The warm glow floated through the open window. A slight breeze rolled through, bringing with it the yellow warmth of the outside world. His eyes flashed vibrant green when the ray caught his face, but they fell solemnly silent when a cloud rolled over.
She glanced at him. There was nothing to say. Nothing would change the damage dealt.
He had scarred her. Her heart would not recover, not fully. She used to be filled with life and vibrancy and light. But nothing, after what he did, would bring it back now. Not even the peaceful sunlight.
Anonymous
I stare at the sky. I watch as the clouds that are spiraling down towards the ground, molding into a tornado. A storm is coming. It’s almost sad how i can barely make out the sunlight peaking out through the clouds.
I wish there was more sunlight right now. Consequently, I’ve hit a barren, solitary chapter in my life as of recent. It is dusk; it is time for night showers: cooling and cleansing. Dawn shall return soon.
Ev
The sunlight meant nothing to her. All everyone said was, “oh, won’t the sunlight burn you?” She began to hate the sunlight because of the taunting that came from her classmates. Because she was pale and dressed in black, they constantly made “living-dead” and “vampire” jokes about her, which, on a regular day, wouldn’t have bothered her, but today wasn’t her day. She decided she was going to rip out the throat of the next person who made fun of her.
Sunlight streams through the open window. It falls on his face, casting shadows in the small creases around his cheeks where he smiles. He looks tired, but for once, unworried. He looks relaxed and happy. It’s the only time I can see him like this, but it’s wonderful. He is flawless, and the sunlight makes it so.
Brightness filling the room. Loud. Almost too much so. Eyes closing. Brain shutting against the intruder. Too much. Not enough.
Aimee McFarland
I love the sunlight, the way that it filters through the leaves. The light that it casts across the ground is so beautiful. It’s clean and crisp and new and it makes me forget everything that has happened in hopes of a new beginning, a new start in life.
Gail Kowsky
She watched as the others danced in the daylight, cheers of joy. Could it be true? She timidly stuck her foot through the open doorway, as if testing the water before diving in. Taking a deep breath, she knew it was all or nothing. She thrust herself out the door, her eyes clinched tight , she waited to explode into flames. Opening one eye she glanced at her hands. The sunlight glistened off her cold skin. It felt so warm, something she had not felt in so long. Her ice blue eyes widened in horror then amazement. Nothing happened. How could this be possible? She felt the tip of her fangs with her tongue, just to make sure they were still there. Was this a dream? Could sunlight be in her life after all? Smiling, she could have sworn she felt her dead heart skip a beat.
Bring me to the sunlight
I cannot walk alone
Bring me to the sunlight
I can’t make it on my own
Walk with me, my dearest friend,
Until I walk no more,
Then lay me down softly
In the sunlight on the floor
Amanda
Bright, bringing warmth and good humor to all in its glow. Causes all to function on this planet, a glorious controlled chain reaction
Erik Martens
what she is for me, a photon that travels like a wave, warmth,
fistfull
sunlight is beautiful, amazing, and a perfect moment that emerges when coming out of trees onto the dark forest floor. i love sunlight through clouds: making the ocean sparkle and glimmer. we cannot live without sunlight, the vitamin D, and the beauty.
Light, its what powers our souls and gives us light to guide us though the blinding nights and deserted days. It’s happy and joyful and full of the energy we love to help heal our souls. Sunny days are the best of days, warm with that slight breeze.that heals our core and fills our hearts with that feeling. The feeling of happiness.
Maggie
i hate sunlight. it makes me so mad. so mad i wanna punch an innocent. you dont even know. like if i was a guy i wouldnt not be one because you couldnt even see me. its like im not even there. you should not be because its not like it is. ok? thanks. drinking the blood of innocents is not a good thing though. gives you bad heart deseeze
tim
The sunlight shone through lens of my glasses, which lay in no particular arrangement on my bedside table. I looked up. It was blinding. How glorious this day is. How magnificent.
Meghan
The sunlight leans down on her face, she smiles breathlessly. In a wonderful world like this, who wouldn’t be happy?
Astraea
“Really? Sunlight again?” …I’m growing tired of this word. Not sunlight itself. I love that one. But twice in one day for oneword is weird. Three times is *ugh* in my mind. That’s right. I typed *ugh*.
Behind every cloud, the sunlight is always hiding. You may not always be able to see it, but it’s there. Try everyday, to find that sunlight.
Brett
Sunlight was something rarely seen in this pacific town. Pack your jacket with the hood because you’ll need it. The grey skies and drizzle might get you down, eventually. But take it all in because in four days time you’ll fly away and who knows when you’ll make it back again. How’s this for spring break?
it is always very important. it gives us light and energy. it makes us feel real, like we are really form this world, make us notice we are not actually dreaming but living, enjoying, having fun every day. we couldn’t live with out it.
jng
The sunlight rolled over the hills and caressed the trees, embracing the morning.
Is the light of the day. The day of tomorrow, the apple of my today. I wish it were there to light the passages I don’t want to take. But I couldn’t spare myself from the darkness. The darkness that sunlight brings to me.
Kristina
Sunlight kindles on the deep green meadow. Beautiful flowers stretch endlessly ahead.
as the sunlight fades we like to sing
we cut the legs off of our pants
threw our shoes into the ocean
sit back and wave through the daylight
sit back and wave through the daylight
slip and slide on subway grates
these shoes are poor mans ice skates
fall through like change in the daylight
fall through like change in the daylight
<3 matt and kim
renata
The sunlight shawn through the window onto the young girl’s face. Waking her up in the morning to get ready for school.
Maddy JS
he flashed me a shady glint,
as he curled his fingers into my waist
and wriggled them surreptitiously,
until sunlight poured through my earlobes
at the resonance of his amusement.
i’d take any discomfort
to see those cheeks
adorned with light
instead of grief,
the fire behind his eyes
heals every brand of wound.
Sunlight, it grows things, we live off it. But what is it really? Were does light come from? We think we know, but do we? Why does no one question this?
Gurdy
sunlight is bright, much needed and horrible at the same time. I’d much rather be freakishly pale than get some sort of skin cancer. What happened to the old days when pale was what everyone wanted?
Brandy
I looked up and squinted my eyes. I’m one of the few people in the world not in love with sunlight. It hurts me. I would rather sit in the shade or walk in the rain or just stay out all night. I must be photosensitive or something.
Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, and there is dew on the grass and the air is just crisp enough, and the sun in shining in just the right way, I get this feeling. This feeling that I have woken up in some fairytale: beautiflu and strange. Woken up in the life that I wish I lived. The life where I am beautiful, and the world is beautiful, and there is no war, no pain, no fear, and everyone is in love.
But then I realize that utopia is not real.
Kyra S.
Pouring in the window
Bathing our skin
Unashamed
We lie entwined in each other’s arms
Welcoming sunlight for a threesome
I used to love being outside. I used to love just sitting out in the sunlight in the beginning of the day and being with God. I loved to write and I loved to laugh, now both of those seem like foreign tasks. I can’t remember a time when I felt like I do now.
Andrew
Sunlight… Lights the world, keeps us warm, gives us energy, makes life possible. It’s like you are to me. You light my world, keep me warm, give me energy, make my life possible.
The warm glow floated through the open window. A slight breeze rolled through, bringing with it the yellow warmth of the outside world. His eyes flashed vibrant green when the ray caught his face, but they fell solemnly silent when a cloud rolled over.
She glanced at him. There was nothing to say. Nothing would change the damage dealt.
He had scarred her. Her heart would not recover, not fully. She used to be filled with life and vibrancy and light. But nothing, after what he did, would bring it back now. Not even the peaceful sunlight.
I stare at the sky. I watch as the clouds that are spiraling down towards the ground, molding into a tornado. A storm is coming. It’s almost sad how i can barely make out the sunlight peaking out through the clouds.
I wish there was more sunlight right now. Consequently, I’ve hit a barren, solitary chapter in my life as of recent. It is dusk; it is time for night showers: cooling and cleansing. Dawn shall return soon.
The sunlight meant nothing to her. All everyone said was, “oh, won’t the sunlight burn you?” She began to hate the sunlight because of the taunting that came from her classmates. Because she was pale and dressed in black, they constantly made “living-dead” and “vampire” jokes about her, which, on a regular day, wouldn’t have bothered her, but today wasn’t her day. She decided she was going to rip out the throat of the next person who made fun of her.
Sunlight streams through the open window. It falls on his face, casting shadows in the small creases around his cheeks where he smiles. He looks tired, but for once, unworried. He looks relaxed and happy. It’s the only time I can see him like this, but it’s wonderful. He is flawless, and the sunlight makes it so.
moves into armor trees and false forests. I see the beams and I hear the waves. Come save me exalted one. Love my soul, love my naked flesh.
It came streaming through the windows,
passing through the door cracks
Casting shadows and making
Jangling silver bracelets jingle and sparkle.
Brightness filling the room. Loud. Almost too much so. Eyes closing. Brain shutting against the intruder. Too much. Not enough.
I love the sunlight, the way that it filters through the leaves. The light that it casts across the ground is so beautiful. It’s clean and crisp and new and it makes me forget everything that has happened in hopes of a new beginning, a new start in life.
She watched as the others danced in the daylight, cheers of joy. Could it be true? She timidly stuck her foot through the open doorway, as if testing the water before diving in. Taking a deep breath, she knew it was all or nothing. She thrust herself out the door, her eyes clinched tight , she waited to explode into flames. Opening one eye she glanced at her hands. The sunlight glistened off her cold skin. It felt so warm, something she had not felt in so long. Her ice blue eyes widened in horror then amazement. Nothing happened. How could this be possible? She felt the tip of her fangs with her tongue, just to make sure they were still there. Was this a dream? Could sunlight be in her life after all? Smiling, she could have sworn she felt her dead heart skip a beat.
Bring me to the sunlight
I cannot walk alone
Bring me to the sunlight
I can’t make it on my own
Walk with me, my dearest friend,
Until I walk no more,
Then lay me down softly
In the sunlight on the floor
Bright, bringing warmth and good humor to all in its glow. Causes all to function on this planet, a glorious controlled chain reaction
what she is for me, a photon that travels like a wave, warmth,
sunlight is beautiful, amazing, and a perfect moment that emerges when coming out of trees onto the dark forest floor. i love sunlight through clouds: making the ocean sparkle and glimmer. we cannot live without sunlight, the vitamin D, and the beauty.
yellow and orange
shinning through my window
light and bright
and oh so beautiful
Light, its what powers our souls and gives us light to guide us though the blinding nights and deserted days. It’s happy and joyful and full of the energy we love to help heal our souls. Sunny days are the best of days, warm with that slight breeze.that heals our core and fills our hearts with that feeling. The feeling of happiness.
i hate sunlight. it makes me so mad. so mad i wanna punch an innocent. you dont even know. like if i was a guy i wouldnt not be one because you couldnt even see me. its like im not even there. you should not be because its not like it is. ok? thanks. drinking the blood of innocents is not a good thing though. gives you bad heart deseeze
The sunlight shone through lens of my glasses, which lay in no particular arrangement on my bedside table. I looked up. It was blinding. How glorious this day is. How magnificent.
The sunlight leans down on her face, she smiles breathlessly. In a wonderful world like this, who wouldn’t be happy?
“Really? Sunlight again?” …I’m growing tired of this word. Not sunlight itself. I love that one. But twice in one day for oneword is weird. Three times is *ugh* in my mind. That’s right. I typed *ugh*.
Behind every cloud, the sunlight is always hiding. You may not always be able to see it, but it’s there. Try everyday, to find that sunlight.
Sunlight was something rarely seen in this pacific town. Pack your jacket with the hood because you’ll need it. The grey skies and drizzle might get you down, eventually. But take it all in because in four days time you’ll fly away and who knows when you’ll make it back again. How’s this for spring break?
it is always very important. it gives us light and energy. it makes us feel real, like we are really form this world, make us notice we are not actually dreaming but living, enjoying, having fun every day. we couldn’t live with out it.
The sunlight rolled over the hills and caressed the trees, embracing the morning.
It is the most beautiful part of the day. I love the sunlight. I live and am happier when the sun is shining. What ?
check out the sunlight
it is really bright
sun
bright
sky
day
window
fun
beach
yellow
Is the light of the day. The day of tomorrow, the apple of my today. I wish it were there to light the passages I don’t want to take. But I couldn’t spare myself from the darkness. The darkness that sunlight brings to me.
Sunlight kindles on the deep green meadow. Beautiful flowers stretch endlessly ahead.
as the sunlight fades we like to sing
we cut the legs off of our pants
threw our shoes into the ocean
sit back and wave through the daylight
sit back and wave through the daylight
slip and slide on subway grates
these shoes are poor mans ice skates
fall through like change in the daylight
fall through like change in the daylight
<3 matt and kim
The sunlight shawn through the window onto the young girl’s face. Waking her up in the morning to get ready for school.
he flashed me a shady glint,
as he curled his fingers into my waist
and wriggled them surreptitiously,
until sunlight poured through my earlobes
at the resonance of his amusement.
i’d take any discomfort
to see those cheeks
adorned with light
instead of grief,
the fire behind his eyes
heals every brand of wound.
Sunlight, it grows things, we live off it. But what is it really? Were does light come from? We think we know, but do we? Why does no one question this?
sunlight is bright, much needed and horrible at the same time. I’d much rather be freakishly pale than get some sort of skin cancer. What happened to the old days when pale was what everyone wanted?
I looked up and squinted my eyes. I’m one of the few people in the world not in love with sunlight. It hurts me. I would rather sit in the shade or walk in the rain or just stay out all night. I must be photosensitive or something.
Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, and there is dew on the grass and the air is just crisp enough, and the sun in shining in just the right way, I get this feeling. This feeling that I have woken up in some fairytale: beautiflu and strange. Woken up in the life that I wish I lived. The life where I am beautiful, and the world is beautiful, and there is no war, no pain, no fear, and everyone is in love.
But then I realize that utopia is not real.
Pouring in the window
Bathing our skin
Unashamed
We lie entwined in each other’s arms
Welcoming sunlight for a threesome
I used to love being outside. I used to love just sitting out in the sunlight in the beginning of the day and being with God. I loved to write and I loved to laugh, now both of those seem like foreign tasks. I can’t remember a time when I felt like I do now.
Sunlight… Lights the world, keeps us warm, gives us energy, makes life possible. It’s like you are to me. You light my world, keep me warm, give me energy, make my life possible.