i wish on a shooting star. i want things to stay the way they are. things haven’t been this good in years. i am finally content within myself. that is amazing. i owe it all to him. <3
i see the stars shine over me and i think, who else is out there? who else is looking at this same star? could she be looking too? could she be thinking about the way my hang touched hers earlier today whie the starlight lights up her gorgeous face. i cant stop thinking about her, and i dont know why, im not supposed to feel this way! im supposed to love men but i cant stop wanting her. Oh stars, why? please give me an answer!
jenna
In the gentle glow of starlight, he gently caressed her smooth face, and slowly drew near, his eyes transfixed on hers, and hers on his. This was the moment.
Just then, a beautiful shooting star raced across the diamond-sprinkled deep blue velvet, leaving a wondrous but rapidly disappearing tail of light trailing behind. The two of them turned to admire such an amazing sight, but they were not diverted long from each other.
Her lips curved upwards, oh so slightly. But this was the smile that always made his heart melt. A stray strand of hair flew across her lovely face, and he lovingly pushed it away, smiling back at her. He reassured himself again, that this was the only opportunity he had. She knew it too.
Both pairs of eyes closed, and wishes were silently made, as her plump luscious lips and his smooth thinner lips touched for the first time with a gentle passion.
“Hey,” he called, waving her over.
Susan let the rest of the popsicle slip off onto the ground for Patrick’s dog and bounded over the car. “What’s up?”
“I want you tell me if you can see it, that I’m not the only one,” he said, pointing towards the mountains, where a faint glow from the sky could be seen despite the nearby street lamps.
Starlight can be beautiful or it can be a curse. It can illuminate horrible things or lovely things. I personally prefer both because starlight is beautiful any way you swing it
Jessica
Aw, bull. Starlight is so overrated. For one thing, it’s not much light. In fact, I daresay they don’t provide any light at all. it’s just the moon. For another, there’s nothing magical about balls of gas constantly exploding trillions of miles away.
taylor seyfert
what I wished on every night for the past eight months. Ridiculous wishes. And they were all wasted on a stupid good-for-nothing jerk.
reya
For some reason I think of films. Wasn’t there a fantasy released some off number of years ago? Called “Stardust” I think. Never saw it. Heard it wasn’t great. I love fantasy anyway.
laura
lights up the sky better than city lights could.
lights scattered together, as small beams of hope or
maybe a safe place,
far from the one we know.
The starlight filtered through leafy silhouettes. A gentle wind swayed the branches overhead, and the distant light winked and twinkled, like an endless ball of whirling courtesans and sly courtiers weaving through the shadows of a pillared hall.
starbright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight. I want a wish! Please give me a wish, or let my wish come true.
People are so disappointing, it’s written in the stars.
Astronomy is so humbling, isn’t it?
Angela
Starlight johnson wins the home run 20 times for thirty four. Despite Canada in the mourn. Nevermind.
Ben
She sat in the dark, only the stars to light her face up and she gazed up at them. Burning balls of gas, thousands of them in a single galaxy and outside of this galaxy hundreds more like it, she was but a speck and insignificant dot on the map. A dense network of galaxys and nebulas combined, filled with mysterys to big for her small human brain to even comprehend yet.
once i looked up to the heavens and saw pure golden white starlight. it reminded me of the light the emanates from within me. a light that is pure and can guide the way for many a lost soul.
dbp
Beneath the starlight I cry,
let my emotions fly,
free and wild,
just a child,
love me please I’m all alone,
I wish I knew the way back home.
Starlight is that tiny glimmer of hope in the night sky. It’s a gleam of something beyond yourself that evokes the most beautiful and sentimental thoughts that human kind could ever come up with. Starlight is beauty in it’s truest form.
Carol Michelle
this is not the person i thought i was going to be. i’m vain.status is everything. i put people down. everyone hates me. and i lost my looks.
Star Bright, hope you guide me in the night. don’t be afraid it will be there. don’t run away and don’t be scared.
wolf
starlight, star bright, when i hooked up with you on your driveway that one flickering streetlight seemed romantic at that time it was like a starlight guiding your shaking hands. but now i know that it really just helped you manipulate me. if only i knew that it meant nothing.
She was young and curious and strangely unlike the other villagers. The moon wrapped her beauty in its glow; the starlight no comparison to the light that shone from her eyes… a light that was youth, innocence, warmth and love.
suck light out of my dark hole given into stardom and kings ping ding dang light my star like.
dan
It’s pretty! but diminishing. stupid people and their obsession with sight! ruining the breathtaking star-fucking-light. unacceptable.
DP
starlight, we’re lit by starlight. it was hte best time of day for us, just before the moon, inbetween the stars when the lights were coming on. we were most beautfiul then, and i think you might have even loved me. but then it became dark and the sun had to rise.
Liza
Star bright, won’t you be my star tonight? “Yes I will!” she said in a voice quite shrill and then she popped the little blue pill.
Kyle
Starlight is beautiful. I think natural lighting is one of the most beautiful things to ever grace this planet. I love to read under starlight, sleep under starlight, lay under starlight. There is nothing that compares to the beauty that is starlight.
Brianna
We slept under the stars one night. It was after Mexican dinner, so it was for the best. When I woke up, I was covered in dew and my pillow lay far away, soaking in the grass. We had fallen asleep to starlight and woke up to the sun.
The starlight’s missing here. Too many city lights. Poor starlight, when will you ever shine?
Veronica
STARLIGHT
Why do I keep getting this word. Isn’t this website suppose to provide more words? Or is this some sort of sign. Knowing my luck it probably is. This is a sign saying to give up. You’re going to get the same results no matter how much you try.
JoAnna
Ah, that’s a good song. I really can’t imagine anything else when I see this word on the top of the page, other than a vivid memory of the sea of stars that lay above me when I visited the Himalayas, free from light pollution and the other vestiges of civilization. Just a wildly beautiful skyscape.
Everyone always talks about how beautiful the stars are and whatnot. It’s never impressed me that much. They’re just stars and it’s just the sky. It’s there for always. Everyday.
Caroline
Lying outside alone looking up watching giant balls of gas which have no meaning except for that which we feebly give them watching giant balls of gas that have little knowledge of our own existence
Kaytee
The starlight is amazing at night brigtening the sky that is looks like fairy lights on a Christmas Tree. It is amazing to look at the sky and see shapes.
Maureen
Pearl-moons, diamond-stars scattered on black-black velvet
My sister once passed out at a Muse concert. Not during the show, mind you, but right after, in line at the coat check. She held out because she didn’t want to miss any part of the performance. Sweet sixteen year olds try so hard to be bad-ass. You have to admire them a little.
I have a story for this but it’s about you, and its so personal, and I don’t think I want to share our memories like this. But the night of the meteor shower? Yeah. By three in the morning that night, I knew I wanted to marry you some day. American boy, what have you done to me?
He heard the click. Safety off. The pop of the silencer would be next, and then-and then! Like ocean waves, like pressing a seashell to your ear, a rush of red-hot to the head and then down to his chest, warm and flowing faster than seems possible, pooling on his lower abdomen as he’d sink down against the wall. The steady drip, drip, drip onto the pavement, a glimpse of glaring starlight between heavy eyelids, that should be the last of it. For the third time in one nanosecond he tried to think of a way out.
the night was dark, but everything on the ground lit up from the tiny things shining above. it was beautiful, and it made our hearts race. the night felt different and risky.
Emery
A thousand memories spark when I hear the word starlight. I think of the many times I sat with my true love, hoping, waiting, all there beneath the starlight. Starlight, Star bright, what will I remember tonight?
The starlight glittered off the hull of the ship, as it cruised silently along the coast. The man in the checkered jacket turned to me and spoke. “This is what you’ve asked for,” he said, holding a small glass vial. “This is the perfect poison. Untraceable, scentless, colorless, flavorless; kill her with this and her death shall be a mystery for years and years.”
i wish on a shooting star. i want things to stay the way they are. things haven’t been this good in years. i am finally content within myself. that is amazing. i owe it all to him. <3
Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight…but it’s raining. Tonight there are no stars for me to see.
i see the stars shine over me and i think, who else is out there? who else is looking at this same star? could she be looking too? could she be thinking about the way my hang touched hers earlier today whie the starlight lights up her gorgeous face. i cant stop thinking about her, and i dont know why, im not supposed to feel this way! im supposed to love men but i cant stop wanting her. Oh stars, why? please give me an answer!
In the gentle glow of starlight, he gently caressed her smooth face, and slowly drew near, his eyes transfixed on hers, and hers on his. This was the moment.
Just then, a beautiful shooting star raced across the diamond-sprinkled deep blue velvet, leaving a wondrous but rapidly disappearing tail of light trailing behind. The two of them turned to admire such an amazing sight, but they were not diverted long from each other.
Her lips curved upwards, oh so slightly. But this was the smile that always made his heart melt. A stray strand of hair flew across her lovely face, and he lovingly pushed it away, smiling back at her. He reassured himself again, that this was the only opportunity he had. She knew it too.
Both pairs of eyes closed, and wishes were silently made, as her plump luscious lips and his smooth thinner lips touched for the first time with a gentle passion.
in his theory of starlight
the nimble finger of time
never touches space
never budges the light years
reflected in her eyes
“Hey,” he called, waving her over.
Susan let the rest of the popsicle slip off onto the ground for Patrick’s dog and bounded over the car. “What’s up?”
“I want you tell me if you can see it, that I’m not the only one,” he said, pointing towards the mountains, where a faint glow from the sky could be seen despite the nearby street lamps.
Starlight can be beautiful or it can be a curse. It can illuminate horrible things or lovely things. I personally prefer both because starlight is beautiful any way you swing it
Aw, bull. Starlight is so overrated. For one thing, it’s not much light. In fact, I daresay they don’t provide any light at all. it’s just the moon. For another, there’s nothing magical about balls of gas constantly exploding trillions of miles away.
what I wished on every night for the past eight months. Ridiculous wishes. And they were all wasted on a stupid good-for-nothing jerk.
For some reason I think of films. Wasn’t there a fantasy released some off number of years ago? Called “Stardust” I think. Never saw it. Heard it wasn’t great. I love fantasy anyway.
lights up the sky better than city lights could.
lights scattered together, as small beams of hope or
maybe a safe place,
far from the one we know.
The starlight filtered through leafy silhouettes. A gentle wind swayed the branches overhead, and the distant light winked and twinkled, like an endless ball of whirling courtesans and sly courtiers weaving through the shadows of a pillared hall.
starbright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. Have the wish I wish tonight. I want a wish! Please give me a wish, or let my wish come true.
People are so disappointing, it’s written in the stars.
Astronomy is so humbling, isn’t it?
Starlight johnson wins the home run 20 times for thirty four. Despite Canada in the mourn. Nevermind.
She sat in the dark, only the stars to light her face up and she gazed up at them. Burning balls of gas, thousands of them in a single galaxy and outside of this galaxy hundreds more like it, she was but a speck and insignificant dot on the map. A dense network of galaxys and nebulas combined, filled with mysterys to big for her small human brain to even comprehend yet.
She gazed at him lovingly, his features illuminated by the stars in the sky. She smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.
once i looked up to the heavens and saw pure golden white starlight. it reminded me of the light the emanates from within me. a light that is pure and can guide the way for many a lost soul.
Beneath the starlight I cry,
let my emotions fly,
free and wild,
just a child,
love me please I’m all alone,
I wish I knew the way back home.
Starlight is that tiny glimmer of hope in the night sky. It’s a gleam of something beyond yourself that evokes the most beautiful and sentimental thoughts that human kind could ever come up with. Starlight is beauty in it’s truest form.
this is not the person i thought i was going to be. i’m vain.status is everything. i put people down. everyone hates me. and i lost my looks.
Star Bright, hope you guide me in the night. don’t be afraid it will be there. don’t run away and don’t be scared.
starlight, star bright, when i hooked up with you on your driveway that one flickering streetlight seemed romantic at that time it was like a starlight guiding your shaking hands. but now i know that it really just helped you manipulate me. if only i knew that it meant nothing.
She was young and curious and strangely unlike the other villagers. The moon wrapped her beauty in its glow; the starlight no comparison to the light that shone from her eyes… a light that was youth, innocence, warmth and love.
suck light out of my dark hole given into stardom and kings ping ding dang light my star like.
It’s pretty! but diminishing. stupid people and their obsession with sight! ruining the breathtaking star-fucking-light. unacceptable.
starlight, we’re lit by starlight. it was hte best time of day for us, just before the moon, inbetween the stars when the lights were coming on. we were most beautfiul then, and i think you might have even loved me. but then it became dark and the sun had to rise.
Star bright, won’t you be my star tonight? “Yes I will!” she said in a voice quite shrill and then she popped the little blue pill.
Starlight is beautiful. I think natural lighting is one of the most beautiful things to ever grace this planet. I love to read under starlight, sleep under starlight, lay under starlight. There is nothing that compares to the beauty that is starlight.
We slept under the stars one night. It was after Mexican dinner, so it was for the best. When I woke up, I was covered in dew and my pillow lay far away, soaking in the grass. We had fallen asleep to starlight and woke up to the sun.
The starlight’s missing here. Too many city lights. Poor starlight, when will you ever shine?
STARLIGHT
Why do I keep getting this word. Isn’t this website suppose to provide more words? Or is this some sort of sign. Knowing my luck it probably is. This is a sign saying to give up. You’re going to get the same results no matter how much you try.
Ah, that’s a good song. I really can’t imagine anything else when I see this word on the top of the page, other than a vivid memory of the sea of stars that lay above me when I visited the Himalayas, free from light pollution and the other vestiges of civilization. Just a wildly beautiful skyscape.
Everyone always talks about how beautiful the stars are and whatnot. It’s never impressed me that much. They’re just stars and it’s just the sky. It’s there for always. Everyday.
Lying outside alone looking up watching giant balls of gas which have no meaning except for that which we feebly give them watching giant balls of gas that have little knowledge of our own existence
The starlight is amazing at night brigtening the sky that is looks like fairy lights on a Christmas Tree. It is amazing to look at the sky and see shapes.
Pearl-moons, diamond-stars scattered on black-black velvet
three thoughts.
My sister once passed out at a Muse concert. Not during the show, mind you, but right after, in line at the coat check. She held out because she didn’t want to miss any part of the performance. Sweet sixteen year olds try so hard to be bad-ass. You have to admire them a little.
I have a story for this but it’s about you, and its so personal, and I don’t think I want to share our memories like this. But the night of the meteor shower? Yeah. By three in the morning that night, I knew I wanted to marry you some day. American boy, what have you done to me?
He heard the click. Safety off. The pop of the silencer would be next, and then-and then! Like ocean waves, like pressing a seashell to your ear, a rush of red-hot to the head and then down to his chest, warm and flowing faster than seems possible, pooling on his lower abdomen as he’d sink down against the wall. The steady drip, drip, drip onto the pavement, a glimpse of glaring starlight between heavy eyelids, that should be the last of it. For the third time in one nanosecond he tried to think of a way out.
the night was dark, but everything on the ground lit up from the tiny things shining above. it was beautiful, and it made our hearts race. the night felt different and risky.
A thousand memories spark when I hear the word starlight. I think of the many times I sat with my true love, hoping, waiting, all there beneath the starlight. Starlight, Star bright, what will I remember tonight?
The starlight glittered off the hull of the ship, as it cruised silently along the coast. The man in the checkered jacket turned to me and spoke. “This is what you’ve asked for,” he said, holding a small glass vial. “This is the perfect poison. Untraceable, scentless, colorless, flavorless; kill her with this and her death shall be a mystery for years and years.”