The sunlight streamed in like ice. Nothing ever felt so dark. My mother was dead. My mother…
Will anything be warm again?
TR Bray
The sunlight glows in lost ecstasy as I roam inside my mind. Heartbreak has condemned me to eternal darkness. That golden glow so far away and unreachable.
Sunlight is warm. At the right time of day, in the right part of the right season, sunlight is wonderful. It makes it just warm enough so that you feel comfortable. More like a natural sweater, than anything else. Gives life to things…
the sunlight is hurting my eyes! i luike it dark, not light. im like a vampire, i only come out at night. i dont know why it makes me cry, but i only come out at night!
jacqueline
brightness. it lights up my life. giving me creativity and helping me to concentrate all day :) i wish there awas more of it this year! when it starts to fade, i know that night time is coming, and it wont be much longer until day again.
Robyn
Under the sun. Bright, shining in my face. Today, nothing. Dark. Where did you go, sun? Now all is dark. I like storms, but not really the drury dark days where everything is i n s l o w m o t i o n….
blakkhawkk
and i longed for just one ray of sunlight to rid me of these nightmares. i wanted so badly to be free from the encasement of darkness that surrounded me and my mind.
Evilyn
i am lonely. i am bored. i wish i can love someone. or someone who can love me. I miss her. I wish my life would be happy. I just want to be happy. can i ?
kumaran
like that matt and kim song about daylight, sunlight is the friend to many but the enemy to some…these light skinned people crisp at the very mention of high rays of sunlight, never understanding or rather being able to fully appreciate its splendor on a spring day. this is the sad existence i have been forced to accept, but i will one day throw care to the wind and burn.
dan
“All I ever wanted,” she said brokenly, tears spilling like rain down her cheeks, “was to bring some sunshine into your life.”
He sighed. “But you’re not sunshine. You’ve got too much sadness. Too much wildness. Too much pain.”
It’s time for the sunlight to shine,
A new day brings forth a new horizon.
But you’ve heard this all before,
and it’s been written all before,
and sometimes you need something a little more
substantial.
Fullfilling.
Real.
Powerful.
Just look at the beauty around you.
Really look.
You’ll find a bright future in your sunlight.
Sunshine, she mused idly, felt like kisses – a slow warm flush against her cheeks, her lips, the place where her nose curved into her forehead, the arch of her jaw into neck.
Sunshine, she mused idly, liked to kiss her as much as he did.
warm. loving. soft. gentile. like a hug on a bad day, to keep the soul light. krishna is all loving and admired. he is like the sun, holding my heart tight within his own glowing hands.
The sunlight over looked the ocean, it was very beautiful.
Enjoli
I wish the sunlight would stay in your heart after we part. When you’re alone and suffering, and then make it sound like its no big deal, you inadvertently take all the sunlight from us as well. But you don’t use it to warm your heart… you lose it. Drop it. Fumble it. Do you need to be taught how to keep sunlight in your hand, in your head, in your heart? Why did nobody teach you that sunlight loves everything it touches, even you?
The sunlight sparkled off the lake’s surface like sequins on a showgirl, glittering blue and gold at her as she walked along the path that surrounded the small peninsula.
Andie
The small messages felt within the rays. It pushes forward with the gentle breeze, reaching out for me. Nurtures me, so that one day I might reach out, so that it won’t be alone in the sky any more. Illuminates our shades of greens, where we are gathered. Life.
The sun quickly rose, sheding it’s light over the barren wasteland. NOcholas stood up, feeling the warm rays striking his skin. He was chewing a bit of gras, thinkig that this might be a hard day with the fields warm and hot. Hed better get a lot of water
Ulf
The windows are open, the sunlight is peaking thru, and its sunlight illuminate your eyes.
Sunlight pervades this place. The kind of lemony-yellow light that makes you squint, sneeze, just by looking at it. It envelopes you, like a blanket, warm on exposed flesh that turns to heat when out too long. Sunlight like the skin of a golden delicious apple, fragrant, vibrant. The final strong rays of fall, before another winter sets in, turning skin to alabaster, gooseflesh.
ThomG
if you write all about sunlight,trees,flowers and love one word will let you have your say,but if you write a scathing harsh hate-filled piece of trape you will be banned blocked deleted and spit out.sorry egar allen poe,you are not welcome here
rebel without a thong
It was blinding outside. The sunlight white-washed the land as far as the eyes could see. Pale stones and light dirt reflecting the bright rays seemed to glow harshly, and even through the polarized windows of the jeep, we had to squint through our sunglasses in order to see anything clearly.
The sunlight blinded the couple as they pushed their Subaru Forester through the clearing in the forest. Julia asked, “Are we going to be pushing this car all day, or can we get in and drive?”
No, said Tarquin, “we wouldn’t want our exhaust to pollute the trees.”
richpee
The sunlight streamed through the window. I sat there, staring out at the lit landscape. Children and teens roamed and ran about, chatting and playing. But I was stuck in here…stuck sitting in a filtered stream of sunlight…
Kraal Fiction
sweet that i casn enjy with my gilfriend
Babah
One thing that we need , that we must have , that keeps us safe , that lets us see the world in its beauty , one thing that we have half of the day or that we don’t for many months depending on the zone we live in.
Alex Feoron
golden rays on a misty field. slanting through the end of a thunderstorm. turning a sunset sky red and purple. giving life to the earth.
Rick
The yellow that makes green happen, and red smiles shine, and blue waters shimmer. And erases the black that makes the world so, so dark.
John Lee
It’s a dull, dim day today; missing is the bright sunlight of yesterday and, some would say, of yesteryear.
yellow, warm, strong, floral smell, happy, fishingtrip from childhood, gradeschool from childhood.
Donna
The first thing that comes through the window in the morning. It is pale, watery yellowy and bounces off the window and reflects on the face of my alarm clock.
GCH
let it touch your nose your eyelids your lips soak into your ears the backs of your hands and concentrate, focus every fibre
Sunlight upon my face. A gift rare at times always almost always welcome I shield my eyes yet welcome the warmth
The sunlight slanted through the stain glass windows, alighting on the figure brought to his knees in front of a lighted figure of love.
It bathed me, soaking me up, carrying me up and out. The sunlight was a welcome home and long sweet good bye all in one.
This is the place where I met the moonbeam. We slept on the beach and woke up and the sun was beating on the shore.
The sunlight streamed in like ice. Nothing ever felt so dark. My mother was dead. My mother…
Will anything be warm again?
The sunlight glows in lost ecstasy as I roam inside my mind. Heartbreak has condemned me to eternal darkness. That golden glow so far away and unreachable.
Sunlight is warm. At the right time of day, in the right part of the right season, sunlight is wonderful. It makes it just warm enough so that you feel comfortable. More like a natural sweater, than anything else. Gives life to things…
Sunlight seems illusive this time of year and each time it presents its lovely self I turn my face upward, a smile soaking in the gift
the sunlight is hurting my eyes! i luike it dark, not light. im like a vampire, i only come out at night. i dont know why it makes me cry, but i only come out at night!
brightness. it lights up my life. giving me creativity and helping me to concentrate all day :) i wish there awas more of it this year! when it starts to fade, i know that night time is coming, and it wont be much longer until day again.
Under the sun. Bright, shining in my face. Today, nothing. Dark. Where did you go, sun? Now all is dark. I like storms, but not really the drury dark days where everything is i n s l o w m o t i o n….
and i longed for just one ray of sunlight to rid me of these nightmares. i wanted so badly to be free from the encasement of darkness that surrounded me and my mind.
i am lonely. i am bored. i wish i can love someone. or someone who can love me. I miss her. I wish my life would be happy. I just want to be happy. can i ?
like that matt and kim song about daylight, sunlight is the friend to many but the enemy to some…these light skinned people crisp at the very mention of high rays of sunlight, never understanding or rather being able to fully appreciate its splendor on a spring day. this is the sad existence i have been forced to accept, but i will one day throw care to the wind and burn.
“All I ever wanted,” she said brokenly, tears spilling like rain down her cheeks, “was to bring some sunshine into your life.”
He sighed. “But you’re not sunshine. You’ve got too much sadness. Too much wildness. Too much pain.”
It’s time for the sunlight to shine,
A new day brings forth a new horizon.
But you’ve heard this all before,
and it’s been written all before,
and sometimes you need something a little more
substantial.
Fullfilling.
Real.
Powerful.
Just look at the beauty around you.
Really look.
You’ll find a bright future in your sunlight.
Sunshine, she mused idly, felt like kisses – a slow warm flush against her cheeks, her lips, the place where her nose curved into her forehead, the arch of her jaw into neck.
Sunshine, she mused idly, liked to kiss her as much as he did.
Bright, painful, toasty, warm, green
warm. loving. soft. gentile. like a hug on a bad day, to keep the soul light. krishna is all loving and admired. he is like the sun, holding my heart tight within his own glowing hands.
The sunlight over looked the ocean, it was very beautiful.
I wish the sunlight would stay in your heart after we part. When you’re alone and suffering, and then make it sound like its no big deal, you inadvertently take all the sunlight from us as well. But you don’t use it to warm your heart… you lose it. Drop it. Fumble it. Do you need to be taught how to keep sunlight in your hand, in your head, in your heart? Why did nobody teach you that sunlight loves everything it touches, even you?
The sunlight sparkled off the lake’s surface like sequins on a showgirl, glittering blue and gold at her as she walked along the path that surrounded the small peninsula.
The small messages felt within the rays. It pushes forward with the gentle breeze, reaching out for me. Nurtures me, so that one day I might reach out, so that it won’t be alone in the sky any more. Illuminates our shades of greens, where we are gathered. Life.
The sun quickly rose, sheding it’s light over the barren wasteland. NOcholas stood up, feeling the warm rays striking his skin. He was chewing a bit of gras, thinkig that this might be a hard day with the fields warm and hot. Hed better get a lot of water
The windows are open, the sunlight is peaking thru, and its sunlight illuminate your eyes.
Sunlight pervades this place. The kind of lemony-yellow light that makes you squint, sneeze, just by looking at it. It envelopes you, like a blanket, warm on exposed flesh that turns to heat when out too long. Sunlight like the skin of a golden delicious apple, fragrant, vibrant. The final strong rays of fall, before another winter sets in, turning skin to alabaster, gooseflesh.
if you write all about sunlight,trees,flowers and love one word will let you have your say,but if you write a scathing harsh hate-filled piece of trape you will be banned blocked deleted and spit out.sorry egar allen poe,you are not welcome here
It was blinding outside. The sunlight white-washed the land as far as the eyes could see. Pale stones and light dirt reflecting the bright rays seemed to glow harshly, and even through the polarized windows of the jeep, we had to squint through our sunglasses in order to see anything clearly.
The sunlight blinded the couple as they pushed their Subaru Forester through the clearing in the forest. Julia asked, “Are we going to be pushing this car all day, or can we get in and drive?”
No, said Tarquin, “we wouldn’t want our exhaust to pollute the trees.”
The sunlight streamed through the window. I sat there, staring out at the lit landscape. Children and teens roamed and ran about, chatting and playing. But I was stuck in here…stuck sitting in a filtered stream of sunlight…
sweet that i casn enjy with my gilfriend
One thing that we need , that we must have , that keeps us safe , that lets us see the world in its beauty , one thing that we have half of the day or that we don’t for many months depending on the zone we live in.
golden rays on a misty field. slanting through the end of a thunderstorm. turning a sunset sky red and purple. giving life to the earth.
The yellow that makes green happen, and red smiles shine, and blue waters shimmer. And erases the black that makes the world so, so dark.
It’s a dull, dim day today; missing is the bright sunlight of yesterday and, some would say, of yesteryear.
Sunlight splashed through the window, spread across the floor. I stretched and got up out of bed. Time to think about work again.
yellow, warm, strong, floral smell, happy, fishingtrip from childhood, gradeschool from childhood.
The first thing that comes through the window in the morning. It is pale, watery yellowy and bounces off the window and reflects on the face of my alarm clock.
let it touch your nose your eyelids your lips soak into your ears the backs of your hands and concentrate, focus every fibre
he gleemed as if his body was a gleem in sunlight.it was just his metalic skin.