Some use the spotlight for ilumination, others to enlighten others.
Anonymous
Peaceful. Serene, not the spotlight of chaos that most people live in. The fishbowl life that we become inure to. Peaceful farm in Oklahoma.
Becca
As I stand at the podium and the spotlight is on be, bathing me it it’s light, I feel almost warm and yet cold– I’m worried that I won’t say what I want and worried that I’ll say too much, oh I hope to get my point accross!
Stacey Harris
The focus is on you, it’s all about you – your movement are highlighted.
For those few seconds your movement and sound is heightened and everyone sees everything about you – in all its intricate detail and glory
You bask in light whilst surrounded by shadow and are the true subject on uninterupted focus for those few seconds
Hannah Jay
it exposes.
highlights.
marks what should be noted.
and yet, rarely does it
ever bespeak of what it doesn’t show.
b/c it shows the obvious.
not what we really want to know.
it doesn’t show the truth.
NuSol
sitting in the spotlight in the middle of the street there is no one out there just me and the beat when i move my feet the streets get to shaking doesnt mean im fat just means i make bacon im not really black but i write like an afro american my soul can span from here to zimbabwe
kevin
Warning, stop! The breakout from the internment camp was stifled when the glare of the spotlight revealed their postition.
Becky
i never want to be in the spotlight. it ruins you. it ruins all. if you can overcome the spotlight you still haven’t made it in life. you’ve just completed a challenge that many others can’t. congratulations
zora Steiner
I love ebing in the spotlight. The three of us, pouring our souls into the music and raging war on our demons, causing a sea of bopping heads and dancing people to ride our wave of musical ecstasy with us. We need it, we breathe it, we belong in the spotlight.
B
He lived for the spotlight. Crowds cheering brought him happiness.
Anonymous
center of attention
undesirable
to be avoided
connie
a spotlight shiny at the top of the moon. at the top of the moon? the moon is one spotlight fallowing us all through the night. stars, the moon, the sun they all fallow us, spot lighting the stage that is the world. find your way simply with the sky.
Anne Carter
I stepped out onto the stage. The spotlight aimed its’ piercing glare at my small frame. I closed my eyes and began to sing, trying to forget about the millions of people watching me right now.
Anonymous
i was in the spotlight. all eyes on me. i froze. couldn’t move. millions of eyes, all focused on me, waiting. and all i could do was stand there, scared stupid. damn.
scottm
The young little irish foxed gazed up at her older brother, a huge beamin’ smile on her face. “Someday, that’ll be me up in that spotty light!” she says boldly. The older fox laughed and ruffled the young girl’s short green hair. “And I’ll be the first to see that when it happens.” he promised.
Angel
In it, never, well maybe once or twice but I don’t crave it. Well, ok, it’s great to be noticed but it has to be just the right moment, you know? Don’t want to make a statement without the credentials to back it up…
Eddie
the spotlight is never on one person and you cant always get the spotlight. of course everyone wants to be the center of attention for everything, but that can’t just always be. well, you can be in your own spotlight for your own little reasons. in my view you dont need to be the center of attention to be happy all you need is love, peace, and chocolate. :) :) :) :):)
Anonymous
heads are up to the sun on the stage to the point where attention commits the crime of selfexploitation, who looks, who seeks, the light doesn’t care, you stand in its way to cast a shadow who minds your mind
Mel
to live in the spotlight is a thrilling thing. yet it takes from one her own privacy and in doing so brings shame. for if we cannot keep private thos things which are very private then the spotlight has stolen our selves.
Heidi
i like the spolight i do not enjoy being part of it much and like working on my own, with minimal spolihght on me
nikhil
spotlight
nikhil
glaring white heat you’ll have to be on stage. it follows you around. all eyes on you. center of attention. perform. adored
sarah
En mi calle habia un poste de luz picado por los carpinteros y las espuelas de los de la cde que se encaramaban en el desafiando la gravedad, justo hasta una farola muy oldfashion pero no entonces la cual rompiamos a pedradas para amarnos bajo ella.
pipo
I wish I were in it more often, yet when I am I do not always feel as if I am supposed to be there. Why is it that the people not in the spotlight never get as much credit as those within the spotlight? The people behind the scenes are just as important, if not more, than those within the spotlight. I guess that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.
Dan
shine
Amy
the spotlight at the top of the light house provided so much light for the couple in the rowboat that they could see the treasure sparkling in eachothers eyes. they reached for it, reached so far they forgot how long they had been sitting in that rowboat.
Anonymous
“Rather annoying, that piercing beam of light. Must be some primal thing about being separated from the herd”, she thought as she stood on stage awaiting her well rehearsed cue from Sam. She continued her train of thought, “Odd how he seems to love the way it outlines only him. Setting him ablaze & dimming their audience to an impersonal sea.” Suddenly she knew why sex with him was so lonely.
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look out!
dan
The spotlight is often a cold, lonely place with room for only one. And yet we keep demanding it. I’m not sure I want it any more.
Jennifer
It’s sometimes what we’re all afraid of. Being under the microscope and the center of attention. In the spotlight. Fear. Public speaking.
Amber Walters
His face shone upon mine. his eyes sparkled so like a spotlight. I fell into a trance. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It took me completely by surprise when he leaned forward, and his lips locked onto mine, as if he would never see me again. although we had just met.I was speechless
SImone
I was up on stage. Nothing could stop me now. The lights shone bright in my eyes. Spotlights. I took a deep breath. and just let out my voice. Everyone applauded. I was breathless.
sprout909@gmail.com
shines bright on the hand of the felon
Mac
A spotlight is something in which someone will stand under making them the centre of attention
Amber
there was a spotlight on the girl who wished she was a bumble bee. everyone made fun of her as she ran from the spotlight into the darkness that she was used to. she had a secret to tell but the spotlight was blinding, and she couldnt say the words in time before her fear swept over
allie
my dad ran a spotlight in a concentration camp in Japan; it was a carbon-arc and he said the smoke was terrible. he didn’t talk much about it, and I’m sorry I didn’t ask more. He’s gone now; I miss him, and wonder what kind of stories he could have told me?
Diane
The spotlight was turning green as I was coming up toward it. I didn’t really know why the spotlight was there. We were in Madison after all and the single spotlight annoyed everyone.
Anonymous
stepping on the stage i figured out what my line was. “Over yonder.” I cried, looking down at my pilgrim shoes. I crossed to the left side oft he stage and exhaled.
Lee Jones
Her eyes were burning as she danced her little bubble. She never liked being the center of attention, but it felt like the edges of the photon enhanced glow kept her trapped in the center of the old gym floor. She didn’t know why she got herself into these things.
Bree
The spot light shone in my face. I squinted. The world became clear to me and I could no longer see my son’s face.
Some use the spotlight for ilumination, others to enlighten others.
Peaceful. Serene, not the spotlight of chaos that most people live in. The fishbowl life that we become inure to. Peaceful farm in Oklahoma.
As I stand at the podium and the spotlight is on be, bathing me it it’s light, I feel almost warm and yet cold– I’m worried that I won’t say what I want and worried that I’ll say too much, oh I hope to get my point accross!
The focus is on you, it’s all about you – your movement are highlighted.
For those few seconds your movement and sound is heightened and everyone sees everything about you – in all its intricate detail and glory
You bask in light whilst surrounded by shadow and are the true subject on uninterupted focus for those few seconds
it exposes.
highlights.
marks what should be noted.
and yet, rarely does it
ever bespeak of what it doesn’t show.
b/c it shows the obvious.
not what we really want to know.
it doesn’t show the truth.
sitting in the spotlight in the middle of the street there is no one out there just me and the beat when i move my feet the streets get to shaking doesnt mean im fat just means i make bacon im not really black but i write like an afro american my soul can span from here to zimbabwe
Warning, stop! The breakout from the internment camp was stifled when the glare of the spotlight revealed their postition.
i never want to be in the spotlight. it ruins you. it ruins all. if you can overcome the spotlight you still haven’t made it in life. you’ve just completed a challenge that many others can’t. congratulations
I love ebing in the spotlight. The three of us, pouring our souls into the music and raging war on our demons, causing a sea of bopping heads and dancing people to ride our wave of musical ecstasy with us. We need it, we breathe it, we belong in the spotlight.
He lived for the spotlight. Crowds cheering brought him happiness.
center of attention
undesirable
to be avoided
a spotlight shiny at the top of the moon. at the top of the moon? the moon is one spotlight fallowing us all through the night. stars, the moon, the sun they all fallow us, spot lighting the stage that is the world. find your way simply with the sky.
I stepped out onto the stage. The spotlight aimed its’ piercing glare at my small frame. I closed my eyes and began to sing, trying to forget about the millions of people watching me right now.
i was in the spotlight. all eyes on me. i froze. couldn’t move. millions of eyes, all focused on me, waiting. and all i could do was stand there, scared stupid. damn.
The young little irish foxed gazed up at her older brother, a huge beamin’ smile on her face. “Someday, that’ll be me up in that spotty light!” she says boldly. The older fox laughed and ruffled the young girl’s short green hair. “And I’ll be the first to see that when it happens.” he promised.
In it, never, well maybe once or twice but I don’t crave it. Well, ok, it’s great to be noticed but it has to be just the right moment, you know? Don’t want to make a statement without the credentials to back it up…
the spotlight is never on one person and you cant always get the spotlight. of course everyone wants to be the center of attention for everything, but that can’t just always be. well, you can be in your own spotlight for your own little reasons. in my view you dont need to be the center of attention to be happy all you need is love, peace, and chocolate. :) :) :) :):)
heads are up to the sun on the stage to the point where attention commits the crime of selfexploitation, who looks, who seeks, the light doesn’t care, you stand in its way to cast a shadow who minds your mind
to live in the spotlight is a thrilling thing. yet it takes from one her own privacy and in doing so brings shame. for if we cannot keep private thos things which are very private then the spotlight has stolen our selves.
i like the spolight i do not enjoy being part of it much and like working on my own, with minimal spolihght on me
spotlight
glaring white heat you’ll have to be on stage. it follows you around. all eyes on you. center of attention. perform. adored
En mi calle habia un poste de luz picado por los carpinteros y las espuelas de los de la cde que se encaramaban en el desafiando la gravedad, justo hasta una farola muy oldfashion pero no entonces la cual rompiamos a pedradas para amarnos bajo ella.
I wish I were in it more often, yet when I am I do not always feel as if I am supposed to be there. Why is it that the people not in the spotlight never get as much credit as those within the spotlight? The people behind the scenes are just as important, if not more, than those within the spotlight. I guess that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.
shine
the spotlight at the top of the light house provided so much light for the couple in the rowboat that they could see the treasure sparkling in eachothers eyes. they reached for it, reached so far they forgot how long they had been sitting in that rowboat.
“Rather annoying, that piercing beam of light. Must be some primal thing about being separated from the herd”, she thought as she stood on stage awaiting her well rehearsed cue from Sam. She continued her train of thought, “Odd how he seems to love the way it outlines only him. Setting him ablaze & dimming their audience to an impersonal sea.” Suddenly she knew why sex with him was so lonely.
look out!
The spotlight is often a cold, lonely place with room for only one. And yet we keep demanding it. I’m not sure I want it any more.
It’s sometimes what we’re all afraid of. Being under the microscope and the center of attention. In the spotlight. Fear. Public speaking.
His face shone upon mine. his eyes sparkled so like a spotlight. I fell into a trance. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It took me completely by surprise when he leaned forward, and his lips locked onto mine, as if he would never see me again. although we had just met.I was speechless
I was up on stage. Nothing could stop me now. The lights shone bright in my eyes. Spotlights. I took a deep breath. and just let out my voice. Everyone applauded. I was breathless.
shines bright on the hand of the felon
A spotlight is something in which someone will stand under making them the centre of attention
there was a spotlight on the girl who wished she was a bumble bee. everyone made fun of her as she ran from the spotlight into the darkness that she was used to. she had a secret to tell but the spotlight was blinding, and she couldnt say the words in time before her fear swept over
my dad ran a spotlight in a concentration camp in Japan; it was a carbon-arc and he said the smoke was terrible. he didn’t talk much about it, and I’m sorry I didn’t ask more. He’s gone now; I miss him, and wonder what kind of stories he could have told me?
The spotlight was turning green as I was coming up toward it. I didn’t really know why the spotlight was there. We were in Madison after all and the single spotlight annoyed everyone.
stepping on the stage i figured out what my line was. “Over yonder.” I cried, looking down at my pilgrim shoes. I crossed to the left side oft he stage and exhaled.
Her eyes were burning as she danced her little bubble. She never liked being the center of attention, but it felt like the edges of the photon enhanced glow kept her trapped in the center of the old gym floor. She didn’t know why she got herself into these things.
The spot light shone in my face. I squinted. The world became clear to me and I could no longer see my son’s face.