the plant below the ground…from which sprouts beautiful tulips in the springtime…which brightens the day of thousands upon thousands.
But why don’t they look beautiful in the beginning…perhaps they are the diamond in the rough…
sandy
Light bulb. Idea, plant.
Chris
yellow jonquils… spread against the green grass of the yard.. helter skelter. sign of spring and rebirth.
lacy edged frame
marsha
Light bulb, energy, flow, conservation, conduits and conductors. What makes us so different? What is it that we do on a daily basis that allows the energy to flow or to stop? When do we get conscious of our flow?
Liz
light bulbs are amazing for my plants, I like the light they give off when they grow my buds to such amazing delight. My lungs love my mind. I’m not a bright bulb but I glow none the less. So what am I to do with the bulb that’s in my shoe. I couldnt wait for you in the dark with no bulb to use. I’ve tried to light your life, with the threat of you my wife, what’s a guy to do
Ben
i like pie but i just say that and its not really true so leave me alona and go away. plus i have no idea who i really like and im soooooo confused so i dont know what to do so yeah thats it.
angie
a light bulb shines bright when turned on. but it can die at any moment after a long period of time. and when it doesn’t work any longer, when you flip the switch it’s only a spark of light before going pitch black again. you curse about having to change it.
Caitlin
Grandmother always dug up her bulbs in the spring. She would place them in nylon stockings and hang them in the front window on the porch. That porch always smelled of earth and diesel fuel.
Benedict
Light. Just light in a jail. A jail with glass walls. Who’s innocent may throw the first stone. Shine for me, shine on. Red, white, black.
andreas
i’d like to think you’re here with me looking at this light bulb. i was getting it out to replace the broken one in the basement. it shattered on my head the other week and now i’m replacing it. i’m just looking at the new one now. thinking of your face and your hands in mine and how warm you always were. so i touch the light and i feel your skin and my hand starts to burn, but i just see you. it’s all you and all lights.
katie
The bulb lights our houses. The bulb feeds our poor. The bulb is a funny word. Bulbausor is a pokemon. He was a good pokemon. I caught him. When I had him, I leveled him up a bit, but then I decided to level mew up instead.
Tyson
i see a bulb and all i can think about is bulb. this is a light bulb. a bulb of light and i can feel the warmth and fuck it’s so fucking warm and there you are next to me. just so warm, but i’m not thinking about you. just the bulb and i only wish that you were here really with me, but you’re not. you’re not here. just this bulb and i can’t stand not having you. it’s a tragedy and i can’t take it because i think about the bulb and all i see is you.
katie
like a fish, blub, blub. You know the sound that it makes when its underwater. Kindy of a silly word that if you just threw out their it would put a smile on someones face.
wade
its dimming…making it harder to see the things around me…the things that because of distance, i’m forced to appreciate. i have to focus on the light the laptop is giving off…but its hurting my eyes…
Brador
there’s not enough light to read, but just enough to see him all curled up in the corner, cowering, crying, clutching his little boney arms to his chest. i am discomfited by this.
“that’s enough, boy,” i tell him. “they won’t hurt you no more.”
krista
It was under the ground, warm and growing. We didn’t know what it would grow into, how could we? That spring brought the most terrifyingly beautiful plant we could have ever imagined. The way it grew and shuddered with life gave us meaning. If only we knew what that meaning meant for us.
Kate
The bulb. Placed in the ground. Hope. For the future. If spring doesn’t come. If this bulb doesn’t grow. We still tried. We still put that bulb in the ground. You and me. To bloom. The bulb will bloom.
Lindsay c.c.
ideas..over my head..life too fastl
lin
i like light bulbs. now i try to use energy efficient ones not just for the environment but also because i like the way that they look. a single bulb of light is a very hopeful image. there is a reason that it is associated with a bright idea. i remember seeing a show about a light bulb in a fire station that had been going for like 80 years.
bess
Then the light bulb went on in his head. It didn’t matter WHO he loved, it mattered simply THAT he loved. Gender sex race religion creed…WHO CARED?? No one was going to give him brownie points for loving unconventionally or conventionally…He’d be better served by simply loving who he loved and letting life take care of the rest.
Torrin
If its planted it grows. If its eaten it grows inside of you like the layers of puke in your vomit. It makes me cry. Smell it. Smell it. Smell it. Give into the planted life that smells like death, gag on it.
Me
The light the light the light flickered on and off and there was nothing I could do except hope that it would stay. Off. Because I didn’t particularly want to look at his face right then, right as he was telling me it was over, right when he was ending it and right when he was failing to have a good enough reason.
The light went back on.
And I looked at his face, and I noticed that he wasn’t sure what we was doing either.
lydia
The bulb was lit from the mist of energy created by the new being. It sat alone. Dim. Flickering. Guiding the little ones into the deep. They knew not where they were going.
Pete
The first official day in Spring, no matter how cold of a March day it was, she always planted the bulbs in her front yard. Tulips, daffodils, lilies, everything. It was the most auspicious to do this. To let the cold bite at them for just a few weeks to bring out the colors.
Kourtney
in the spring the daffodils bloom from the bulbs we planted last winter.
t
light is the beggining of the day. It is from the sun and it shines all around us. It comes from light bulbs but also from fire which is very hot. I have many light bulbs in my house. Bulbs can also be flower bulbs which are quite beautiful and pretty. They are baby flowers which is wonderful. Don’t worry I’ll leave now!!! BYE!
alexandra sugarman
light that shit up homeboy!
Brack
there was this yellow bulb that i wanted to put it in my bedroom. when i did the bulb made my room as bright as the sun. i didn’t like it.
vee
light bulb or a flower bulb. Bulbs of tulips or bulbs of light. Spring time, night time. bulbs.
thatonegirl
The bulb flickered in the poor lighting,making the room appear as if it were out of some cheesy horror film.The man sat quietly in the corner,waiting for his victim to stop squirming viciously in its cage.
Kay
light sun shine. jesus shine. annoying song. in my head. gilligan’s island. skipper. barbie. midge. mommy. black suitcase. grandmother. newspapers. school. mr. nunez. turtle. yoshi mario. brennen. denim denim denim. jill jenna mackenzie paris.
murdith
the little bulb grew, and soon it became a flower, voluptuous in its ostentatious beauty, almost begging to be picked up and snatched from its earthen, moist home, and carried away and stuck in a plastic, dollar-store vase for a few minutes before some 81-year old person presses it in the pages of a dictionary.
MG
birth of a life cycle that sustains many others, feeders and admirers, myself admiring, on a day like last tuesday where the sun shone down on us lying in the grass discussing why we did what we did last weekend when we don’t remember a thing from all that booze we drank but it was only for a good occasion we don’t do that unless there’s a reason to be so much fun, happy birthday i’m so glad you all could make it have a good time and i hope you have a ride home.
shhhh
I’ve never understood the point of buying bulbs rather than just buying plants annually or sticking entirely to annual plants. It’s such a pain in the ass to plant, wait until the plants die, take the bulbs out and store them. A waste, really.
Marie
the blub ius a small animal in the corrner of a rom. he is tall and has a long robe . we do not know why he sits in the corrner all day. we will find out soon. yes, we will find out soon.
shannon
bulb. the item that infuses light upon the world. your heart is the bulb in my life. it illuminates my day and casts hope in my life
diana
the light bulb was begining to fade. I was staring at it mesmerized, hoping that it would not fade, because otherwise it would be dark. And you don’t want it to be dark.
Tomás Bonilla
lights in the sky floating around like magic. the children ask their parents what they mean, but the mothers cannot answer. they just gaze upon the beauty of it and wonder. never questioning the reason behind the floating lights.
kim mizenko
the light bulb shone so brightly from the lampshade, I thought I would go blind. I couldn’t concentrate on the diary in my hands because of the light. I just wanted to write about tonight…but I couldn’t. It might not have been the light bulb’s fault, but it was the only thing I wanted to blame. I just wanted to come back to you, but that damn light bulb wouldn’t let me. It just wouldn’t let me.
meg
You use a bulb in a light. It’s what makes the light shine. It’s the outer shell that contains the light source which is not the bulb itself but the carrier or compartment, if you will. Bulbs are manglers, they’re awesome. I love bulbs and they love me. Bulbs are so cool. They’re driven though.
the plant below the ground…from which sprouts beautiful tulips in the springtime…which brightens the day of thousands upon thousands.
But why don’t they look beautiful in the beginning…perhaps they are the diamond in the rough…
Light bulb. Idea, plant.
yellow jonquils… spread against the green grass of the yard.. helter skelter. sign of spring and rebirth.
lacy edged frame
Light bulb, energy, flow, conservation, conduits and conductors. What makes us so different? What is it that we do on a daily basis that allows the energy to flow or to stop? When do we get conscious of our flow?
light bulbs are amazing for my plants, I like the light they give off when they grow my buds to such amazing delight. My lungs love my mind. I’m not a bright bulb but I glow none the less. So what am I to do with the bulb that’s in my shoe. I couldnt wait for you in the dark with no bulb to use. I’ve tried to light your life, with the threat of you my wife, what’s a guy to do
i like pie but i just say that and its not really true so leave me alona and go away. plus i have no idea who i really like and im soooooo confused so i dont know what to do so yeah thats it.
a light bulb shines bright when turned on. but it can die at any moment after a long period of time. and when it doesn’t work any longer, when you flip the switch it’s only a spark of light before going pitch black again. you curse about having to change it.
Grandmother always dug up her bulbs in the spring. She would place them in nylon stockings and hang them in the front window on the porch. That porch always smelled of earth and diesel fuel.
Light. Just light in a jail. A jail with glass walls. Who’s innocent may throw the first stone. Shine for me, shine on. Red, white, black.
i’d like to think you’re here with me looking at this light bulb. i was getting it out to replace the broken one in the basement. it shattered on my head the other week and now i’m replacing it. i’m just looking at the new one now. thinking of your face and your hands in mine and how warm you always were. so i touch the light and i feel your skin and my hand starts to burn, but i just see you. it’s all you and all lights.
The bulb lights our houses. The bulb feeds our poor. The bulb is a funny word. Bulbausor is a pokemon. He was a good pokemon. I caught him. When I had him, I leveled him up a bit, but then I decided to level mew up instead.
i see a bulb and all i can think about is bulb. this is a light bulb. a bulb of light and i can feel the warmth and fuck it’s so fucking warm and there you are next to me. just so warm, but i’m not thinking about you. just the bulb and i only wish that you were here really with me, but you’re not. you’re not here. just this bulb and i can’t stand not having you. it’s a tragedy and i can’t take it because i think about the bulb and all i see is you.
like a fish, blub, blub. You know the sound that it makes when its underwater. Kindy of a silly word that if you just threw out their it would put a smile on someones face.
its dimming…making it harder to see the things around me…the things that because of distance, i’m forced to appreciate. i have to focus on the light the laptop is giving off…but its hurting my eyes…
there’s not enough light to read, but just enough to see him all curled up in the corner, cowering, crying, clutching his little boney arms to his chest. i am discomfited by this.
“that’s enough, boy,” i tell him. “they won’t hurt you no more.”
It was under the ground, warm and growing. We didn’t know what it would grow into, how could we? That spring brought the most terrifyingly beautiful plant we could have ever imagined. The way it grew and shuddered with life gave us meaning. If only we knew what that meaning meant for us.
The bulb. Placed in the ground. Hope. For the future. If spring doesn’t come. If this bulb doesn’t grow. We still tried. We still put that bulb in the ground. You and me. To bloom. The bulb will bloom.
ideas..over my head..life too fastl
i like light bulbs. now i try to use energy efficient ones not just for the environment but also because i like the way that they look. a single bulb of light is a very hopeful image. there is a reason that it is associated with a bright idea. i remember seeing a show about a light bulb in a fire station that had been going for like 80 years.
Then the light bulb went on in his head. It didn’t matter WHO he loved, it mattered simply THAT he loved. Gender sex race religion creed…WHO CARED?? No one was going to give him brownie points for loving unconventionally or conventionally…He’d be better served by simply loving who he loved and letting life take care of the rest.
If its planted it grows. If its eaten it grows inside of you like the layers of puke in your vomit. It makes me cry. Smell it. Smell it. Smell it. Give into the planted life that smells like death, gag on it.
The light the light the light flickered on and off and there was nothing I could do except hope that it would stay. Off. Because I didn’t particularly want to look at his face right then, right as he was telling me it was over, right when he was ending it and right when he was failing to have a good enough reason.
The light went back on.
And I looked at his face, and I noticed that he wasn’t sure what we was doing either.
The bulb was lit from the mist of energy created by the new being. It sat alone. Dim. Flickering. Guiding the little ones into the deep. They knew not where they were going.
The first official day in Spring, no matter how cold of a March day it was, she always planted the bulbs in her front yard. Tulips, daffodils, lilies, everything. It was the most auspicious to do this. To let the cold bite at them for just a few weeks to bring out the colors.
in the spring the daffodils bloom from the bulbs we planted last winter.
light is the beggining of the day. It is from the sun and it shines all around us. It comes from light bulbs but also from fire which is very hot. I have many light bulbs in my house. Bulbs can also be flower bulbs which are quite beautiful and pretty. They are baby flowers which is wonderful. Don’t worry I’ll leave now!!! BYE!
light that shit up homeboy!
there was this yellow bulb that i wanted to put it in my bedroom. when i did the bulb made my room as bright as the sun. i didn’t like it.
light bulb or a flower bulb. Bulbs of tulips or bulbs of light. Spring time, night time. bulbs.
The bulb flickered in the poor lighting,making the room appear as if it were out of some cheesy horror film.The man sat quietly in the corner,waiting for his victim to stop squirming viciously in its cage.
light sun shine. jesus shine. annoying song. in my head. gilligan’s island. skipper. barbie. midge. mommy. black suitcase. grandmother. newspapers. school. mr. nunez. turtle. yoshi mario. brennen. denim denim denim. jill jenna mackenzie paris.
the little bulb grew, and soon it became a flower, voluptuous in its ostentatious beauty, almost begging to be picked up and snatched from its earthen, moist home, and carried away and stuck in a plastic, dollar-store vase for a few minutes before some 81-year old person presses it in the pages of a dictionary.
birth of a life cycle that sustains many others, feeders and admirers, myself admiring, on a day like last tuesday where the sun shone down on us lying in the grass discussing why we did what we did last weekend when we don’t remember a thing from all that booze we drank but it was only for a good occasion we don’t do that unless there’s a reason to be so much fun, happy birthday i’m so glad you all could make it have a good time and i hope you have a ride home.
I’ve never understood the point of buying bulbs rather than just buying plants annually or sticking entirely to annual plants. It’s such a pain in the ass to plant, wait until the plants die, take the bulbs out and store them. A waste, really.
the blub ius a small animal in the corrner of a rom. he is tall and has a long robe . we do not know why he sits in the corrner all day. we will find out soon. yes, we will find out soon.
bulb. the item that infuses light upon the world. your heart is the bulb in my life. it illuminates my day and casts hope in my life
the light bulb was begining to fade. I was staring at it mesmerized, hoping that it would not fade, because otherwise it would be dark. And you don’t want it to be dark.
lights in the sky floating around like magic. the children ask their parents what they mean, but the mothers cannot answer. they just gaze upon the beauty of it and wonder. never questioning the reason behind the floating lights.
the light bulb shone so brightly from the lampshade, I thought I would go blind. I couldn’t concentrate on the diary in my hands because of the light. I just wanted to write about tonight…but I couldn’t. It might not have been the light bulb’s fault, but it was the only thing I wanted to blame. I just wanted to come back to you, but that damn light bulb wouldn’t let me. It just wouldn’t let me.
You use a bulb in a light. It’s what makes the light shine. It’s the outer shell that contains the light source which is not the bulb itself but the carrier or compartment, if you will. Bulbs are manglers, they’re awesome. I love bulbs and they love me. Bulbs are so cool. They’re driven though.