I dream of a star glimmering. Just like everyone, they should shine… bight not just faintly. Brightly.
Joline Torres
There she sat, pristine and motionless on the balcony as the sun faded into the evening dusk. Her eyes focused on an infantisimal point on the horizon. The fading rays doing what they did best. She was glimmering.
In evening dusk, when the sun says goodbye, there she sat. Doing what she did best. Glimmering.
Andreo Bongco
Twenty-four hours gone and he couldn’t shine brighter. A shot. A single shot made him the happiest person in the world.
One month and a few shots more and the feeling still hadn’t left. Two months later and it only got better. Three, four, five months passed and that shine from his self was still there; he knew there was no other way things could have been.
He used to be she, then she started using T — the transition to something that was more than in pronoun.
It was a ruse. You see, she was all a-glimmer: jewels and heels and purses and straightened hair and a little dress that sparkled like her smile used to. Where’d she gone?
Although, I guess he was too: Gone and glimmering. It was the way he wore the blazer and rich jeans and then, when something meaningless happened, he shouted.
Pretty, pretty. the glimmery glimmery-ness of the sparkly glimmering sparkles. Make my day, yo, yo. Meow. YEAH~!
Denver
There was not a glimmer of hope that Edge would achieve his dream of drinking the entire contents of lake Michigan through a didjeridoo. First, he lived in Toledo with his mother and didn’t have a car, second, he didn’t own a didjeridoo, but third and most obviously, the holes from multiple cheek piercings made it impossible for him to use a straw.
They say that there’s always going to be a glimmer of hope. But I never see it. I feel lost; like I’m in the middle of some crazy maze, and every single time I reach out to touch the walls, I’ll get shocked back. I’m in a hole. I’m stuck. I’m crying and I want to get out. He’s the only one there for me anymore, and he’s leaving me someday. I know it. I can’t find that glimmer of hope. Whoever said that to me – I hope you die.
Shining in the basking light these was these little specks of dust. They grew so violently, so extravagantly, until I blew it all up. I ended the shine, the mast, it broke. And the glimmer shined no more. It was lost, forgotten, a glimpse in my eye. Forever gone. Forever lost.
the glimmer in her eyes lit up the night skies. I was entranced and I fell head first in to the beautiful abyss that I call her arms. They wrapped around me like butterflies and held me there for what I wished had been eternity. My eyes softly cried for the beauty of the moment at hand.
Kassy Adams
Once I glimmered in your eyes and once I shimmered in your love/hatred glaze. And once I made you shiver. And then you made me quiver. And then again you made me cry. I wanted to reach for you. Again again again. Instead I feel for a stand in. And ache for you in ways I no longer understand. You’ll never fill the empty shoes next to my bed. But neither does the guy in my bed.
Amy
there is no glimmer in tonight’s situation. Only the dread which no doubt will lend itself for months to come. Stitches hold together the body I’ve been working on since June.
And then there is a monster who swallows the swimmer
Under the afternoon sun, as it dimmers
and no one saw
Alec
this is what happens when you sail between here and there. because its not so easy to find that look in her eye in the ocean. that look means yes and the ocean means questions and yes there are questions so find me a river that swims with silver fish and i will tell you a lie that will make you shine. now laugh. and tilt your head to the side.
sydney
your saliva. beats down. wholesome. i look past you, your still there. prance.
There was a faint glimmer in her eye as she gazed out across the water. It was as if the sun dancing on the wave crests were glinting back at her, broken only by the foam that kissed the side of the boat.
glimmer shimmer…. glimmer shimmer and shine. That’s how I want my life… it’s not how my life is right now… hazy lazy is how my life is now… and I want it to change…
A glimmer in his eyes when we met. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for taking that away. I love you.
Allie
Sparkly fireworks in the sky last night.
Beads that I made bracelets with today. So pretty!
A wee bit of hope!
Vampires!
Linda
What the fuck? What was that in his eye? It wasn’t a sparkle and most definitely not a twinkle. But I guess when describing the shine and moisture of someone else’s eye a glimmer would be appropriate.
Ian
glimmer glass.
grittier glass.
give it a gleam or a
sharp reality.
Damn the last time I thought of it it was her eyes
sparkling in dim soft blue light
Mitch
light shinning star idea hope beginning optomistic thought beginning
lulu
A glimmer of hope in the eyes of darkness. Just a spark of light to know we’re alright. That’s all I needed. Just a sign that you still cared. You still loved me.
Nishat Tasnim
glimmer of hope appeared in the darkness. I continued to push, to try and escape from this hellhole. With each push, the pain in my arms grew worse but I couldn’t give in. So many people had given their lives so I could share my story with the world and expose the truth
CRaig
Everything around me is utter darkness. Feeling around me, there is nothing, just the ground I stand upon. I run for miles in a direction. Who knows where? I keep going in circles, I’m sure of it. But I keep going, not knowing my way and maybe soon I will see light in the distance. Maybe I’ll see a glimmer of hope, of what was and what will be. Maybe.
I thought I knew better.
That I wouldn’t be fooled again
By something so simple.
But all it takes is a glance
To see the glimmer
And I’m falling
Gone again.
I had a glimmer of hope that this would work. That this time she would listen and stop harming herself. The glimmer faded quickly as she entered the room and saw us waiting for her. She frowned, skimmed the room until her eyes found me and glowered. This wouldn’t be the way it ended, either.
glimmer is something like shine.it give something special to your clothing which is mostly chosen by girls so that they could be very attractive.glimmer mostly partners with shine and shimmer.
jjsnage
a little light shone through the treetops, just a sparkle of moon. But it told her that the clouds had gone. She pushed through the sharp undergrowth and burst upon the field in ecstasy. the sky was a city of stars, cluttered and breathtaking.
k
as i looked on the horizon of another faltering day, the glimmer of another relationship resounded softly in my brain.
D of C
sometimes, when he looks at me, i still see that glimmer of the boy i fell in love with.
i see just how much he does love me, even with all of the shit we’ve been through.
it reminds me of how simple things used to be.
and how much i wish we could go back to then.
the sequins on her dress had a peculiar pattern that seemed to glimmer unnaturally under the glow of the streetlights. she walked with her shoulders back and her head held high. she attracted attention from people the general populous tended to avoid. She didn’t seem to mind.
Stuck in a cage,
lost in its reverie
Where I am now
Is all that I’ll ever be
Who I am now,
Is the where that I’ll only see
The grim glum glimmer
Of all that surrounds this me.
Lift that head up, dearie
That’s what you say to me
But only till I breathe the wake up!
That’s bursting in my refinery
Only then shall I plea
To release what’s causing misery.
Become all and more you shall ever be
Tremble with fear and joy and curiosity
And only then from rooftops
Shall you shout out loud with jubilee
I AM WHO I AM & WHO I AM IS ME!
Words That Entangle
The glimmering lights.
The shimmering nights.
New York, New York
in my heart you put up quite the fight.
But behind all the glitz
Are all the life like fits.
Not so much ritz, but a trail
Of real life tidbits.
The Italians, the double-jobbers
The Wallstreets, the Diamond district Robbers
The Immigrants of Purity
All fleering from lives of somber.
This is my New York.
A world filled with a forced torque.
Of constant change and quick changes.
Block by block its’ peoples contort.
Words That Entangle
The sun shined, and the water glimmered off of the pool. Soon the dew evaporated and the animals woke. It was leading up to a beautiful day and everyone couldn’t wait to eat their morning meals and get on with it. There were chores to be done, but that could wait until the late afternoon.
diana
That glimmer in your eyes isn’t there anymore. Your gaze is dull and unfocused, framed by lank strands of hair and sagging skin. As much as I try, there’s nothing for you anymore. I wish I could be something. I wish I could reach up on my tiptoes to the sky and snatch a light to bring back for you.
Sarah
It was a thread, a shimmering strand, a glimmer of hope, as they all say.
I didn’t really think it was.
Something about the reflection haunted me. I thought, perhaps, I might have been seeing things, because I’d always seen things. Sometimes when there are constants around you, a person looks to them, expects them, convinces their mind that such things are natural and necessary.
And when it changes, their world comes crashing down.
I suppose that’s why I didn’t want to believe it.
I didn’t want to think that I could be wrong or right, whichever the case was, because when I looked into the rippling pond, I didn’t see my reflection.
I caught a glimmer of something that might not have been.
a glimmer is somethin in life that is fast and rare. It is life, summed into the eyes, and is recognizable by the few who are perceptive and fortunate enough to catch it when it arrives.
There was a glimmer in his eyes and it made me smile. Our noses touched. His felt colder then mine. He kissed my lips and mine kissed his. A chill embraced us as our bodies clung together. He pulled me in closer and we
I dream of a star glimmering. Just like everyone, they should shine… bight not just faintly. Brightly.
There she sat, pristine and motionless on the balcony as the sun faded into the evening dusk. Her eyes focused on an infantisimal point on the horizon. The fading rays doing what they did best. She was glimmering.
In evening dusk, when the sun says goodbye, there she sat. Doing what she did best. Glimmering.
Twenty-four hours gone and he couldn’t shine brighter. A shot. A single shot made him the happiest person in the world.
One month and a few shots more and the feeling still hadn’t left. Two months later and it only got better. Three, four, five months passed and that shine from his self was still there; he knew there was no other way things could have been.
He used to be she, then she started using T — the transition to something that was more than in pronoun.
It was a ruse. You see, she was all a-glimmer: jewels and heels and purses and straightened hair and a little dress that sparkled like her smile used to. Where’d she gone?
Although, I guess he was too: Gone and glimmering. It was the way he wore the blazer and rich jeans and then, when something meaningless happened, he shouted.
Pretty, pretty. the glimmery glimmery-ness of the sparkly glimmering sparkles. Make my day, yo, yo. Meow. YEAH~!
There was not a glimmer of hope that Edge would achieve his dream of drinking the entire contents of lake Michigan through a didjeridoo. First, he lived in Toledo with his mother and didn’t have a car, second, he didn’t own a didjeridoo, but third and most obviously, the holes from multiple cheek piercings made it impossible for him to use a straw.
They say that there’s always going to be a glimmer of hope. But I never see it. I feel lost; like I’m in the middle of some crazy maze, and every single time I reach out to touch the walls, I’ll get shocked back. I’m in a hole. I’m stuck. I’m crying and I want to get out. He’s the only one there for me anymore, and he’s leaving me someday. I know it. I can’t find that glimmer of hope. Whoever said that to me – I hope you die.
Shining in the basking light these was these little specks of dust. They grew so violently, so extravagantly, until I blew it all up. I ended the shine, the mast, it broke. And the glimmer shined no more. It was lost, forgotten, a glimpse in my eye. Forever gone. Forever lost.
the glimmer in her eyes lit up the night skies. I was entranced and I fell head first in to the beautiful abyss that I call her arms. They wrapped around me like butterflies and held me there for what I wished had been eternity. My eyes softly cried for the beauty of the moment at hand.
Once I glimmered in your eyes and once I shimmered in your love/hatred glaze. And once I made you shiver. And then you made me quiver. And then again you made me cry. I wanted to reach for you. Again again again. Instead I feel for a stand in. And ache for you in ways I no longer understand. You’ll never fill the empty shoes next to my bed. But neither does the guy in my bed.
there is no glimmer in tonight’s situation. Only the dread which no doubt will lend itself for months to come. Stitches hold together the body I’ve been working on since June.
Shimmering sunshine glistens glimmers
And then there is a monster who swallows the swimmer
Under the afternoon sun, as it dimmers
and no one saw
this is what happens when you sail between here and there. because its not so easy to find that look in her eye in the ocean. that look means yes and the ocean means questions and yes there are questions so find me a river that swims with silver fish and i will tell you a lie that will make you shine. now laugh. and tilt your head to the side.
your saliva. beats down. wholesome. i look past you, your still there. prance.
freedom to write anything
There was a faint glimmer in her eye as she gazed out across the water. It was as if the sun dancing on the wave crests were glinting back at her, broken only by the foam that kissed the side of the boat.
glimmer shimmer…. glimmer shimmer and shine. That’s how I want my life… it’s not how my life is right now… hazy lazy is how my life is now… and I want it to change…
A glimmer in his eyes when we met. I’m sorry for hurting you. I’m sorry for taking that away. I love you.
Sparkly fireworks in the sky last night.
Beads that I made bracelets with today. So pretty!
A wee bit of hope!
Vampires!
What the fuck? What was that in his eye? It wasn’t a sparkle and most definitely not a twinkle. But I guess when describing the shine and moisture of someone else’s eye a glimmer would be appropriate.
glimmer glass.
grittier glass.
give it a gleam or a
sharp reality.
Damn the last time I thought of it it was her eyes
sparkling in dim soft blue light
light shinning star idea hope beginning optomistic thought beginning
A glimmer of hope in the eyes of darkness. Just a spark of light to know we’re alright. That’s all I needed. Just a sign that you still cared. You still loved me.
glimmer of hope appeared in the darkness. I continued to push, to try and escape from this hellhole. With each push, the pain in my arms grew worse but I couldn’t give in. So many people had given their lives so I could share my story with the world and expose the truth
Everything around me is utter darkness. Feeling around me, there is nothing, just the ground I stand upon. I run for miles in a direction. Who knows where? I keep going in circles, I’m sure of it. But I keep going, not knowing my way and maybe soon I will see light in the distance. Maybe I’ll see a glimmer of hope, of what was and what will be. Maybe.
I thought I knew better.
That I wouldn’t be fooled again
By something so simple.
But all it takes is a glance
To see the glimmer
And I’m falling
Gone again.
I had a glimmer of hope that this would work. That this time she would listen and stop harming herself. The glimmer faded quickly as she entered the room and saw us waiting for her. She frowned, skimmed the room until her eyes found me and glowered. This wouldn’t be the way it ended, either.
glimmer is something like shine.it give something special to your clothing which is mostly chosen by girls so that they could be very attractive.glimmer mostly partners with shine and shimmer.
a little light shone through the treetops, just a sparkle of moon. But it told her that the clouds had gone. She pushed through the sharp undergrowth and burst upon the field in ecstasy. the sky was a city of stars, cluttered and breathtaking.
as i looked on the horizon of another faltering day, the glimmer of another relationship resounded softly in my brain.
sometimes, when he looks at me, i still see that glimmer of the boy i fell in love with.
i see just how much he does love me, even with all of the shit we’ve been through.
it reminds me of how simple things used to be.
and how much i wish we could go back to then.
the sequins on her dress had a peculiar pattern that seemed to glimmer unnaturally under the glow of the streetlights. she walked with her shoulders back and her head held high. she attracted attention from people the general populous tended to avoid. She didn’t seem to mind.
Stuck in a cage,
lost in its reverie
Where I am now
Is all that I’ll ever be
Who I am now,
Is the where that I’ll only see
The grim glum glimmer
Of all that surrounds this me.
Lift that head up, dearie
That’s what you say to me
But only till I breathe the wake up!
That’s bursting in my refinery
Only then shall I plea
To release what’s causing misery.
Become all and more you shall ever be
Tremble with fear and joy and curiosity
And only then from rooftops
Shall you shout out loud with jubilee
I AM WHO I AM & WHO I AM IS ME!
The glimmering lights.
The shimmering nights.
New York, New York
in my heart you put up quite the fight.
But behind all the glitz
Are all the life like fits.
Not so much ritz, but a trail
Of real life tidbits.
The Italians, the double-jobbers
The Wallstreets, the Diamond district Robbers
The Immigrants of Purity
All fleering from lives of somber.
This is my New York.
A world filled with a forced torque.
Of constant change and quick changes.
Block by block its’ peoples contort.
The sun shined, and the water glimmered off of the pool. Soon the dew evaporated and the animals woke. It was leading up to a beautiful day and everyone couldn’t wait to eat their morning meals and get on with it. There were chores to be done, but that could wait until the late afternoon.
That glimmer in your eyes isn’t there anymore. Your gaze is dull and unfocused, framed by lank strands of hair and sagging skin. As much as I try, there’s nothing for you anymore. I wish I could be something. I wish I could reach up on my tiptoes to the sky and snatch a light to bring back for you.
It was a thread, a shimmering strand, a glimmer of hope, as they all say.
I didn’t really think it was.
Something about the reflection haunted me. I thought, perhaps, I might have been seeing things, because I’d always seen things. Sometimes when there are constants around you, a person looks to them, expects them, convinces their mind that such things are natural and necessary.
And when it changes, their world comes crashing down.
I suppose that’s why I didn’t want to believe it.
I didn’t want to think that I could be wrong or right, whichever the case was, because when I looked into the rippling pond, I didn’t see my reflection.
I caught a glimmer of something that might not have been.
Now I fear, it shall haunt me.
a glimmer is somethin in life that is fast and rare. It is life, summed into the eyes, and is recognizable by the few who are perceptive and fortunate enough to catch it when it arrives.
There was a glimmer in his eyes and it made me smile. Our noses touched. His felt colder then mine. He kissed my lips and mine kissed his. A chill embraced us as our bodies clung together. He pulled me in closer and we