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Fashion Nugget
screwing in the kitchen light bulbs on the ceiling is an ongoing pain in the ass. Would that they would levitate and screw themselves in. Speaking of bulbs, isn’t it time to plant tulips? Which reminds me of Sarah Palin’s “Read My Lipstick” bumper sticker.
Jen
Lights and dahlias have little in common except their brilliance. Just like us. Little lights, little spidery flowers, packed too close together, picked too early, sometimes shattered. I had dahlias once, and they were beautiful… like you. Like you, and you.
morgan
bright, glowing, longing to illuminate; iridescence is inert, nostalgic yet florid; suppressed essence, suffocated until wilting has ceased; tis only a result of their untimely death.
alice
I coul think nothing, no brilliant light inside my head, no bulb to turn on to say ” that’s it!”
It was hopeless.
Mon
A light source viewed from a far can unextinguish and enlighten a path for each of us to follow. Before the dusk of all of our days we can always come home in the dark and turn on this metallic memory-gift of Edison. The spring also yields the wonderful joys of life in a package beknownst to us in the same way.
the thoughts that we have that never make it into reality the thoughts we leave behind because we put down our hand and think no that couldn’t be right how could I know that or why would anyone believe that.
Samantha
I planted the bulb in the early morning. The time of morning when there is a fog that seems surreal and steals a part of your soul. It should have grown deep purple tulips, but it never did. In my imagination there
DeeDee
the light bulb has a bright light that shines vibrant from the source of heat. the heat shines brighter then any lower heat sourrse. i leave my light bulb on sometimes when i leave the room and im sorry but i cant help it. i dont want to pollute the eenvironment but yeah. i want to go to another festival and party like its 1999999999 mooofuckkkaaa. yes bitcch
mdzzzzle
change the bulb with flourescent lighting to save money and save the earth!
jazevox
a light bulb sits waiting. waiting to be turned on. i wish i were a light bulb. so that someone might turn me on. i’ve yet to shine like i know i can.
Kevin
lights and electricity come in the form of bulbs. plants also come in the form of bulbs. It has very round connotations.
Jessica
Light! Idea! A bright idea. Energy. Planet. Degradation.
The end.
Hannah
The lightbulb broke, smashed into thousands of tiny shards of glass. It’s life had ended. Never again would it shed light on the world. People mourned its loss in the dark.
Sara
The bulb flickered off, darkening the room. Her hand groped for a light switch, but she found only the cool, damp concrete of a basement wall.
“Damn it.”
She put the box down carefully, trying not to break its fragile contents, and groped the wall once more. Suddenly, CRASH! The box fell down the stairs, shattering all of the contents.
Daniel
my mother used to plant bulbs every fall, with the hope that they would poke their heads out again come springtime. for community service, we planted crocus bulbs in a ring on the grass oval in front of our school. to this day, there’s still a fairy ring there, and only we know how it came to be there. nobody remembers the bulbs, or expects the bulbs–they return like small gifts.
CinnamonCrane
light shines from me and i make rooms bright. I am also found growing in the ground and things grow because i am there. round and long and different colors. bright shiny or dull and dirty. smooth or rooty. lots of roots and warty things.
celeste lordan
Light Bulb. Flower bulb. It doesn’t make much difference. The light bulb in my room makes my eyes burn and blinded, but the flowers when they spout make my nose itch. Either way, bulbs aren’t really my favorite thing, despite all the gardening around me.
E D
light is so important, it’s been contained in
a glass-like dome, produced by electrictiy,
that’s what we call, the bulb.
why the bulb? because flowers have bulbs.
things have bulbs.
and they all look like the electrical bulb.
man imitates nature.
raistie
there was a bulb in the room. It was lit. It flared above me while I thought deeply about where life was taking me. funny how all these things usually end up to be about personal rants. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that does this. I’m still thinking about my creativity.Do I have any?
Joel
going off in my head this crazy array of lights and darkness woo woo see the train go by and leave all the tired souls behind close the door on the way in because you never get out hear it all see it all ho hum diddle dee dum just the best of the best stupid GOP whatever the hell that means there’s not a bulb in your body if you can’t find it in your heart to love the world you can’t light the way for us
Ashley
She slowly reached out to touch it…It glowed. She didn’t know how else to put it. It didn’t give off heat, and it didn’t burn the eyes. It was…friendly. Bulbs. What a wonderful thing. They are the light of our lives.
Fignacious
A bulb sits above me, illuminating everything. Without it, I would have no sight. Only the chiming of the grandfather clock that stands in the hall downstairs. I am grateful to the bulb.
Henry
a bulb is big
a bulb is white
a bulb comes out your big fat butt
that bulb is bright
that bulb is hot
that bulb will sing a long sad song
kyle
The light bulb turned on in the green room. Doris walked in and turned it off. She preferred darkness, couldn’t stand the way the light reflected off the colors. Doris sat down in the dark room, and closed her eyes. Better, she thought.
sarah
Deep, dark, underground, claustrophobic, lonely and dead. Bulbs have such a sad life before they do anything beautiful and spectacular. But that first crocus in the spring? It’s worth the nightmare that goes on beneath the dirt. The ruffles of the iris, the sunshine in the daffodil. The paint splashes of the tulip. It’s worth it.
Candice
well bulbs are characteristic to room settings and illuminate the darkest depths of human eye. to illuminate is to see, and see is to perceive. without bulbs, where would we be? just amidst in the dark, with no light to guide us. bulb installation is usually mandated by electrical companies.
nihar
Bulbous is the bulb. Not bold but the bulbous. Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, and bulb are the potatoes that can be fried. Thomas personally is a bit of a boob, I think. It makes me think of the etymology of a word like everything else Bulb has its roots in the past.
Paul Henry
it is something that my orommates cannot seem to figure out how to turn off. it produces alot of electricity and it is bringing much deate to teh political parties. It uses electricy and cost a college student more money then it was worth. I wish we all went abck to coleman lanters to save energy. I like ot hug trees and i like people to know it. so turn that bulb off and go lite a lantern.
hannah
I was nine and sitting in a classroom. He used his sleeved elbow to flick the switch and the light went on. “Why did I do that?” he asked the class. Later he explained that his hands were wet and that water and electricity didn’t mix. Why I continue to remember this particular event I don’t know. He was a relief teacher, only there for a few days, but I have two memories of my time with him.
deborah
The light bulb over head flashes on and off. I roll over on my bed and kick at the long chain dangling in the center of the room, trying to make it rethink it’s rebellious thoughts. However, just to spite me, it flickers out leaving me in the dark. Nonplussed, I roll back over.
“didn’t want you on any way.”
Beth
He handed me the lightbulb as I turned.
He let go.
I did not catch it.
We both watched as the blub hit the floor.
Shattering.
I looked up, into his eyes.
Was this not a metaphor?
Ellen
the bulbs glistened on the tree but tears glistened in her eyes. the bulbs were all the typical holiday colors but her tears streaked her face with clarity.
nicole
The light in my room needs one but I fail to purchase one. Why, if Ive entered a store on several occasions, do I not buy one? Who knows. I have no idea
FT
pink lanmpshades and lightbulbs that expode in your temples like shotglasses shattering from drunks hands, the coffe crunch of filaments as if mercury slivering into the pores of your hands, exctasy terminating as blood droplets stain your new tiles and you lose
jessyka
light bulb that is bright and luminous, instant gratification
Mo
my mind is something like a bulb it goes on and off as soon as some charge get to it, most of the socks are veeery unespected so I never know what is it gonna be…on? off?? who knows!!! who cares!!! the turning and going off turns out amazing, gives all kinda illutions in my mind
tania
the light bulb sat atop the cabinet. I knew I had to reach up there and get it, because otherwise my mom would soon learn that I had nearly broken our lamp. I grabbed the bulb and rushed to the lamp. I began unscrewing the previous on, and placed the new one in. she would never know.
JB
Flicked off
Morning bug
Lemons in your eye
From the fifth stain of the season.
You’re on second base
But I know nothing about sports
So you’re on your own.
Watch out for the ball
Told you so.
The bulb falshes. The photo has been taken. The phtographer proudly uploads his pictures for the world to see.
screwing in the kitchen light bulbs on the ceiling is an ongoing pain in the ass. Would that they would levitate and screw themselves in. Speaking of bulbs, isn’t it time to plant tulips? Which reminds me of Sarah Palin’s “Read My Lipstick” bumper sticker.
Lights and dahlias have little in common except their brilliance. Just like us. Little lights, little spidery flowers, packed too close together, picked too early, sometimes shattered. I had dahlias once, and they were beautiful… like you. Like you, and you.
bright, glowing, longing to illuminate; iridescence is inert, nostalgic yet florid; suppressed essence, suffocated until wilting has ceased; tis only a result of their untimely death.
I coul think nothing, no brilliant light inside my head, no bulb to turn on to say ” that’s it!”
It was hopeless.
A light source viewed from a far can unextinguish and enlighten a path for each of us to follow. Before the dusk of all of our days we can always come home in the dark and turn on this metallic memory-gift of Edison. The spring also yields the wonderful joys of life in a package beknownst to us in the same way.
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the thoughts that we have that never make it into reality the thoughts we leave behind because we put down our hand and think no that couldn’t be right how could I know that or why would anyone believe that.
I planted the bulb in the early morning. The time of morning when there is a fog that seems surreal and steals a part of your soul. It should have grown deep purple tulips, but it never did. In my imagination there
the light bulb has a bright light that shines vibrant from the source of heat. the heat shines brighter then any lower heat sourrse. i leave my light bulb on sometimes when i leave the room and im sorry but i cant help it. i dont want to pollute the eenvironment but yeah. i want to go to another festival and party like its 1999999999 mooofuckkkaaa. yes bitcch
change the bulb with flourescent lighting to save money and save the earth!
a light bulb sits waiting. waiting to be turned on. i wish i were a light bulb. so that someone might turn me on. i’ve yet to shine like i know i can.
lights and electricity come in the form of bulbs. plants also come in the form of bulbs. It has very round connotations.
Light! Idea! A bright idea. Energy. Planet. Degradation.
The end.
The lightbulb broke, smashed into thousands of tiny shards of glass. It’s life had ended. Never again would it shed light on the world. People mourned its loss in the dark.
The bulb flickered off, darkening the room. Her hand groped for a light switch, but she found only the cool, damp concrete of a basement wall.
“Damn it.”
She put the box down carefully, trying not to break its fragile contents, and groped the wall once more. Suddenly, CRASH! The box fell down the stairs, shattering all of the contents.
my mother used to plant bulbs every fall, with the hope that they would poke their heads out again come springtime. for community service, we planted crocus bulbs in a ring on the grass oval in front of our school. to this day, there’s still a fairy ring there, and only we know how it came to be there. nobody remembers the bulbs, or expects the bulbs–they return like small gifts.
light shines from me and i make rooms bright. I am also found growing in the ground and things grow because i am there. round and long and different colors. bright shiny or dull and dirty. smooth or rooty. lots of roots and warty things.
Light Bulb. Flower bulb. It doesn’t make much difference. The light bulb in my room makes my eyes burn and blinded, but the flowers when they spout make my nose itch. Either way, bulbs aren’t really my favorite thing, despite all the gardening around me.
light is so important, it’s been contained in
a glass-like dome, produced by electrictiy,
that’s what we call, the bulb.
why the bulb? because flowers have bulbs.
things have bulbs.
and they all look like the electrical bulb.
man imitates nature.
there was a bulb in the room. It was lit. It flared above me while I thought deeply about where life was taking me. funny how all these things usually end up to be about personal rants. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that does this. I’m still thinking about my creativity.Do I have any?
going off in my head this crazy array of lights and darkness woo woo see the train go by and leave all the tired souls behind close the door on the way in because you never get out hear it all see it all ho hum diddle dee dum just the best of the best stupid GOP whatever the hell that means there’s not a bulb in your body if you can’t find it in your heart to love the world you can’t light the way for us
She slowly reached out to touch it…It glowed. She didn’t know how else to put it. It didn’t give off heat, and it didn’t burn the eyes. It was…friendly. Bulbs. What a wonderful thing. They are the light of our lives.
A bulb sits above me, illuminating everything. Without it, I would have no sight. Only the chiming of the grandfather clock that stands in the hall downstairs. I am grateful to the bulb.
a bulb is big
a bulb is white
a bulb comes out your big fat butt
that bulb is bright
that bulb is hot
that bulb will sing a long sad song
The light bulb turned on in the green room. Doris walked in and turned it off. She preferred darkness, couldn’t stand the way the light reflected off the colors. Doris sat down in the dark room, and closed her eyes. Better, she thought.
Deep, dark, underground, claustrophobic, lonely and dead. Bulbs have such a sad life before they do anything beautiful and spectacular. But that first crocus in the spring? It’s worth the nightmare that goes on beneath the dirt. The ruffles of the iris, the sunshine in the daffodil. The paint splashes of the tulip. It’s worth it.
well bulbs are characteristic to room settings and illuminate the darkest depths of human eye. to illuminate is to see, and see is to perceive. without bulbs, where would we be? just amidst in the dark, with no light to guide us. bulb installation is usually mandated by electrical companies.
Bulbous is the bulb. Not bold but the bulbous. Thomas Edison invented the light bulb, and bulb are the potatoes that can be fried. Thomas personally is a bit of a boob, I think. It makes me think of the etymology of a word like everything else Bulb has its roots in the past.
it is something that my orommates cannot seem to figure out how to turn off. it produces alot of electricity and it is bringing much deate to teh political parties. It uses electricy and cost a college student more money then it was worth. I wish we all went abck to coleman lanters to save energy. I like ot hug trees and i like people to know it. so turn that bulb off and go lite a lantern.
I was nine and sitting in a classroom. He used his sleeved elbow to flick the switch and the light went on. “Why did I do that?” he asked the class. Later he explained that his hands were wet and that water and electricity didn’t mix. Why I continue to remember this particular event I don’t know. He was a relief teacher, only there for a few days, but I have two memories of my time with him.
The light bulb over head flashes on and off. I roll over on my bed and kick at the long chain dangling in the center of the room, trying to make it rethink it’s rebellious thoughts. However, just to spite me, it flickers out leaving me in the dark. Nonplussed, I roll back over.
“didn’t want you on any way.”
He handed me the lightbulb as I turned.
He let go.
I did not catch it.
We both watched as the blub hit the floor.
Shattering.
I looked up, into his eyes.
Was this not a metaphor?
the bulbs glistened on the tree but tears glistened in her eyes. the bulbs were all the typical holiday colors but her tears streaked her face with clarity.
The light in my room needs one but I fail to purchase one. Why, if Ive entered a store on several occasions, do I not buy one? Who knows. I have no idea
pink lanmpshades and lightbulbs that expode in your temples like shotglasses shattering from drunks hands, the coffe crunch of filaments as if mercury slivering into the pores of your hands, exctasy terminating as blood droplets stain your new tiles and you lose
light bulb that is bright and luminous, instant gratification
my mind is something like a bulb it goes on and off as soon as some charge get to it, most of the socks are veeery unespected so I never know what is it gonna be…on? off?? who knows!!! who cares!!! the turning and going off turns out amazing, gives all kinda illutions in my mind
the light bulb sat atop the cabinet. I knew I had to reach up there and get it, because otherwise my mom would soon learn that I had nearly broken our lamp. I grabbed the bulb and rushed to the lamp. I began unscrewing the previous on, and placed the new one in. she would never know.
Flicked off
Morning bug
Lemons in your eye
From the fifth stain of the season.
You’re on second base
But I know nothing about sports
So you’re on your own.
Watch out for the ball
Told you so.