’ll provide years of flowers. you can also see light bulbs! They are nice and provide light in the dark. Though they don’t light up dark minds! The light bulb is a very simple device.
Burned out bulb in my bathroom nightlite. Been tripping over everything just to get to bed. Chris bought a dim nightlite to replace my awesome bright one. I hate it. I switched it as soon as he left this week.
Bulb. Shine your light and let the whole world see. I’m living for the glory of the risen king. Jesus.
The bulb went out. I was in darkness. I was never afraid of darkness. Just the things in it.
Creepy things.
Things with faces.
Eyes on me.
Hands near me.
I never realised how scary life was outside the blankets.
I can’t believe I still sleep this way at 21 years old.
one spark. one life. one bulb.
It’s an act of faith – taking those tulip bulbd out of the net bag and planting them in the yard. Fporget them until spring when just as promisesd they peek their little green heads up
Burning brightly in my brain
like a locomotive train
my thoughts don’t stop
they don’t slow down
they just keep burning
don’t get me down
I can’t change it
the bulb in my head
when it’s dark
then I am dead
The bulb needed to be changed but no one cared to do it. The task aslways seems to come at the most un-expected of times too. Why would the light ever burn out when you can see to find the ones that need changing? It’s always easier to ignore problems than fix them… especially when they inconvenience you
light.
it comes and goes.
hope belongs to it.
I put the Tulip bulb in the ground. In my mind, I watched it pop up out of the ground, blossom, become beautiful, sag a little, become dried up and droopy, and then wither and die. I snapped back to reality and realized that I have the exact same life cycle as a Tulip.
a bulb of onion. low in pesticides. easy to grow. can you eat it raw? i don’t know, because i’ve never tried. it would save on dishes and time and money and everything. the only issue is your breath. onions make for stinky breath. that’s all.