Some lights are fluorescent, but I really enjoy the sun. The sun can be fluorescent as well. You can tan from it, but it could be bad for your skin. Some crayons are fluorescent as well.
shannon
As the fluorescent lights blind my soul into the hunger for this all to end, I find my self staring back at my computer in front of my desk.
joshua sepulveda
i don’t like fluorescent lights. but fluorescent lights are the most energy-conserving type of lights. but it feels like it’s still daytime when the lights are on.
kaorita
what color? how bright ?
shades?
80’s yellow = pink = orange
the color of my pin – the color of my life
katrin
light green shiny signs over casinos and hotels in las vegas and on strip clubs with strippers dancing covered in glow sticks that break and get all over them and then they lick it off each other and then they die because it was poison but its ok because their tongues were green
Will Moran
fluorescent is spelled stupid. it reminds me of fluid. i don’t want to pronounce it the way i know i am supposed to. i want to pronounce fluorescent as floo-oh-ress-ent. now this is bothering me, and my shift key is broken and i’m angry.
hazel
The brightness part of an office day
lingering on the ceiling
darkness offerers
eyes adjust
feeling used
repetitive.
helpless
repeat
fluorescent.
Bridget
The fluorescent light bulb blinked. Once, twice, three times. Again and again. The mood in the apartment was completely altered from this small bulb. During the day it looked lovely and pristine, but when you’re laying in bed reading with only that as a light the flickering becomes quite a pain.
Maxy
When you ignite
You fill the room
And my eyes with colors
And my heart with joy
So even when you can’t sing
Or dance
Or write
Or love me back
Please
Never stop
Smiling.
fluorescent lights flickered overhead in the dingy bathroom as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. the bathroom was filthy, and the sink was dripping, leaving a yellow line down the sink. she dug in her purse and found her favorite lipstick. it left her lips bright red.
jen
it takes days to figure out how i really feel about everything i’m really feeling. sometimes i cant trust who i am or what i am. i feel like a monster. i don;t know whats wrong with .. maybe he can fix that. maybe.
Ashtyn Erwin
It was bright, the light lit up her body as the glare kissed my skin. Red, green, Blue flashing through my mind as the sweet scent of her body drew me in. Fire works erupted and each fluorescent color made me feel that much more alive. I knew that tonight meant something more then just sex. Tonight was special. And it always would be.
Michelle
Why did the lights have to be so bright at the restaurant? I could see my food just fine with a normal lightbulb, so why did they insist on blinding me with this fluorescent one hanging three inches from my face? I could probably see better if it wasn’t there, because then I wouldn’t be blind. So what was the point in putting it there?
I considered bringing a roll of duct tape next time and just taping it up so that I could actually see. What would the restaurant do? It would be their fault anyway; they would force me to do it.
ArcticDragon
the fluorescent sound of your voice will always be stuck in my mind
the brilliant unique sound of each word that comes from your mouth
like heaven but in word
like comfort but softer
the more you speak the more i fall in to your love
katemcsprack
the stars are our lightbulbs tonight as i strip off your heroine splashed dress. i am in love with your porcelaine fluorescent skin and the rushes we will share.
a beaming phosphorescence filled the room. my eyes, blinded, turned away as quickly as they cool. there she stood, wearing nothing but her smile, ready to
The middle school’s fluorescent lights revealing all the young girls’ dried foundation flecks and smudgy eyeliner, picking out all imperfections to showcase. Middle school is a sad half-way point. I sure am glad I’ve moved on to high school.
Flickering of the bulbs hum into oblivion. Buzz, buzz, buzz echoing the sound of a thousand trapped flies, caught between the bulbs hovering over us. How badly I wanted to reach up and pull the cord, the plug, not just of the light. But everything.
Poe
Fluorescent bulbs burn my eyes…. day in and day out. I love the moment when I step outside and feel “real” light on my face.
Flourescent lighting has always annoyed me. The constant flickering. The bright whiteness of it. Worse still when you are hungover. I used to come into work hungover and I would turn off all the lights except for a string of christmas lights.
Max
I am the light. Being fluorescent in nature grants me access to unseen realms of imagination. You can’t photo light, so there are no pictures of me.
Don Patterson
Lights flashing. Headaches tears. Mascara running. The boy left her in the club, so much for true love.
FoxxieLikes
the flourecent light flickered in the dark night. The cars passed through the streats. life had no meaning at all. i just kept walking
Francisca Olivares
A light flickering, headache worthy. Reminds me of school. a buzzing noise. dead flies caught between the light shades. Sitting there, praying for the light to suddenly. go. out.
Poe
There’s an unsettling
and unnatural fluorescent that has
Settled in the vegetable garden
The carrots and tomatoes
Gleam toothy grins and glazy eyes
Eat me.
The colors fluoresed above the city skyline. They weaved and ebed throughout the clouds. Their beauty transendent of the surronding city and sky. I screamed out of frustration that the colors could never be manipulated by man. No one could ever make such beauty on purpose.
Becky
The lights flickered as he walked down the hallway to the lab. “wow, that sure is one big storm” he thought, glancing up uneasily. He opened the door and gasped at the sight that met his eyes.
The creature had escaped its cage, and the window was broken, meaning that it was out there somewhere, in a world where it wasn’t even supposed to exist.
“Oh no….”
Abigail S.
i detest fluorescent lighting. it turns everything jaundiced with it’s ethereal, unnatural glow. it pops and hisses, and makes you feel like a moth caught in a bug zapper, and never apologizes for itself.
mallory
The fluorescent light blinded my eyes, as I walked inside the room. In front of me there’s lying a small girl, her lifeless hazel eyes gazed heavenward.
Kusanagi
VW bugs are obnoxious vehicles, my old math tutor used to own one, her name was Megan, she was in school to become a lawyer but decided that she liked teaching better but then somehow ended up in a job with security systems and whatnot, i haven’t heard or seen from her in a while now, i kind of miss, her. Math is a Bitch.
Sabrina R. Bianchi
The girl jumped into the water. Some sort of plankton erupted around her. It glowed and sparkled like glitter or magic from a wand. Her entire body was glowing in the water.
The lights flickered on in the abandoned freezer… The stink of rotten meat came from the walls, flies came from the vents and the slithering of unseen maggots was deafening. A cold fog covered the cement floor. The ghosts of countless animals slaughtered in the locker shrieked at once and the lights went out.
The fluorescent lights were all wrong as we ran beneath them in the empty streets. We were friends, but not really. Tearing at the seams that connected us, but none of us knew yet. We raced back and forth and I won, but I never really won. I touched the street lamp first, I was the first to be exiled. One day I had friends, the next I had been abandoned. I tried to permeate the borders they immediately built between us, but what once seemed easy soon proved to have been impossible from the start. My efforts were shut down and ended in humiliation, and I realized too late that sometimes you try in vain.
Light brights as a child were so mysterious, amazing, and fun. I can remember the darklit rooms and the giant grins on my face and the faces of friends. Light bright is alright.
Jake Crossley
its glowing,. glowing and glowing and glowing. And beautiful. The sky is flourescent, and brides when they’re just married. Shining with happiness. You can be flourescent with pain too.. its true. when your shinign because the tears are running down your face and youre shining because youre broken and your body cant take the pain and so it comes out through your pores and your tears, and your sadness makes you flourescent.
Grazie
Light, radiant beam of light, cascades through the bright.
He looked up and saw the light, nothing more than the brightness. And when he looked down, across the aisle he saw her, illuminated and vulnerable. Whitened and confused, she was only looking for cereal, and found dead cold boxes of crunchy death. This was the supermarket.
Some lights are fluorescent, but I really enjoy the sun. The sun can be fluorescent as well. You can tan from it, but it could be bad for your skin. Some crayons are fluorescent as well.
As the fluorescent lights blind my soul into the hunger for this all to end, I find my self staring back at my computer in front of my desk.
i don’t like fluorescent lights. but fluorescent lights are the most energy-conserving type of lights. but it feels like it’s still daytime when the lights are on.
what color? how bright ?
shades?
80’s yellow = pink = orange
the color of my pin – the color of my life
light green shiny signs over casinos and hotels in las vegas and on strip clubs with strippers dancing covered in glow sticks that break and get all over them and then they lick it off each other and then they die because it was poison but its ok because their tongues were green
fluorescent is spelled stupid. it reminds me of fluid. i don’t want to pronounce it the way i know i am supposed to. i want to pronounce fluorescent as floo-oh-ress-ent. now this is bothering me, and my shift key is broken and i’m angry.
The brightness part of an office day
lingering on the ceiling
darkness offerers
eyes adjust
feeling used
repetitive.
helpless
repeat
fluorescent.
The fluorescent light bulb blinked. Once, twice, three times. Again and again. The mood in the apartment was completely altered from this small bulb. During the day it looked lovely and pristine, but when you’re laying in bed reading with only that as a light the flickering becomes quite a pain.
When you ignite
You fill the room
And my eyes with colors
And my heart with joy
So even when you can’t sing
Or dance
Or write
Or love me back
Please
Never stop
Smiling.
fluorescent lights flickered overhead in the dingy bathroom as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. the bathroom was filthy, and the sink was dripping, leaving a yellow line down the sink. she dug in her purse and found her favorite lipstick. it left her lips bright red.
it takes days to figure out how i really feel about everything i’m really feeling. sometimes i cant trust who i am or what i am. i feel like a monster. i don;t know whats wrong with .. maybe he can fix that. maybe.
It was bright, the light lit up her body as the glare kissed my skin. Red, green, Blue flashing through my mind as the sweet scent of her body drew me in. Fire works erupted and each fluorescent color made me feel that much more alive. I knew that tonight meant something more then just sex. Tonight was special. And it always would be.
Why did the lights have to be so bright at the restaurant? I could see my food just fine with a normal lightbulb, so why did they insist on blinding me with this fluorescent one hanging three inches from my face? I could probably see better if it wasn’t there, because then I wouldn’t be blind. So what was the point in putting it there?
I considered bringing a roll of duct tape next time and just taping it up so that I could actually see. What would the restaurant do? It would be their fault anyway; they would force me to do it.
the fluorescent sound of your voice will always be stuck in my mind
the brilliant unique sound of each word that comes from your mouth
like heaven but in word
like comfort but softer
the more you speak the more i fall in to your love
the stars are our lightbulbs tonight as i strip off your heroine splashed dress. i am in love with your porcelaine fluorescent skin and the rushes we will share.
a beaming phosphorescence filled the room. my eyes, blinded, turned away as quickly as they cool. there she stood, wearing nothing but her smile, ready to
The lights in the school dimly lit the halls. Each door closed. The people in the hall appeared motionless. He was unaware if they were alive or dead.
She lie on her back, and stare into harsh white light & think that her heart’s not right.
The middle school’s fluorescent lights revealing all the young girls’ dried foundation flecks and smudgy eyeliner, picking out all imperfections to showcase. Middle school is a sad half-way point. I sure am glad I’ve moved on to high school.
Flickering of the bulbs hum into oblivion. Buzz, buzz, buzz echoing the sound of a thousand trapped flies, caught between the bulbs hovering over us. How badly I wanted to reach up and pull the cord, the plug, not just of the light. But everything.
Fluorescent bulbs burn my eyes…. day in and day out. I love the moment when I step outside and feel “real” light on my face.
Lights that hurt your eyes. The fake ones, not quite the same as tungsten lamps, or natural lights.
Flourescent lighting has always annoyed me. The constant flickering. The bright whiteness of it. Worse still when you are hungover. I used to come into work hungover and I would turn off all the lights except for a string of christmas lights.
I am the light. Being fluorescent in nature grants me access to unseen realms of imagination. You can’t photo light, so there are no pictures of me.
Lights flashing. Headaches tears. Mascara running. The boy left her in the club, so much for true love.
the flourecent light flickered in the dark night. The cars passed through the streats. life had no meaning at all. i just kept walking
A light flickering, headache worthy. Reminds me of school. a buzzing noise. dead flies caught between the light shades. Sitting there, praying for the light to suddenly. go. out.
There’s an unsettling
and unnatural fluorescent that has
Settled in the vegetable garden
The carrots and tomatoes
Gleam toothy grins and glazy eyes
Eat me.
The colors fluoresed above the city skyline. They weaved and ebed throughout the clouds. Their beauty transendent of the surronding city and sky. I screamed out of frustration that the colors could never be manipulated by man. No one could ever make such beauty on purpose.
The lights flickered as he walked down the hallway to the lab. “wow, that sure is one big storm” he thought, glancing up uneasily. He opened the door and gasped at the sight that met his eyes.
The creature had escaped its cage, and the window was broken, meaning that it was out there somewhere, in a world where it wasn’t even supposed to exist.
“Oh no….”
i detest fluorescent lighting. it turns everything jaundiced with it’s ethereal, unnatural glow. it pops and hisses, and makes you feel like a moth caught in a bug zapper, and never apologizes for itself.
The fluorescent light blinded my eyes, as I walked inside the room. In front of me there’s lying a small girl, her lifeless hazel eyes gazed heavenward.
VW bugs are obnoxious vehicles, my old math tutor used to own one, her name was Megan, she was in school to become a lawyer but decided that she liked teaching better but then somehow ended up in a job with security systems and whatnot, i haven’t heard or seen from her in a while now, i kind of miss, her. Math is a Bitch.
The girl jumped into the water. Some sort of plankton erupted around her. It glowed and sparkled like glitter or magic from a wand. Her entire body was glowing in the water.
The lights flickered on in the abandoned freezer… The stink of rotten meat came from the walls, flies came from the vents and the slithering of unseen maggots was deafening. A cold fog covered the cement floor. The ghosts of countless animals slaughtered in the locker shrieked at once and the lights went out.
The fluorescent lights were all wrong as we ran beneath them in the empty streets. We were friends, but not really. Tearing at the seams that connected us, but none of us knew yet. We raced back and forth and I won, but I never really won. I touched the street lamp first, I was the first to be exiled. One day I had friends, the next I had been abandoned. I tried to permeate the borders they immediately built between us, but what once seemed easy soon proved to have been impossible from the start. My efforts were shut down and ended in humiliation, and I realized too late that sometimes you try in vain.
Light brights as a child were so mysterious, amazing, and fun. I can remember the darklit rooms and the giant grins on my face and the faces of friends. Light bright is alright.
its glowing,. glowing and glowing and glowing. And beautiful. The sky is flourescent, and brides when they’re just married. Shining with happiness. You can be flourescent with pain too.. its true. when your shinign because the tears are running down your face and youre shining because youre broken and your body cant take the pain and so it comes out through your pores and your tears, and your sadness makes you flourescent.
Light, radiant beam of light, cascades through the bright.
He looked up and saw the light, nothing more than the brightness. And when he looked down, across the aisle he saw her, illuminated and vulnerable. Whitened and confused, she was only looking for cereal, and found dead cold boxes of crunchy death. This was the supermarket.