lighting bursts out the cannon, worse
is that out of the canyon, turf
gets added to panicked dirt
gerald
rod that catches light and traps it good and tight. Won’t hurt you now. Has to find a way to light again and again. Another storm moving on to the next good spot. maybe a rod, a tree and mountain top maybe a lake. Always coming again and again in storms in summer.
lightning forms from clouds during thunderstorms. The lightning is a quick flash usually in a zig zag pattern down from the sky or across the sky. Many people go outside to watch it even though if struck it can be deadly
hailey
fire hot burning heat storm beautiful night time weather man ryan vaughan kait8 channel 8, or is it 9? no one ever knows. heat lightning. twitter. followers. facebook, unimportant. overrated. clouds. cirrus. sky airplanes first class, shitty coach stumbleupon. mall at turtle creek. 5-9. over worked under paid. is 60 seconds really not up yet? damn i don’t have anything else to write about. lighting. lightning lightning. that’s a hard word to type. i keep wanting to type lightning. well damnit i did it right that time. holy shnizz 60 seconds has to be up by now. i’m done.
Rachel Carmack
Vivid, exhilirating, frightening. Brightening the stormy dark, do I really want to see? Can you see tornadoes in the light?
When I was little, lightening used to terrify me. The booming thunder that followed was even worse. Now, I see it as energizing! It inspires awe and respect, but it means a STORM! The very best kind of natural inspiration.
Another flash of lightning stuck, accompanied by a blast of thunder so strong it seemed to shake the ground. Rain hammered through the tree leaves, hitting the wood like bullets.
I like pictures of lightning. But I could never be a stormchaser. Lightning makes me think of power, and lots of it. It reminds me of magic. When there’s lightning the ozone in the air crackles and burns… leaning out of a hotel window during a storm, the Colorado mountains and flowers below, lightning above.
bright, bruning, passion, speed, energy. Direct confrontation, but explosive. there is nothing good. Just destructive outburst. nessecary bleeding of built up energy and agression. Power power power. just seeping out, unnatural, synthetic, mechanical, but really not any of those.
Paul
The lightning struck. He looked at the window. “How could the sky be so mean to the earth?” he thought. And then he wept.
He remembered his father, his mother, his brother, fuck that. What am I talking about? These has got nothing to do with lightning.
i love lightning. mostly because it’s a freak of nature act out from the sky. it’s really entertaining and scary at the same time. i don’t mind the thunder either. both of them are sincerely awe inspiring. photos of lightning never seem to amaze me. and people who have been struck and survived are the most.
Lightning is bright and symbolizes a generation.
It’s something that some people are afraid of because it can kill you if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.
There’s reason for lightning and the way that it does what it does.
Nani
I like the thought of lightning crashing against the ground. The beauty not in the strike but in the color of the light coming off of it. It can be true, and it can hurt. It’s one of those beautiful things that nature can make, and also destroy.
Hannah
Splits the sky down the middle brighter by far than the stars splits a tree straight down the center divides it into two perfect halves to be cut into pieces which will be used for clocks and coffee tables on which doilies and dusty magazines will sit
Maggiy
A white flash appeared before my eyes. A rumble that shook the earth beneath my feet. It was raining again, in the Florida heat, as it had for the past few days on our vacation. My thoughts were interrupted as lightning flashed its mighty sword again.
Christina
Lightning used to be viewed as the Thunderbird speaking according to some Native American cultures long ago.
Mary Lou Wynegar
Lightning struck. The contents of the room became visible for only a moment. She trembled under the covers. The thunderous clap followed immediately afterwards. The tree in her front yard cracked as one of the branches split from the trunk.
It’s crackling inside of me.
I want to let it out but I know it would not be wise.
Every little thought lets out a new roar of thunder.
The lightning is begging to strike against everything that once upset me, but I must restrain it.
Angie
Flash, and no bang. The sound is absent, but the light is there. Blinding and terrifying. The herald of danger, and a danger to its own. None safe. All stunned.
CalvinA
When there’s lightning I can’t row.
When I can’t row, I usually sleep until noon.
When I sleep until noon, I miss half of the day.
When I miss half of the day, I don’t get anything done.
When I don’t get anything done, I feel like a failure.
Laying asleep on my bed; trying to fall asleep; failing as usual; tossing and turning every thirty seconds…as usual; suddenly struck by lightning; shooting straight out of bed; mind on fire; nerves supercharged; no sleep now. As usual.
The sky was breaking, disintegrating, as the lighting hit the ground with the thud of a giant’s footsteps. It cracked into pieces, like old paint, curling up and falling, raining down onto the ground, the manicured lawns of Suburbia littered with grey shards of cloud and air.
bang flash beautiful gorgeous electrifying glorious how I want to die the most beautiful thing in the sky my soul my spirit representation of myself gotta get struck benjamin button seven times voldemort
Rachel
Lighting is very beautiful up in the night sky or even during the day. There is a term called heat lighting and many people believe that it is a real thing, but in all actuality the term means there is a thunderstorm way off in the distance causing lightning, but most don’t know that. On that note lighting is a very cool thing. :)
Kaylynn
Harry potter entered the room with his lightnind bolt shaped scar itcjing..
fuck my mother..he said
just as voldemort was looking at hermiones skirt .
ines
Fast. Bright.
Many forms.
Violent, belligerent,
Yet calm, fragile.
Agile.
Cutting. Slicing. Splicing.
Tearing through night.
Sometimes he dives.
Often dances
Across the sky.
A friend of thunder,
Who he lets takes the stage.
Taylor Beard
They say getting struck by lightning is more common than getting attacked by a shark. It is also more common than a love like ours, and that, my dear, is an obvious fact. More common, but a lot less painful, than this twisted separation. But, my sweet, if I were ever reborn into this twisted life, I would want nothing more than to come across this precious, excruciating, bitter-sweet thing I have come to know as your love.
quick as…it crackles through the night sky followed by the rumble of thunder…the heavens open. I chuckled as it also made me think of Buzz Lightyear! don’t aske me why. it’s the first time Ive done this
Stella
The crack of the thunder broke through the hum of the pouring rain. Lightning silently crossed the sky a moment later, illuminating the night.
it is scary it come with thunder it brightens the sky for all to see. Lightning can be deadly and more people are struck bylightning then killled by sharks and it can be beautiful in pictures but only if your not there to get hurt.
sara
Te thing that scares me most about lightning is that you can feel it when you’re about to be struck. In the two seconds before electricity suges through your body and blows off the soles of your rubber-soled shoes, your hair will stand all over. You’ll get an immense tingling sensation. It’s almost comedic.
I’ve heard you shouldn’t hide under trees or other hight objects when lightening strikes. but what welse are you supposed to do? I don’t care much about lightenings to be perfectly honest. There’s rather a more relevant mystery to my life in my head. I think I’m in love with him (no, not the lightning0). But I am not sure as I have never been before plus it’s unknown if we can stay together in a gloomy soon future. Fuck the uncertainty about wether the one’s you care about will be in your live within a week or not. Sounds like a toast to me! Goodnight!
i stare intently out my window. although insignificant in comparison, the tree is enveloped in beauty, simplicity, power. The lightning strikes with such elegance and grace.
purbonheur
Her eyes were strikingly gold, and her voice boomed out when she belted out her powerful lyrics. She danced, and her buzzing blonde hair was ruffled from the movement. Then, she raised her hands to reveal a lightning bolt tattoo on her stomach. No doubt, she would take the world by storm.
The sky blazed white across my vision, it blinded me.. but I couldn’t look away. There was something amazingly beautiful about the white hot lines of power running through the air, charging my skin and bones with electricity. That was the last time I ever felt alive.
Jordan
Interesting pick of a word.
It’s been storming for two days, lightning striking everywhere and releasing buckets of ice cold water into my stomach to form acidic ice to penetrate my stomach lining and cause me to panic. I won’t be over the tornado for a long time.
Lightning pierces ground, my sense of well being–
NEVERMIND, I AM DISTRACTED.
your kiss strikes as lightning does; it boils my skin and heats up my chest. The energy tingles on my lips and your wet tongue soothes them. You are kissing him instead as you close your eyes. Jealousy is my lightning strike. Jealousy.
We laid out on the dock. A gentle breeze caressed my skin. The stars were bright, but every so often the sky erupted with heat lightening. It was rapid, like machine gun fire. He whispered, “I love you.” My heart leapt.
something that happens in a storm.
lighting bursts out the cannon, worse
is that out of the canyon, turf
gets added to panicked dirt
rod that catches light and traps it good and tight. Won’t hurt you now. Has to find a way to light again and again. Another storm moving on to the next good spot. maybe a rod, a tree and mountain top maybe a lake. Always coming again and again in storms in summer.
lightning forms from clouds during thunderstorms. The lightning is a quick flash usually in a zig zag pattern down from the sky or across the sky. Many people go outside to watch it even though if struck it can be deadly
fire hot burning heat storm beautiful night time weather man ryan vaughan kait8 channel 8, or is it 9? no one ever knows. heat lightning. twitter. followers. facebook, unimportant. overrated. clouds. cirrus. sky airplanes first class, shitty coach stumbleupon. mall at turtle creek. 5-9. over worked under paid. is 60 seconds really not up yet? damn i don’t have anything else to write about. lighting. lightning lightning. that’s a hard word to type. i keep wanting to type lightning. well damnit i did it right that time. holy shnizz 60 seconds has to be up by now. i’m done.
Vivid, exhilirating, frightening. Brightening the stormy dark, do I really want to see? Can you see tornadoes in the light?
When I was little, lightening used to terrify me. The booming thunder that followed was even worse. Now, I see it as energizing! It inspires awe and respect, but it means a STORM! The very best kind of natural inspiration.
zeus, storms, thunder, clouds, strong, bright, bold, harry potter, scars, wrath, hatred, gods, intensity,
Another flash of lightning stuck, accompanied by a blast of thunder so strong it seemed to shake the ground. Rain hammered through the tree leaves, hitting the wood like bullets.
I like pictures of lightning. But I could never be a stormchaser. Lightning makes me think of power, and lots of it. It reminds me of magic. When there’s lightning the ozone in the air crackles and burns… leaning out of a hotel window during a storm, the Colorado mountains and flowers below, lightning above.
bright, bruning, passion, speed, energy. Direct confrontation, but explosive. there is nothing good. Just destructive outburst. nessecary bleeding of built up energy and agression. Power power power. just seeping out, unnatural, synthetic, mechanical, but really not any of those.
The lightning struck. He looked at the window. “How could the sky be so mean to the earth?” he thought. And then he wept.
He remembered his father, his mother, his brother, fuck that. What am I talking about? These has got nothing to do with lightning.
i love lightning. mostly because it’s a freak of nature act out from the sky. it’s really entertaining and scary at the same time. i don’t mind the thunder either. both of them are sincerely awe inspiring. photos of lightning never seem to amaze me. and people who have been struck and survived are the most.
Lightning is bright and symbolizes a generation.
It’s something that some people are afraid of because it can kill you if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time.
There’s reason for lightning and the way that it does what it does.
I like the thought of lightning crashing against the ground. The beauty not in the strike but in the color of the light coming off of it. It can be true, and it can hurt. It’s one of those beautiful things that nature can make, and also destroy.
Splits the sky down the middle brighter by far than the stars splits a tree straight down the center divides it into two perfect halves to be cut into pieces which will be used for clocks and coffee tables on which doilies and dusty magazines will sit
A white flash appeared before my eyes. A rumble that shook the earth beneath my feet. It was raining again, in the Florida heat, as it had for the past few days on our vacation. My thoughts were interrupted as lightning flashed its mighty sword again.
Lightning used to be viewed as the Thunderbird speaking according to some Native American cultures long ago.
Lightning struck. The contents of the room became visible for only a moment. She trembled under the covers. The thunderous clap followed immediately afterwards. The tree in her front yard cracked as one of the branches split from the trunk.
It’s crackling inside of me.
I want to let it out but I know it would not be wise.
Every little thought lets out a new roar of thunder.
The lightning is begging to strike against everything that once upset me, but I must restrain it.
Flash, and no bang. The sound is absent, but the light is there. Blinding and terrifying. The herald of danger, and a danger to its own. None safe. All stunned.
When there’s lightning I can’t row.
When I can’t row, I usually sleep until noon.
When I sleep until noon, I miss half of the day.
When I miss half of the day, I don’t get anything done.
When I don’t get anything done, I feel like a failure.
Thanks, Lightning.
Laying asleep on my bed; trying to fall asleep; failing as usual; tossing and turning every thirty seconds…as usual; suddenly struck by lightning; shooting straight out of bed; mind on fire; nerves supercharged; no sleep now. As usual.
The sky was breaking, disintegrating, as the lighting hit the ground with the thud of a giant’s footsteps. It cracked into pieces, like old paint, curling up and falling, raining down onto the ground, the manicured lawns of Suburbia littered with grey shards of cloud and air.
bang flash beautiful gorgeous electrifying glorious how I want to die the most beautiful thing in the sky my soul my spirit representation of myself gotta get struck benjamin button seven times voldemort
Lighting is very beautiful up in the night sky or even during the day. There is a term called heat lighting and many people believe that it is a real thing, but in all actuality the term means there is a thunderstorm way off in the distance causing lightning, but most don’t know that. On that note lighting is a very cool thing. :)
Harry potter entered the room with his lightnind bolt shaped scar itcjing..
fuck my mother..he said
just as voldemort was looking at hermiones skirt .
Fast. Bright.
Many forms.
Violent, belligerent,
Yet calm, fragile.
Agile.
Cutting. Slicing. Splicing.
Tearing through night.
Sometimes he dives.
Often dances
Across the sky.
A friend of thunder,
Who he lets takes the stage.
They say getting struck by lightning is more common than getting attacked by a shark. It is also more common than a love like ours, and that, my dear, is an obvious fact. More common, but a lot less painful, than this twisted separation. But, my sweet, if I were ever reborn into this twisted life, I would want nothing more than to come across this precious, excruciating, bitter-sweet thing I have come to know as your love.
quick as…it crackles through the night sky followed by the rumble of thunder…the heavens open. I chuckled as it also made me think of Buzz Lightyear! don’t aske me why. it’s the first time Ive done this
The crack of the thunder broke through the hum of the pouring rain. Lightning silently crossed the sky a moment later, illuminating the night.
it is scary it come with thunder it brightens the sky for all to see. Lightning can be deadly and more people are struck bylightning then killled by sharks and it can be beautiful in pictures but only if your not there to get hurt.
Te thing that scares me most about lightning is that you can feel it when you’re about to be struck. In the two seconds before electricity suges through your body and blows off the soles of your rubber-soled shoes, your hair will stand all over. You’ll get an immense tingling sensation. It’s almost comedic.
I’ve heard you shouldn’t hide under trees or other hight objects when lightening strikes. but what welse are you supposed to do? I don’t care much about lightenings to be perfectly honest. There’s rather a more relevant mystery to my life in my head. I think I’m in love with him (no, not the lightning0). But I am not sure as I have never been before plus it’s unknown if we can stay together in a gloomy soon future. Fuck the uncertainty about wether the one’s you care about will be in your live within a week or not. Sounds like a toast to me! Goodnight!
i stare intently out my window. although insignificant in comparison, the tree is enveloped in beauty, simplicity, power. The lightning strikes with such elegance and grace.
Her eyes were strikingly gold, and her voice boomed out when she belted out her powerful lyrics. She danced, and her buzzing blonde hair was ruffled from the movement. Then, she raised her hands to reveal a lightning bolt tattoo on her stomach. No doubt, she would take the world by storm.
The sky blazed white across my vision, it blinded me.. but I couldn’t look away. There was something amazingly beautiful about the white hot lines of power running through the air, charging my skin and bones with electricity. That was the last time I ever felt alive.
Interesting pick of a word.
It’s been storming for two days, lightning striking everywhere and releasing buckets of ice cold water into my stomach to form acidic ice to penetrate my stomach lining and cause me to panic. I won’t be over the tornado for a long time.
Lightning pierces ground, my sense of well being–
NEVERMIND, I AM DISTRACTED.
your kiss strikes as lightning does; it boils my skin and heats up my chest. The energy tingles on my lips and your wet tongue soothes them. You are kissing him instead as you close your eyes. Jealousy is my lightning strike. Jealousy.
We laid out on the dock. A gentle breeze caressed my skin. The stars were bright, but every so often the sky erupted with heat lightening. It was rapid, like machine gun fire. He whispered, “I love you.” My heart leapt.