A bulb goes into a lamp. A bulb helps light up a room. Bulb is a funny word. BULB. Bulb has two B’s in it. B U L B. I wonder how you make a bulb. How do you go about getting things inside of the glass? Who invented it? The light bulb.
Lesley Jenkins
The light bulb went off in the room. She sat quietly, barely breathing, unable to contain her double beating heart. She sat still as stone hoping it would stop, but it did not, it beat on in the dark through the night until she realised she was here to stay. Then the dawn came, flooding the tired room, beckoning her back to the world.
light, intuition, new ideas. flashing out of my mind quicker than i can count. the emotion, almost blank, as each idea gives a different feeling: anxiety, happiness, depression. it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s yours
Lis B.
A bulb is something used to light up a room in the dark. I could write about inventions, but it’s better to write about light and darkness, as they’re thins fundmental to us. Light fills us the dark, pushing it back, converting dark into light and becoming a greater light. This is what we must do within, to convert all that is dark in us into light, to change a d become more.
Nathan
Oh, hey @Darshan,
Your entry showed up above mine . . . That’s never happened to me before. Totally tripped me up – like when a light bulb bursts in your face and you just have to scream. It was a lot like that.
She flicked the light on. The bulb shined brightly. “Crap,” she muttered, moving towards the toilet. “Three in the morning is not a good time for light, no matter how bad you gotta piss.”
Darshan
The light flickers on and off and she wonders if she really has to get up and change the bulb.
…Does she have to? Will it really make all that much difference? Won’t the light just flicker on in-
The room shutters into darkness.
He sighs as he wonders in from the kitchen, smiling bemusedly at her glare that’s directed towards the ceiling.
light bulb is in the ceiling. Flickering like my soul. I hope my light doesn’t end when I turn the bulb in the ceiling off. I want to go on. To continue. To be.
Scott
I don’t like writing about bulbs. wtf does this mean anyways? light bulbs? flower bulbs? bulb. such a strange word. weird to say as well. bulb. bulb. it sucks that i’m dyslexic and keep writing it as dulb. or dulb. blah. bulb. bulb.
Lucy
the light and its bulb has been through a lot of things together. So has the flower totally diffrent things both have bulbs.
jasmine
The light went off in his head. The reason, the purpose, the answer, everything. A revelation of sorts. Thus he went his way, enlightened and proud. He kept this as a secret. A very deep secret, as if he was to cherish it and those who cared for it would not receive it. They were not worthy like he was. He was a proud, selfish, foolish man.
I was thinking to far ahead of myself as I stared into the interesting glow of the light bulb thinking of many ways to gain back the respect that i had once gained with myself and my family as it all clicked to me i clicked off the light bulb
Karan
bulbs are so fun to smash. I want to write a note about a penguin. This is lame. Wtf. Lightbulbs? How? How many blondes does it take to screw in a lightbulb? How did blondes get in this equation? You know what’s funny, your mom.
Jonni
How many does it take to screw in one?
Haha, the idea that comes in a person’s mind and a light bulb lights up in their head.
Just as easily as if it can be turned off….
The bulb flickered in the almost empty diner. Lilith was sitting in a stool not far from the entrance. She was waiting for someone. Her waiter, a good friend Lilith knew as Haley, came and refilled her coffee. “I think you’ve been stood up, Lily.”
Emily Woods
when i see this word, i think of a flower bulb, in the dark, cold soil, waiting through winter for the spring so that it can emerge into the sun and grow.
Nora
hold me, love me, stay with me. your hands are soft as you caress me. your hands are loving as you lift me high, like worship. you love me, right? when you realize this, i’ll be gone. your hands will be empty, mourning the loss of the light bulb you once held with the gentleness and worship of a devout follower.
Light bulb. Blink. Blink. Will the light shine down upon me? Let me take the spotlight on this very stage we call earth and let me show you what I’m made of.
i always have ideas just constantly thinking about anything like a light bulb turning on in my head constantly like a techno strobe light but its frustrating at times because i can never turn it off but when i do somehow control it i find myself.
Jesus Diaz
like a light like a plant. bulbs are a symbol of life and light and in general a little sprout of hope opening up into a being or into a beacon. When I was smaller i would follow my mother into her garden and plant a few bulbs, back when I thought gardening was for me. Who knows, it could be still.
Maura O'Brien
liar liar. you’re going to rot here in your lies. a flickering, dimming light bulb your only companion. look up, look at me. i love you, you know. look up. your only companion is a light bulb. pathetic.
Joseph toyed in his hands a peculiar plant. It was a gift from his grandson, who he did not remember at all. He turned the bulbous root around in his hands and wondered its significance.
“there is no future,there is only the now.”
“that is not true.it would take a light from a single a million years to travel a million light years. in the sky we are seeing a vast amounts of their history,now.
Turn down the lights and lets get comfortable. It’s cool and breezy so lets get lost in a sea of sheets. Don’t turn the lights on just yet, our love is more than enough to light up the room.
It is a simple piece of work. A glass ball with metal in the middle. No one would assume that such a simple device could be a source of such freedom.
Rachael
I see a light bulb right in front of me. It’s part the lamp above our kitchen table. The nights grow longer these days, summer is almost over, and I need the light on. Sad but true. August is here, and soon September, and then it’s winter. I haven’t enjoyed this summer enough, just some work, and then wasting time.
Malin
Little tulips, bulbs showing for the first time, poked from the window box.
The light bulb flickered above me, the fly buzzing around it setting my teeth on edge. Hairs on the back of my neck stood up with every electrical twang; its incessant twitching driving deep into my brain. I fought the urge to stand up and take a swing at it, itching the scratch once and for all.
the illumination recieved from the little glass object in the room thrills me so. I feel as if I can start laughing at any minute. The faint yellow glow of the bulb allows me to see in the dark.
Tolu
Dig the bulb up and transplant it while you can. If you wait much longer, it won’t take. Trust me, I’ve been there.
Seriously? Did you just reduce my love life to a gardening tip?
Hey, if you didn’t want advice, you shouldn’t have come to me. Besides, flowering is all I know. Besides, your little bud needs to be nurtured and cared for daily.
Would you just shut up?
What? At least, I didn’t say fertilized.
Raymond Masters
Me and my sister have this thing, and inside joke, something about lightbulbs. It’s completely at my expense but I could care less about that because it’s something for us. I can’t look at a light without smiling, just a little.
Light is a source of hope to all people. Lightbulbs are proof of this. They go on and off but always shed light on a situation. Same with hope. It is small sometimes but is always needed.
Madeleine
This bulb planted in the ground
Has grown slowly into everything around
And the night which surrounds
Is fleeting for me
The day awaits and I’m prepared
To be the best that I can be
Kyle Connors
Plants are really something. Can’t say it takes my mind to an entirely wholesome place, though, when I think about plants. Because they’re basically just going at it all the time, forever. Every trip into the garden is a constant orgy of plant proliferation and procreation. All this sin lodged in your front yard, surrounded by teeming piles of dirt.
She brushed the dirt away, gently, and pulled the bulb out.
Ariadne gave a confused expression. “What are you doing?”
She held it in her hands, examining its lines and light color. “It’s not time for this one to take root just yet.”
makes pretty flowers, all kinds, all shapes. all colors. unque, and plane., all different just like people.
jolie
There are a couple different kinds of bulbs, right? Light bulb and plant bulb. Everybody knows about lightbulbs. I wonder how many people wrote about that?
Plant bulbs are kinda cool though. I don’t really like onions, but onion bulbs are really fun to plant. I’m not sure what other kinds of plants have bulbs though…
Allison Graham
The light bulb was held inside it’s container by the smallest of devices. It didn’t seem like much usually the light bulb is forgetten and not thought about. Yet it lights up a room. The light bulb keep smonsters at bay, it shows the way through dark areas, it helps create a mood between two lovers. The light bulb gets no credit for the things it does and yet it will continue to do them light the obediant servant that it is.
Chee
light … I have an idea ! I see a swinging chord , it shall make you glow .
Emma
An idea. A flash of light. A ding in the silence of darkness. It illuminates and exposes. It gives those who have no hope a light at the end of the tunnel and serves as a beacon on the way to your destination. It is man made, but it spreads the light of the universe. It emcompasses everything in all colors.
A bulb goes into a lamp. A bulb helps light up a room. Bulb is a funny word. BULB. Bulb has two B’s in it. B U L B. I wonder how you make a bulb. How do you go about getting things inside of the glass? Who invented it? The light bulb.
The light bulb went off in the room. She sat quietly, barely breathing, unable to contain her double beating heart. She sat still as stone hoping it would stop, but it did not, it beat on in the dark through the night until she realised she was here to stay. Then the dawn came, flooding the tired room, beckoning her back to the world.
light, intuition, new ideas. flashing out of my mind quicker than i can count. the emotion, almost blank, as each idea gives a different feeling: anxiety, happiness, depression. it doesn’t matter, as long as it’s yours
A bulb is something used to light up a room in the dark. I could write about inventions, but it’s better to write about light and darkness, as they’re thins fundmental to us. Light fills us the dark, pushing it back, converting dark into light and becoming a greater light. This is what we must do within, to convert all that is dark in us into light, to change a d become more.
Oh, hey @Darshan,
Your entry showed up above mine . . . That’s never happened to me before. Totally tripped me up – like when a light bulb bursts in your face and you just have to scream. It was a lot like that.
That’s it.
Hyperbility
She flicked the light on. The bulb shined brightly. “Crap,” she muttered, moving towards the toilet. “Three in the morning is not a good time for light, no matter how bad you gotta piss.”
The light flickers on and off and she wonders if she really has to get up and change the bulb.
…Does she have to? Will it really make all that much difference? Won’t the light just flicker on in-
The room shutters into darkness.
He sighs as he wonders in from the kitchen, smiling bemusedly at her glare that’s directed towards the ceiling.
“You want me to change the light?”
She just smiles impishly in return.
light bulb is in the ceiling. Flickering like my soul. I hope my light doesn’t end when I turn the bulb in the ceiling off. I want to go on. To continue. To be.
I don’t like writing about bulbs. wtf does this mean anyways? light bulbs? flower bulbs? bulb. such a strange word. weird to say as well. bulb. bulb. it sucks that i’m dyslexic and keep writing it as dulb. or dulb. blah. bulb. bulb.
the light and its bulb has been through a lot of things together. So has the flower totally diffrent things both have bulbs.
The light went off in his head. The reason, the purpose, the answer, everything. A revelation of sorts. Thus he went his way, enlightened and proud. He kept this as a secret. A very deep secret, as if he was to cherish it and those who cared for it would not receive it. They were not worthy like he was. He was a proud, selfish, foolish man.
I was thinking to far ahead of myself as I stared into the interesting glow of the light bulb thinking of many ways to gain back the respect that i had once gained with myself and my family as it all clicked to me i clicked off the light bulb
bulbs are so fun to smash. I want to write a note about a penguin. This is lame. Wtf. Lightbulbs? How? How many blondes does it take to screw in a lightbulb? How did blondes get in this equation? You know what’s funny, your mom.
How many does it take to screw in one?
Haha, the idea that comes in a person’s mind and a light bulb lights up in their head.
Just as easily as if it can be turned off….
The bulb flickered in the almost empty diner. Lilith was sitting in a stool not far from the entrance. She was waiting for someone. Her waiter, a good friend Lilith knew as Haley, came and refilled her coffee. “I think you’ve been stood up, Lily.”
when i see this word, i think of a flower bulb, in the dark, cold soil, waiting through winter for the spring so that it can emerge into the sun and grow.
hold me, love me, stay with me. your hands are soft as you caress me. your hands are loving as you lift me high, like worship. you love me, right? when you realize this, i’ll be gone. your hands will be empty, mourning the loss of the light bulb you once held with the gentleness and worship of a devout follower.
Light bulb. Blink. Blink. Will the light shine down upon me? Let me take the spotlight on this very stage we call earth and let me show you what I’m made of.
i always have ideas just constantly thinking about anything like a light bulb turning on in my head constantly like a techno strobe light but its frustrating at times because i can never turn it off but when i do somehow control it i find myself.
like a light like a plant. bulbs are a symbol of life and light and in general a little sprout of hope opening up into a being or into a beacon. When I was smaller i would follow my mother into her garden and plant a few bulbs, back when I thought gardening was for me. Who knows, it could be still.
liar liar. you’re going to rot here in your lies. a flickering, dimming light bulb your only companion. look up, look at me. i love you, you know. look up. your only companion is a light bulb. pathetic.
Joseph toyed in his hands a peculiar plant. It was a gift from his grandson, who he did not remember at all. He turned the bulbous root around in his hands and wondered its significance.
“there is no future,there is only the now.”
“that is not true.it would take a light from a single a million years to travel a million light years. in the sky we are seeing a vast amounts of their history,now.
Turn down the lights and lets get comfortable. It’s cool and breezy so lets get lost in a sea of sheets. Don’t turn the lights on just yet, our love is more than enough to light up the room.
It is a simple piece of work. A glass ball with metal in the middle. No one would assume that such a simple device could be a source of such freedom.
I see a light bulb right in front of me. It’s part the lamp above our kitchen table. The nights grow longer these days, summer is almost over, and I need the light on. Sad but true. August is here, and soon September, and then it’s winter. I haven’t enjoyed this summer enough, just some work, and then wasting time.
Little tulips, bulbs showing for the first time, poked from the window box.
The light bulb flickered above me, the fly buzzing around it setting my teeth on edge. Hairs on the back of my neck stood up with every electrical twang; its incessant twitching driving deep into my brain. I fought the urge to stand up and take a swing at it, itching the scratch once and for all.
the illumination recieved from the little glass object in the room thrills me so. I feel as if I can start laughing at any minute. The faint yellow glow of the bulb allows me to see in the dark.
Dig the bulb up and transplant it while you can. If you wait much longer, it won’t take. Trust me, I’ve been there.
Seriously? Did you just reduce my love life to a gardening tip?
Hey, if you didn’t want advice, you shouldn’t have come to me. Besides, flowering is all I know. Besides, your little bud needs to be nurtured and cared for daily.
Would you just shut up?
What? At least, I didn’t say fertilized.
Me and my sister have this thing, and inside joke, something about lightbulbs. It’s completely at my expense but I could care less about that because it’s something for us. I can’t look at a light without smiling, just a little.
Light is a source of hope to all people. Lightbulbs are proof of this. They go on and off but always shed light on a situation. Same with hope. It is small sometimes but is always needed.
This bulb planted in the ground
Has grown slowly into everything around
And the night which surrounds
Is fleeting for me
The day awaits and I’m prepared
To be the best that I can be
Plants are really something. Can’t say it takes my mind to an entirely wholesome place, though, when I think about plants. Because they’re basically just going at it all the time, forever. Every trip into the garden is a constant orgy of plant proliferation and procreation. All this sin lodged in your front yard, surrounded by teeming piles of dirt.
She brushed the dirt away, gently, and pulled the bulb out.
Ariadne gave a confused expression. “What are you doing?”
She held it in her hands, examining its lines and light color. “It’s not time for this one to take root just yet.”
makes pretty flowers, all kinds, all shapes. all colors. unque, and plane., all different just like people.
There are a couple different kinds of bulbs, right? Light bulb and plant bulb. Everybody knows about lightbulbs. I wonder how many people wrote about that?
Plant bulbs are kinda cool though. I don’t really like onions, but onion bulbs are really fun to plant. I’m not sure what other kinds of plants have bulbs though…
The light bulb was held inside it’s container by the smallest of devices. It didn’t seem like much usually the light bulb is forgetten and not thought about. Yet it lights up a room. The light bulb keep smonsters at bay, it shows the way through dark areas, it helps create a mood between two lovers. The light bulb gets no credit for the things it does and yet it will continue to do them light the obediant servant that it is.
light … I have an idea ! I see a swinging chord , it shall make you glow .
An idea. A flash of light. A ding in the silence of darkness. It illuminates and exposes. It gives those who have no hope a light at the end of the tunnel and serves as a beacon on the way to your destination. It is man made, but it spreads the light of the universe. It emcompasses everything in all colors.