its bright and scary and thunder happens after words and sometimes its really pretty. i like lightning although im scared of it. and im scared to take showers durring a storm haha
breanna
The list of reasons why I dont like lightning is endless. Maybe it is because of the pain I see in the blinding light? Maybe it is the thought of one bolt making the thick, hard ground shake…
The flashes were blinding. It was as the whole world was a deer in headlights… Only one thought ran through my head at this time. When will it be over?
The bolt struck hard and bright. A long stretch of white going all the way down to earth, it was like a magic spell was upon us. This was only the first of many storms to come…
Olivia
A flicker. A crackle. A burst of pain and death. I stood facing him alone, behind the rows of fallen. My sword heavy, my shield dragging, I knew that now was my only chance. We had spent so many lives charging the walls of this castle, and now the Emperor would die.
I’ve never liked lightning.
I’m not quite sure if I just ended up hating the storms because I pictured a strong man behind me, holding me while I shook… I’ve always loved the feeling of a man protecting me. Making me feel like I’m special while his arms shield me from all the wrong-doings of the world.
But now?
I’m not sure. After being pushed, rejected, ignored, manipulated and used by boys, I sort of feel like lightning is my friend.
My companion.
The one who represents power and strength. It takes us by surprise and strikes down in areas to unexpected it seems almost planned by Mother-Nature’s sick and perverse game.
Lightning and I become the same person, then. Because no way will I submit to the insecurities boys thrust upon me.
Watch out.
Elin MacRae
lightning blots pwer god unleashes power he is angry at me he is upset he ahs a white beard and a toga he wants revenge for death he has blue eyes he will not forgive me what is this i shouldn’t feel this way i should be happy he does forgive but i’m so scared of what could happen the future is so scary
Elizabeth Satterwhite
Lighting is brilliant energy. Bright amazing life force shot from the sky to the world below. It strikes the earth with its fury and leaves a wake of destruction.
Thom
Lightning strikes quick and cold like kitchen knives, leaving blue fires in houses and trees and fields and killing people sometimes. Lightning comes and is gone. Lightning is fast, too fast. Lightning crackles across the sky and turns it into art, but it is too wild for our buildings.
The crack of God’s own whip,
To drive the hearts of all to fear,
the thunderous rush of strength that lies,
twixt heavens raucous, falling tears.
Joel Stibbs
The sky, dark and roiling with heat let loose a cascade of arcing forks down into the valley below it. Marshall sprinted for cover, attempted to defend his body from the skies bloody strokes, thunder rolling in on his heels.
Joel Stibbs
lighting. its very powerful. it can harm someone very easily. yet, people still take photos of it and call it art. natural art? probably. i like that. very much. natural art.
Sydney Schaefer
Lightning only strikes once, isn’t that what they always say? But I know that isn’t true. There are people, I’ve read about them, who’ve been struck by lightning several times. The first time, it scrambles your brain chemistry, or the electrons or the nerves or something, and then the lightning is attracted to you, again and again, until it kills you. There must be something wrong with my brain too, because I keep letting you in, and you keep breaking my heart, over and over and over. And I know that you’re going to do it again and again until it kills me, but I can’t seem to let you go.
there was a big thunder storm in the middle of the night . no one expected lightning but it came anyway and struck a palm tree and an old asian man by the name ling. his meat shop got shut down. he had it written in his will that the meat shop would go to his daughter.
Haley
lightening struck down on the ground as he felt the world crumble around him. it wasn’t the thunder that was rocking the earth. it was the robots. it was the metal, hard, grey japanese robots that loomed above him. oh yes. they could fly. where could he go? what could he do but stand there and revel in their presence?
Lightning makes the world go round. It doesn’t hurt those who are not hurt or unbound, for life itself is wrap inside. A world of lightning to start and hide. No need to hide, this will brighten your day. To see the glimmer of lightning this way. Smile and look up. The skies are all around when lightning hits you, you may hit the ground.
Caelie Haafke
Lightning strikes quick and cold like kitchen knives, leaving blue fires in houses and trees and fields and killing people sometimes. Lightning comes and is gone. Lightning is fast. Lightning crackles across the sky and turns it into art, but it is too wild for our buildings.
Caitlin
Lightning is pretty, beautiful, magnificent; an ultimate display of God’s almighty power. Scary when I was little. Beautiful as I grew. Purple, white, beautiful, lovely, and magnificent.
Emily
Lighting is so very beautiful. Storms are my favorite thing, I sit on my front porch watching the bolts and feeling dangerous for being out in it. I try to get pictures, but it’s always too fast. Also, have you ever seen heat lightning? its wonderful.
Morgan
Lightning struck out jagged shadows across the plains, illuminating the landscape in an eerie blue glow. Joseph watched from Marble Cottage, admiring the force of nature on the lands.
hypnotize, hypnotize
cast your lighting
spill your words
fill my thoughts with insatiability
extinguish my hunger with your lust
take my hand
but leave me be
sometimes lights flash. silence in the background, but no real noise. and then things are different… but the same. all at the same time. the lightning changes you. or maybe just your outlook. the truth is, when i see the flash, i see a change.
dru lopez
lightning strikes the window pane as i fall asleep, i know this is the day that I will die. My mother had left to go bang her dead end boyfriend although i new they would both burn when we all got struck by its horrors outise
Graeme
hurts when it hits. but you wouldn’t know it because you’d be dead before it hit you. i once saw a picture in a text book of two kids. they were smiling, the sky behind them was deep blue and their hair was standing on end. the caption said this picture was taken right before lightening struck and killed these two boys and their sister who was taking the picture. i’ll never forget that picture, their smiling faces, as long as i live.
the lightning flared in the dark sticky sky casting wicked shadows, and there were the silhouettes of two people who had once been a uniform entity, now existing only in the spaces between those brilliant beams of light and the mournful boom of thunder.
Appears only under darkest days and nights. With it’s roaring presence, it shines brightly and fiercely. Unlike the sun it does not give hope nor does it nurture the life on earth. As cruel as it sounds, it still gave mankind fire. The flame of both creation and destruction.
Kevin
lightning strikes and your not here
lightning strikes, so grows the fear.
lightning strikes, why can’t I feel?
lightning strikes, is this all real?
lightning strikes, I’ve lost my will.
lightning strikes, why are you still not here?
I open mine eyes to the sound of water (two hydrogens bonded to an oxygen) tapping on the window as she lay in my arms, her breathing still that of one sleep, and as lightening whips against a tree in the front lawn, creating a horrendous disturbance, her eyes open and peer at me as her lips curl into a smile.
big bright crash of white light fantastically electrically musically and silently blasting crashing through the window of the house and through the cupboards and cups and dishes and china.
David
Lawnchairs unfolded inside a garaje–door ajar– the light and the following crackle creating a nervous anxiety within the small family of observers. The beautiful light relit the skyline, sculpted a difference between night and day that is day within night. The crackle tore through the bodies once more.
The lightning struck and she fell to the ground. She didn’t fall because of the lightning, no, it was miles away, but rather because of the amazing beauty of it. Here she sat safe from the storm, able to appreciate it’s beauty, and she was simply awestruck. “If only it was this easy to appreciate the beauty when she was in the middle of the storm.”
The beauty of a storm. The hope that comes duringnthe darkest of times. Lightning is the sole reason we see beauty in the terror the monster that rumbles or homes and pierces our ears. It’s the light that draws us to it. We are draw to it’s light and the picture it pairs with it’s light. Glowing like a thousand lightning bugs dancing in the night
Taylor Zitnik
Lighting is yellow. It reminds me of a time I was on a lake on a deck and our hair was standing on top of our heads because the static from lightning was coming through us. Scary. It also reminds me of Pikachu because Pikachu is yellow and so is lightning. And If I’m not mistaken- Pikachu has a lightning bolt on his body, right?
Amanda
for a bright flash you can see the sky’s busted seam.
strikes and the world stood still another day. we could only hope the storms would last forever at that point. to wash away all the pain. the sorrow. we had our fill of life. wed done our damage
now all we could do was hope it could all be washed away.
Cris
Lightning lights up the sky. The sound of thunder rolls in three miles away. The far off shudders of the sky say something sinister about the far removed sounds that the ordinary citizens have always been intrigued by.
Zachary Turgeon
struck my heart at the sight of your pale skin bleeding on my hardwood floor. I was in disbelief, was I relieved that your pain had ceased? Or was I concerned I could never live without you? I woke up to your eyes glazing over me, and fell asleep as I soothed your sobs.
Ruben
the lightening struck on a freezing cold night, scaring every living creature insight.
awaiting the next day…when they would feel safe again.
ellen
in a flash, it was over. the roots were torn up and the tree fell to the earth with a mighty rumble.
or did it?
nobody was around to hear.
christian
Lightning is beautiful, it can light up the sky in almost any imaginable color. I am amazed that we never see most lightning, and that it is happening all the time right above our heads. It is so fast you can never afford to ignore it. To be near lightning is to dance with death. Pure beauty!
its bright and scary and thunder happens after words and sometimes its really pretty. i like lightning although im scared of it. and im scared to take showers durring a storm haha
The list of reasons why I dont like lightning is endless. Maybe it is because of the pain I see in the blinding light? Maybe it is the thought of one bolt making the thick, hard ground shake…
The flashes were blinding. It was as the whole world was a deer in headlights… Only one thought ran through my head at this time. When will it be over?
The bolt struck hard and bright. A long stretch of white going all the way down to earth, it was like a magic spell was upon us. This was only the first of many storms to come…
A flicker. A crackle. A burst of pain and death. I stood facing him alone, behind the rows of fallen. My sword heavy, my shield dragging, I knew that now was my only chance. We had spent so many lives charging the walls of this castle, and now the Emperor would die.
I’ve never liked lightning.
I’m not quite sure if I just ended up hating the storms because I pictured a strong man behind me, holding me while I shook… I’ve always loved the feeling of a man protecting me. Making me feel like I’m special while his arms shield me from all the wrong-doings of the world.
But now?
I’m not sure. After being pushed, rejected, ignored, manipulated and used by boys, I sort of feel like lightning is my friend.
My companion.
The one who represents power and strength. It takes us by surprise and strikes down in areas to unexpected it seems almost planned by Mother-Nature’s sick and perverse game.
Lightning and I become the same person, then. Because no way will I submit to the insecurities boys thrust upon me.
Watch out.
lightning blots pwer god unleashes power he is angry at me he is upset he ahs a white beard and a toga he wants revenge for death he has blue eyes he will not forgive me what is this i shouldn’t feel this way i should be happy he does forgive but i’m so scared of what could happen the future is so scary
Lighting is brilliant energy. Bright amazing life force shot from the sky to the world below. It strikes the earth with its fury and leaves a wake of destruction.
Lightning strikes quick and cold like kitchen knives, leaving blue fires in houses and trees and fields and killing people sometimes. Lightning comes and is gone. Lightning is fast, too fast. Lightning crackles across the sky and turns it into art, but it is too wild for our buildings.
The crack of God’s own whip,
To drive the hearts of all to fear,
the thunderous rush of strength that lies,
twixt heavens raucous, falling tears.
The sky, dark and roiling with heat let loose a cascade of arcing forks down into the valley below it. Marshall sprinted for cover, attempted to defend his body from the skies bloody strokes, thunder rolling in on his heels.
lighting. its very powerful. it can harm someone very easily. yet, people still take photos of it and call it art. natural art? probably. i like that. very much. natural art.
Lightning only strikes once, isn’t that what they always say? But I know that isn’t true. There are people, I’ve read about them, who’ve been struck by lightning several times. The first time, it scrambles your brain chemistry, or the electrons or the nerves or something, and then the lightning is attracted to you, again and again, until it kills you. There must be something wrong with my brain too, because I keep letting you in, and you keep breaking my heart, over and over and over. And I know that you’re going to do it again and again until it kills me, but I can’t seem to let you go.
there was a big thunder storm in the middle of the night . no one expected lightning but it came anyway and struck a palm tree and an old asian man by the name ling. his meat shop got shut down. he had it written in his will that the meat shop would go to his daughter.
lightening struck down on the ground as he felt the world crumble around him. it wasn’t the thunder that was rocking the earth. it was the robots. it was the metal, hard, grey japanese robots that loomed above him. oh yes. they could fly. where could he go? what could he do but stand there and revel in their presence?
Lightning makes the world go round. It doesn’t hurt those who are not hurt or unbound, for life itself is wrap inside. A world of lightning to start and hide. No need to hide, this will brighten your day. To see the glimmer of lightning this way. Smile and look up. The skies are all around when lightning hits you, you may hit the ground.
Lightning strikes quick and cold like kitchen knives, leaving blue fires in houses and trees and fields and killing people sometimes. Lightning comes and is gone. Lightning is fast. Lightning crackles across the sky and turns it into art, but it is too wild for our buildings.
Lightning is pretty, beautiful, magnificent; an ultimate display of God’s almighty power. Scary when I was little. Beautiful as I grew. Purple, white, beautiful, lovely, and magnificent.
Lighting is so very beautiful. Storms are my favorite thing, I sit on my front porch watching the bolts and feeling dangerous for being out in it. I try to get pictures, but it’s always too fast. Also, have you ever seen heat lightning? its wonderful.
Lightning struck out jagged shadows across the plains, illuminating the landscape in an eerie blue glow. Joseph watched from Marble Cottage, admiring the force of nature on the lands.
hypnotize, hypnotize
cast your lighting
spill your words
fill my thoughts with insatiability
extinguish my hunger with your lust
take my hand
but leave me be
sometimes lights flash. silence in the background, but no real noise. and then things are different… but the same. all at the same time. the lightning changes you. or maybe just your outlook. the truth is, when i see the flash, i see a change.
lightning strikes the window pane as i fall asleep, i know this is the day that I will die. My mother had left to go bang her dead end boyfriend although i new they would both burn when we all got struck by its horrors outise
hurts when it hits. but you wouldn’t know it because you’d be dead before it hit you. i once saw a picture in a text book of two kids. they were smiling, the sky behind them was deep blue and their hair was standing on end. the caption said this picture was taken right before lightening struck and killed these two boys and their sister who was taking the picture. i’ll never forget that picture, their smiling faces, as long as i live.
the lightning flared in the dark sticky sky casting wicked shadows, and there were the silhouettes of two people who had once been a uniform entity, now existing only in the spaces between those brilliant beams of light and the mournful boom of thunder.
Appears only under darkest days and nights. With it’s roaring presence, it shines brightly and fiercely. Unlike the sun it does not give hope nor does it nurture the life on earth. As cruel as it sounds, it still gave mankind fire. The flame of both creation and destruction.
lightning strikes and your not here
lightning strikes, so grows the fear.
lightning strikes, why can’t I feel?
lightning strikes, is this all real?
lightning strikes, I’ve lost my will.
lightning strikes, why are you still not here?
I open mine eyes to the sound of water (two hydrogens bonded to an oxygen) tapping on the window as she lay in my arms, her breathing still that of one sleep, and as lightening whips against a tree in the front lawn, creating a horrendous disturbance, her eyes open and peer at me as her lips curl into a smile.
big bright crash of white light fantastically electrically musically and silently blasting crashing through the window of the house and through the cupboards and cups and dishes and china.
Lawnchairs unfolded inside a garaje–door ajar– the light and the following crackle creating a nervous anxiety within the small family of observers. The beautiful light relit the skyline, sculpted a difference between night and day that is day within night. The crackle tore through the bodies once more.
The lightning struck and she fell to the ground. She didn’t fall because of the lightning, no, it was miles away, but rather because of the amazing beauty of it. Here she sat safe from the storm, able to appreciate it’s beauty, and she was simply awestruck. “If only it was this easy to appreciate the beauty when she was in the middle of the storm.”
The beauty of a storm. The hope that comes duringnthe darkest of times. Lightning is the sole reason we see beauty in the terror the monster that rumbles or homes and pierces our ears. It’s the light that draws us to it. We are draw to it’s light and the picture it pairs with it’s light. Glowing like a thousand lightning bugs dancing in the night
Lighting is yellow. It reminds me of a time I was on a lake on a deck and our hair was standing on top of our heads because the static from lightning was coming through us. Scary. It also reminds me of Pikachu because Pikachu is yellow and so is lightning. And If I’m not mistaken- Pikachu has a lightning bolt on his body, right?
for a bright flash you can see the sky’s busted seam.
strikes and the world stood still another day. we could only hope the storms would last forever at that point. to wash away all the pain. the sorrow. we had our fill of life. wed done our damage
now all we could do was hope it could all be washed away.
Lightning lights up the sky. The sound of thunder rolls in three miles away. The far off shudders of the sky say something sinister about the far removed sounds that the ordinary citizens have always been intrigued by.
struck my heart at the sight of your pale skin bleeding on my hardwood floor. I was in disbelief, was I relieved that your pain had ceased? Or was I concerned I could never live without you? I woke up to your eyes glazing over me, and fell asleep as I soothed your sobs.
the lightening struck on a freezing cold night, scaring every living creature insight.
awaiting the next day…when they would feel safe again.
in a flash, it was over. the roots were torn up and the tree fell to the earth with a mighty rumble.
or did it?
nobody was around to hear.
Lightning is beautiful, it can light up the sky in almost any imaginable color. I am amazed that we never see most lightning, and that it is happening all the time right above our heads. It is so fast you can never afford to ignore it. To be near lightning is to dance with death. Pure beauty!