One day I was walking along the beach and then I saw a blinding light of a
Halley
the spotlight is on me again… and i hate it…
and i hate you, whoever is reading this!
Anonymous
spotlight
Sroka
I would hate to live life in the spotlight it would make things sooooo much harder. Although some attention would be nice. I can’t imaine living like that would be easy though. I already have enought stress
brittany
Sometimes the spotlight that we have on us comes from inside. This spotlight is brought to us from our social baggage. This baggage in turn comes from the environment that we have endeavored to immerse ourselves since we were born. Unlike most people, I don’t think it is incumbent on the individual to think about this in any great way. Just let it happen.
There are times that I think I constantly live in the view of a spotlight.
I am critiqued as a woman, as a mother, as a girlfriend and as a friend.
I always wanted to be the star… however this is so much more… it means that I am never without judgment.
I judge myself enough… does the rest of the word need to?
crunchygreenmom@gmail.com
one day a year, two if you have turkey on Christmas roasted goodness is in the spotlight.
charlotte
Shining on those who perservere who strive who achieve it is the name of those who move and act like beacons for us all. or not it could just be a little round light.
Amma
A light
Henry
the spotlight at the end of the tunnel is something some may fear, others may be too curious about it to feel fear. who knows? whats happens when we die? where do we go? what are we? where do we come from? all these questions come to mind. maybe i dont want to die?
ayla snow
i like the spotlight it is a bright light that focuses on people; i saw a spotlight in an opera. i think it’s fun to be in the spotlight but it is also tedious because it hurts my eyes after a while. spotlights are really pretty and i like to be in a spotlight.
luke skywalker
I was here.
Mimoza Shabani
I want to be under the spotlight, I want to be famous. That’s what I want to be. I want to be someone of important, recognition. I want to have the money, the looks, the charm, and most importantly the talent it takes to be famous. I want that. I want to be under the spotlight, I want to be an actress. :)
CN
The spotlight shone brightly on her face as we scrambled up the path. There was very little time, as the sun was about to rise. The ground was rough and could and I felt as if I might fall off of the precipice at any moment. We finally made it to the top, where the lighthouse stood. The sun rose, and we rose with it.
Courtney.
Standing there. Palms sweating. This is it. Take a deep breath. Go! Breathe. Just breathe. It’s going okay. Can I do it? Phew. It’s over.
My first solo experience. I didn’t faint – that was good. It felt nice to be up there and singing my heart out. Until next time that is. Just breathe.
Lisa B.
The spotlight is on and it’s glow is rather unflattering. It’s hot and magnifies imperfections. But it doesn’t matter. I’m comfortable in my own skin now and as I stand here alone on stage I’m happy
sherri
what am i writing?
Anonymous
I love being in the spotlight. Every since I was a child, the first born of course, I’ve known what it is to be the center of attention. In the spotlight as it were. There before Dinah Shore on TV singing with all of my 5 year old heart, In The USA or something like that. I’ve never gotten over the NEED to be in the spotlght. Me First! Me Too! Me :Me Me. Is the Spotlight labeled that way. Big yellow circle all around me blinding light that prevents me from seeing past the edges to those around me. Can’t even see the love or the concern or the giggles of my audience. If they can even be called that . . . but of course from inside the spotlight, that’s all I can understand. Time to step outside of it’s circle through the dark murky edges.
Patricia Harrelson
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jena d
I like this on my name above everything else and it’s bright and lights and far beams and new york and used car salesmen lots and lemons and limes and mexico and mole and zihua and tito and smiles and eric and chinese chicken and let’s all go to china for a minute why not it’s so much fun there they have pigeon nest soups! and babies that are chinese except they just call them babies.
john
The spotlight is an intoxicating thing not so much physical but more abstract. The idea that everyone would put all of their time and focus on you even for a small period of time is enough to make any individuals feel excited and important. Special. It makes you feel as though you are what’s important. Even if it is only 15 minutes of fame. However the consequences of such a bloated feeling if not let go can be disastrous.
M L M L
jam
metty
I never asked for this –
I never wanted the attention you’re giving me.
But I didn’t complain –
I kept quiet and allowed your frivolity.
I never did protest –
I never wanted to engage in a fight.
But I won’t take any more –
I’m giving up this unwatned spotlight.
Julia
I really hate it. Standing in the center with that bright blinding light making me blind but allowing everybody to see every detail of my being. I see nothing, they see everything. I feel naked.
I want them to listen to the content of my words, to the message, but all they heaar is my accent. Thirty minutes later I am finished with my presentation and invite questions. The very firt breaks my heart: “Where are you from?” They didn’t hear my message, only my voice!
Gillian
its a nice thing. its spelle spotlight, as well as written. get it? don’t? no problem, its just a spotlight.. like if i wanna head to the spotlight, and be happy, like an english christmas, giving head and. i don’t know, it’s just inbelievable that spotlights are arounde there and people don’t even notice
AdJo
it is bright and i cant see i think that i am going blind. but round the edges it is fuzzy and i can see blackness a big white spot is infinate in the middle
nitram75
orange radiant sunset sits upon my life with sparkles of dreams in motion and timeless scenes. How I long for new and young and naive at such a time of pain. but don’t look at the pain.
Tara
A spotlight shone directly into the eyes of the kangaroo: Bang! The rfile shot rang out with sudden finality.
Wildewood
I am standing in the spotlight and feel very nervous. Maybe because I am naked and everyone can see I didn’t shave my legs. Or is it, because my titties are sagging? I prefer the darkness, it enhances the beauty of my body.
Soullady
me siento en medio de una muchedumbre que me mira me observa y me siento desnuda, al descubierto, mientras que mis pensamientos cubren mi cuerpo para no sentir verg
yo y tu
The spotlight is on me. No, I mean I’m shining a mental spotlight on myself. I’ve been blinded. Or I was. And now, now I’ve decided to shield my eyes.
Deeve04
The spotlight is on you. All the time, wherever you are. What you say, do, wear are observed by those around you and influence their perception of you. Do you prepare for the spotlight? It’s on!
that’s it a spotlight!! Just what we need!
truth
Spotlight what does the word mean? I’m not sure
I like spotlights that blow up!!
One day I was walking along the beach and then I saw a blinding light of a
the spotlight is on me again… and i hate it…
and i hate you, whoever is reading this!
spotlight
I would hate to live life in the spotlight it would make things sooooo much harder. Although some attention would be nice. I can’t imaine living like that would be easy though. I already have enought stress
Sometimes the spotlight that we have on us comes from inside. This spotlight is brought to us from our social baggage. This baggage in turn comes from the environment that we have endeavored to immerse ourselves since we were born. Unlike most people, I don’t think it is incumbent on the individual to think about this in any great way. Just let it happen.
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There are times that I think I constantly live in the view of a spotlight.
I am critiqued as a woman, as a mother, as a girlfriend and as a friend.
I always wanted to be the star… however this is so much more… it means that I am never without judgment.
I judge myself enough… does the rest of the word need to?
one day a year, two if you have turkey on Christmas roasted goodness is in the spotlight.
Shining on those who perservere who strive who achieve it is the name of those who move and act like beacons for us all. or not it could just be a little round light.
A light
the spotlight at the end of the tunnel is something some may fear, others may be too curious about it to feel fear. who knows? whats happens when we die? where do we go? what are we? where do we come from? all these questions come to mind. maybe i dont want to die?
i like the spotlight it is a bright light that focuses on people; i saw a spotlight in an opera. i think it’s fun to be in the spotlight but it is also tedious because it hurts my eyes after a while. spotlights are really pretty and i like to be in a spotlight.
I was here.
I want to be under the spotlight, I want to be famous. That’s what I want to be. I want to be someone of important, recognition. I want to have the money, the looks, the charm, and most importantly the talent it takes to be famous. I want that. I want to be under the spotlight, I want to be an actress. :)
The spotlight shone brightly on her face as we scrambled up the path. There was very little time, as the sun was about to rise. The ground was rough and could and I felt as if I might fall off of the precipice at any moment. We finally made it to the top, where the lighthouse stood. The sun rose, and we rose with it.
Standing there. Palms sweating. This is it. Take a deep breath. Go! Breathe. Just breathe. It’s going okay. Can I do it? Phew. It’s over.
My first solo experience. I didn’t faint – that was good. It felt nice to be up there and singing my heart out. Until next time that is. Just breathe.
The spotlight is on and it’s glow is rather unflattering. It’s hot and magnifies imperfections. But it doesn’t matter. I’m comfortable in my own skin now and as I stand here alone on stage I’m happy
what am i writing?
I love being in the spotlight. Every since I was a child, the first born of course, I’ve known what it is to be the center of attention. In the spotlight as it were. There before Dinah Shore on TV singing with all of my 5 year old heart, In The USA or something like that. I’ve never gotten over the NEED to be in the spotlght. Me First! Me Too! Me :Me Me. Is the Spotlight labeled that way. Big yellow circle all around me blinding light that prevents me from seeing past the edges to those around me. Can’t even see the love or the concern or the giggles of my audience. If they can even be called that . . . but of course from inside the spotlight, that’s all I can understand. Time to step outside of it’s circle through the dark murky edges.
a
light
stars
famous
musical
preformance
art
theatrical
stage
band
attention
fame
movie
attention
intrigue
words
voice
sight
I like this on my name above everything else and it’s bright and lights and far beams and new york and used car salesmen lots and lemons and limes and mexico and mole and zihua and tito and smiles and eric and chinese chicken and let’s all go to china for a minute why not it’s so much fun there they have pigeon nest soups! and babies that are chinese except they just call them babies.
The spotlight is an intoxicating thing not so much physical but more abstract. The idea that everyone would put all of their time and focus on you even for a small period of time is enough to make any individuals feel excited and important. Special. It makes you feel as though you are what’s important. Even if it is only 15 minutes of fame. However the consequences of such a bloated feeling if not let go can be disastrous.
jam
I never asked for this –
I never wanted the attention you’re giving me.
But I didn’t complain –
I kept quiet and allowed your frivolity.
I never did protest –
I never wanted to engage in a fight.
But I won’t take any more –
I’m giving up this unwatned spotlight.
I really hate it. Standing in the center with that bright blinding light making me blind but allowing everybody to see every detail of my being. I see nothing, they see everything. I feel naked.
I want them to listen to the content of my words, to the message, but all they heaar is my accent. Thirty minutes later I am finished with my presentation and invite questions. The very firt breaks my heart: “Where are you from?” They didn’t hear my message, only my voice!
its a nice thing. its spelle spotlight, as well as written. get it? don’t? no problem, its just a spotlight.. like if i wanna head to the spotlight, and be happy, like an english christmas, giving head and. i don’t know, it’s just inbelievable that spotlights are arounde there and people don’t even notice
it is bright and i cant see i think that i am going blind. but round the edges it is fuzzy and i can see blackness a big white spot is infinate in the middle
orange radiant sunset sits upon my life with sparkles of dreams in motion and timeless scenes. How I long for new and young and naive at such a time of pain. but don’t look at the pain.
A spotlight shone directly into the eyes of the kangaroo: Bang! The rfile shot rang out with sudden finality.
I am standing in the spotlight and feel very nervous. Maybe because I am naked and everyone can see I didn’t shave my legs. Or is it, because my titties are sagging? I prefer the darkness, it enhances the beauty of my body.
me siento en medio de una muchedumbre que me mira me observa y me siento desnuda, al descubierto, mientras que mis pensamientos cubren mi cuerpo para no sentir verg
The spotlight is on me. No, I mean I’m shining a mental spotlight on myself. I’ve been blinded. Or I was. And now, now I’ve decided to shield my eyes.
The spotlight is on you. All the time, wherever you are. What you say, do, wear are observed by those around you and influence their perception of you. Do you prepare for the spotlight? It’s on!