It was a hot summer night. The air was heavy with the humidity. It should have a miserable time. Except for one thing. The glowing. The flickering. The dancing lights of the fireflies.
Taylor
Those birds. They keep glowing- I’m not really sure why. Probably because of all the phosphorescence in the cave. Spelunking is awesome- among other things, you get to see glowing birds. And awesome rock formations- stalagmites and stalactites. I’m never really sure which one is which though- why they named similar objects such similar names is completely behind my comprehension. Really though- spelunking is cool.
when i think about glowing i think about your smile and i don’t know who you are but i can just picture, it your beautiful glowing smile when something good has happened and your eyes how they crinkle and i know it sounds stupid but really it’s true, i mean these cliches must happen for a reason. glowing reminds me of a summer day when the clouds are gone and it’s just me and some watermelon and harry potter sitting in the sun and it’s beautiful.
maia
The sunset was glowing. I think it was because I just answered the most important question that I would ever hear from him. He said it softly without expecting an answer. But, with one short word, I changed our lives forever. And I have no regrets. Yes, it was glowing. That’s how I remember it.
srahitz
I find it strange — the fish glowing in the pond across the Inn. We walked by, hand in hand, talking about things the world has yet to discover, yet all you could comment about were the goldfish. I commented about the palomino I used to fish for as a child. You shrugged, you were always indifferent about those stories.
Allie Troxell
the sun was glowing, given the illusion of a warm and sunny day. It was actually freezing, despite the efforts of the golden skyline. I sat, hands wrapped is the wrists of my jumper.
Lisa
The lights cast a shine over all the exposed spines. Dust mites dance and dont respect the pages of ink and words and words words words in my library. The elements have no shame, showing their power over the volumes but I dont care, I sit there and I read read read.
a bright flourescent globe transcended upon the wide eyed children. Had they been aware of the importance of this moment their hearts would have faltered, but as it was the pulsating glowing bulb slo
Monica
fireflies. discoballs. the moon. the sun. stars. glitter. water. glowsticks. the
amber
and when i see those eyes. that smile. i think: man that boy is glowing. with what? you ask. love. and hope. and inspiration. and i know with my whole heart that i want to glow with him just like a warm lantern on a summer night. man, that boy is glowing.
Gabby Villalpando
illumination. Dark hallways being brought into light. What was once unknown is now known. Lasting light, lasting knowledge.
kelly regan
Your skin was an unbelievable thing. I loved its feel and its warmth. Most of all, I loved what was under it. Your heart was gold. Your eyes were deeper than the deepest things-I can’t think of any right now. All I know now Is that I love you more than the sun.
Miki
Bert and I took turns keeping watch. He hadn’t slept in three days and I was barely keeping sane with two. Being sleep-deprived is like coming down from an acid trip – even though your serene, you can’t quite stop tripping balls. There were times that I swore I saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the hazy darkness and raised my gun thinking the ravenous Barney had found us; but often it turned out to be distant stars filtering in through the mangled boughs that concealed us.
its’ her smile
it sits there, brightens up the room
lights it up when it’s dark
It moves
it loves
and I
will not
let it go
I want you
and I have you
and I
will
not
let you go
I love you
Kevin McCall
glowing is not something you do when you just had sex. although that is where the word is used mostly. Oh god, you are glowing!!! Did you have sex last night/yesterday/last week/last month. Wow.
fn4eva
she was glowing. glowing with beauty as she slept there. all alone. poisoned with the worlds sins, and addictions, the worlds hate. she didn’t deserve this world.
Oh is it ever nice out i am glowing in pride what a nice day!!!…..
cady
glowing in the dark with your little light shining twinkly butt firefly blinky blink blink. eyes light up. sparkles between the eyelashes. pupils getting wider, wider, wider. everything shakes in your body when the light hits. breathe in the warm flood of light beam radiating from the sun.
What a sparkling diamond. The radiance of it is just unbelievable. I’m entranced. I’m captivated. It’s beauty pulls me in and the only question I have is; do I go? Do I go, do I stay? If I run, will I get free? I want to bask in all the glory it exemplifies.
Devon
the light is glowing o so dark and i can see the way to your heart filled with hardships and bottom feeder but you will not let them get you just me and i will save you from the worst of the all come take my hand and i will lift you into the golden state.
andrew
Billions of glowing lights dance around me. The navy blanket of God’s night sky makes them even brighter. The stars grow jealous, “if you’re not going to enjoy us, we’re leaving.” and they went out like a candle. But i was too mesmerized by the green stars that were within my grasp, wanting to play with me, wanting me to understand instead of tower above my imagination and hold themselves ancient.
I saw it glowing in the distance, like an apple with a solar-like glare casting off it’s skin. It was then that I realized that this glowing this wasn’t my friend: it was the enemy. It was Her. It was Morganna all over again. If only She could see that glaring light.
Mary
i just did this word. can i get another word? glowing. i remember he read this thing about some girl making his soul glow. is that sweet or a bit corny? i cant really tell. maybe im being cynical. glow. i want a diffferent word.
glowing growing. growing is better. glowing growing showing mowing sewing
it was glowing, that jar of light bugs. glowing so peacefully, all of them flying around in there, peaceful. That was one memory i had with my older cousin, he was always cooler but on that one summer night, he became my age again and we caught light bugs.
The candle was glowing in the corner of the room. She opened the door and saw him sitting there in his chair. He was reading the newspaper by candlelight. How cliche, she though. And yet, she loved it. She slowly sauntered over to him and he looked up at her and smiled.
Brigitte
Her eyes were glowing as she looked at him, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. It was strange, he thought. She has no reason for glowing eyes when she looks at me. I’ve done nothing. I’ve kept my distance, never encouraged her, and still, she loves me.
Jensen squatted down to look at the bones, his mind racing. How in hell could they be this decomposed at this location and no one having ever noticed them? With his index finger he moved the skull to one side and noticed a bright green glowing shape pulsing in the soil.
Your face is glowing like the sun in the eastern waters. I love seeing you smile as if the the sky were all mine. I belong to you, you belong to me. And it is worth more than any shiny thing this world could offer.
Kai
his face was glowing when he saw it, when he saw what I had gotten him, i finally did it, got him something right. Glowing that would stay in my mind forever the glowing memory of his glowing face, it was all worth it, the effort and trouble.
kendra
glow glow glow glow
glow glow glowing gl
ow
i
n
g
-e.e. cummings
jimbeezlebub
When we were growing up, my sister was the one who played with barbie dolls. She had this one golden mini dress my grandmother had made for our mother’s barbies. It was so pretty. She had even sewed in a zipper in the back for easy dressing.
He was glowing like an asian with half a beer in his gut. The asian glow. The quick, easily-referenced glow. The racist kind. He realized no one was paying attention to the fecal facial expression he was wearing as he thought of this.
i’m glowing when im in love which is usually all the time. but right now i miss my love, he’s 2,000 miles away.
life is love. i saw that on a sign in paris, and its the truth.
glowing is love and love is life. so live life glowing.
Katie Johnston
star
moon
eyes
the sky is glowing
your face is glowing
candle light
glitter
glittering shimmer
lina
Glowing stars in the sky make me lonely
Lonely glows in the streets make me scared
Sometimes I’ll glow in the dark. :D
Sometimes my blood glows, and I can see beyond the walls
Some fishes glow, but they’re blood is dark.
Mary
a life without warmth, now that is sadness. come away with me and see a new thing. take off the masks, the lenses you hide behind. dance in moonlight; kick off those shoes. see a new thing. witness the glow.
her skin shone, her shoes shown and so did her hair. Glowing is one of those words that can describe anything from coals to a personality. I love the idea of a glowing ember and a child glowing like a neon sign because someone said something nice.
donna
This is not what I am. My skin is pale and transparent. Like the walls around me. Everyone can see right through. Down to the part of me that should be glowing. It’s only a dim light now.
It was a hot summer night. The air was heavy with the humidity. It should have a miserable time. Except for one thing. The glowing. The flickering. The dancing lights of the fireflies.
Those birds. They keep glowing- I’m not really sure why. Probably because of all the phosphorescence in the cave. Spelunking is awesome- among other things, you get to see glowing birds. And awesome rock formations- stalagmites and stalactites. I’m never really sure which one is which though- why they named similar objects such similar names is completely behind my comprehension. Really though- spelunking is cool.
when i think about glowing i think about your smile and i don’t know who you are but i can just picture, it your beautiful glowing smile when something good has happened and your eyes how they crinkle and i know it sounds stupid but really it’s true, i mean these cliches must happen for a reason. glowing reminds me of a summer day when the clouds are gone and it’s just me and some watermelon and harry potter sitting in the sun and it’s beautiful.
The sunset was glowing. I think it was because I just answered the most important question that I would ever hear from him. He said it softly without expecting an answer. But, with one short word, I changed our lives forever. And I have no regrets. Yes, it was glowing. That’s how I remember it.
I find it strange — the fish glowing in the pond across the Inn. We walked by, hand in hand, talking about things the world has yet to discover, yet all you could comment about were the goldfish. I commented about the palomino I used to fish for as a child. You shrugged, you were always indifferent about those stories.
the sun was glowing, given the illusion of a warm and sunny day. It was actually freezing, despite the efforts of the golden skyline. I sat, hands wrapped is the wrists of my jumper.
The lights cast a shine over all the exposed spines. Dust mites dance and dont respect the pages of ink and words and words words words in my library. The elements have no shame, showing their power over the volumes but I dont care, I sit there and I read read read.
IS GOOD PROGRAMMING PRACTICE AND ERP SYSTEM
a bright flourescent globe transcended upon the wide eyed children. Had they been aware of the importance of this moment their hearts would have faltered, but as it was the pulsating glowing bulb slo
fireflies. discoballs. the moon. the sun. stars. glitter. water. glowsticks. the
and when i see those eyes. that smile. i think: man that boy is glowing. with what? you ask. love. and hope. and inspiration. and i know with my whole heart that i want to glow with him just like a warm lantern on a summer night. man, that boy is glowing.
illumination. Dark hallways being brought into light. What was once unknown is now known. Lasting light, lasting knowledge.
Your skin was an unbelievable thing. I loved its feel and its warmth. Most of all, I loved what was under it. Your heart was gold. Your eyes were deeper than the deepest things-I can’t think of any right now. All I know now Is that I love you more than the sun.
Bert and I took turns keeping watch. He hadn’t slept in three days and I was barely keeping sane with two. Being sleep-deprived is like coming down from an acid trip – even though your serene, you can’t quite stop tripping balls. There were times that I swore I saw a pair of glowing yellow eyes in the hazy darkness and raised my gun thinking the ravenous Barney had found us; but often it turned out to be distant stars filtering in through the mangled boughs that concealed us.
its’ her smile
it sits there, brightens up the room
lights it up when it’s dark
It moves
it loves
and I
will not
let it go
I want you
and I have you
and I
will
not
let you go
I love you
glowing is not something you do when you just had sex. although that is where the word is used mostly. Oh god, you are glowing!!! Did you have sex last night/yesterday/last week/last month. Wow.
she was glowing. glowing with beauty as she slept there. all alone. poisoned with the worlds sins, and addictions, the worlds hate. she didn’t deserve this world.
Oh is it ever nice out i am glowing in pride what a nice day!!!…..
glowing in the dark with your little light shining twinkly butt firefly blinky blink blink. eyes light up. sparkles between the eyelashes. pupils getting wider, wider, wider. everything shakes in your body when the light hits. breathe in the warm flood of light beam radiating from the sun.
What a sparkling diamond. The radiance of it is just unbelievable. I’m entranced. I’m captivated. It’s beauty pulls me in and the only question I have is; do I go? Do I go, do I stay? If I run, will I get free? I want to bask in all the glory it exemplifies.
the light is glowing o so dark and i can see the way to your heart filled with hardships and bottom feeder but you will not let them get you just me and i will save you from the worst of the all come take my hand and i will lift you into the golden state.
Billions of glowing lights dance around me. The navy blanket of God’s night sky makes them even brighter. The stars grow jealous, “if you’re not going to enjoy us, we’re leaving.” and they went out like a candle. But i was too mesmerized by the green stars that were within my grasp, wanting to play with me, wanting me to understand instead of tower above my imagination and hold themselves ancient.
I saw it glowing in the distance, like an apple with a solar-like glare casting off it’s skin. It was then that I realized that this glowing this wasn’t my friend: it was the enemy. It was Her. It was Morganna all over again. If only She could see that glaring light.
i just did this word. can i get another word? glowing. i remember he read this thing about some girl making his soul glow. is that sweet or a bit corny? i cant really tell. maybe im being cynical. glow. i want a diffferent word.
glowing growing. growing is better. glowing growing showing mowing sewing
it was glowing, that jar of light bugs. glowing so peacefully, all of them flying around in there, peaceful. That was one memory i had with my older cousin, he was always cooler but on that one summer night, he became my age again and we caught light bugs.
The candle was glowing in the corner of the room. She opened the door and saw him sitting there in his chair. He was reading the newspaper by candlelight. How cliche, she though. And yet, she loved it. She slowly sauntered over to him and he looked up at her and smiled.
Her eyes were glowing as she looked at him, and he didn’t like it, not one bit. It was strange, he thought. She has no reason for glowing eyes when she looks at me. I’ve done nothing. I’ve kept my distance, never encouraged her, and still, she loves me.
Jensen squatted down to look at the bones, his mind racing. How in hell could they be this decomposed at this location and no one having ever noticed them? With his index finger he moved the skull to one side and noticed a bright green glowing shape pulsing in the soil.
Your face is glowing like the sun in the eastern waters. I love seeing you smile as if the the sky were all mine. I belong to you, you belong to me. And it is worth more than any shiny thing this world could offer.
his face was glowing when he saw it, when he saw what I had gotten him, i finally did it, got him something right. Glowing that would stay in my mind forever the glowing memory of his glowing face, it was all worth it, the effort and trouble.
glow glow glow glow
glow glow glowing gl
ow
i
n
g
-e.e. cummings
When we were growing up, my sister was the one who played with barbie dolls. She had this one golden mini dress my grandmother had made for our mother’s barbies. It was so pretty. She had even sewed in a zipper in the back for easy dressing.
I miss gramma :(
He was glowing like an asian with half a beer in his gut. The asian glow. The quick, easily-referenced glow. The racist kind. He realized no one was paying attention to the fecal facial expression he was wearing as he thought of this.
You look marvelous. You’re absolutely glowing!
i’m glowing when im in love which is usually all the time. but right now i miss my love, he’s 2,000 miles away.
life is love. i saw that on a sign in paris, and its the truth.
glowing is love and love is life. so live life glowing.
star
moon
eyes
the sky is glowing
your face is glowing
candle light
glitter
glittering shimmer
Glowing stars in the sky make me lonely
Lonely glows in the streets make me scared
Sometimes I’ll glow in the dark. :D
Sometimes my blood glows, and I can see beyond the walls
Some fishes glow, but they’re blood is dark.
a life without warmth, now that is sadness. come away with me and see a new thing. take off the masks, the lenses you hide behind. dance in moonlight; kick off those shoes. see a new thing. witness the glow.
her skin shone, her shoes shown and so did her hair. Glowing is one of those words that can describe anything from coals to a personality. I love the idea of a glowing ember and a child glowing like a neon sign because someone said something nice.
This is not what I am. My skin is pale and transparent. Like the walls around me. Everyone can see right through. Down to the part of me that should be glowing. It’s only a dim light now.