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Unwinds didn't go out with a bang-they didn't even go out with a whimper. they went out with the silence of a candle flame pinched between two fingers.
You looked like you'd been trying to fade away. I thought you were a woman who needed to be seen.
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.
Firework test fizzled past like a misbegotten angel
What's gone is gone.
A brief life burns brightly.
The panic that had filled him was subsiding, perhaps having burned itself out.
The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I.
out. May propped the
Disappointment had to be postponed, hope kept alive as long as possible;
Maybe I really had been meant to fade away.
To be able to shine brightly, ones light must first fade.
The sentence, having fumbled to a petering end, she too left.
And now that the Fade was upon him, he was resigned to his death.
Relaxed, I lit a spliff.
smouldering away in a fit of impotent rage
And with that, the future I had imagined, the one just about to be realized, the culmination of decades of striving, evaporated.
promising!) was oddly disappointing, but what happened
Utterly, irrevocably, lost
I had it all and blew it.
I faded away for a while out of necessity.
was forgotten and neglected.
just walked away.Walked-- Lora Leigh
Flushed with the explosive shit of a sumo wrestler who ate Mexican food.
The passions do not die out; they burn out.
The shimmering bubbles of happiness that had been floating all around me popped one by one, the whole breathlessness of our summer becoming nothing more than old soap on a stained industrial carpet.
Like a brilliant shooting star, she had almost reached her zenith when her light was extinguished.
I started to sink like the moon tends to do if you stare at it too long Then you blink and it's gone
The fountain has not played itself out, the Flame still shines, the River still flows, the Spring still bubbles forth, the Light has not faded. But between us and It, there is a veil which is more like fifty feet of solid concrete. Deus absconditus. Or we have absconded.
The fetters have burst
You watched me burn, now watch me rise from the ashes
A spark neglected makes a mighty fire.
She was disappearing a little more each day, so thin, so frail, a wisp of smoke. One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her.
Subdued. Maybe that was what depression dipped in false cheer looked like.
Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened.
All the bloomy flush of life is fled.
glowered, and she returned
All her excitement had seeped away, leaving behind a terrible sadness, an emptiness that felt violent, as if she'd been gouged.
Suddenly, despite all the fun she'd had, Azzah felt down. Watching the champagne bubbles sparkle and fizz in her glass, she realized by tomorrow all the bubbles would be gone, and she'd have to go back to her flat, dull, fizz-less life.
At first I was iridescent, then I became transparent, finally I was absent
Hope, that fragile tiny feather of a thing, flew away.
Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
She fell in love with an extinct volcano.
The happiness that is derived from excitement is like a brilliant fire- soon it will go out.
Hope sold, of course, and well; it was the corn syrup of existence, fast burning and addictive.
Wavering and burning like a golden lie.
You see it dying, you feel helpless while it fades,
You tend to lose hope lest you forget, a ripple is all, and that's all it takes...#MyExperiencewith498A
From a small spark, Great flame has risen.
I came, I saw, I blew chunks.
Into the air, and what seemed corporal Melted as breath into the wind. Would they had stayed.
Do I dazzle you?
was dark and no more inviting
Let a sweltering heat... love... rose up relentlessly.
Gone - flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun From the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart.
I lowered my towel and saw that though my body was still firm, the glow of youth was about to fade. The sparkle in my eyes had all but deadened.
What happened to goodbye?
Gone
She had only meant
to go to sleep
but the sea;
it rocked her
and in its waves
she drowned
in a sadness
so sweet
it engulfed her
(4:22AM)
Dinted
dimpled wimpled
his mind wandered down echoing corridors of
assonance and alliteration ever further and further from the
point. He was enamoured with the beauty of words.
Over. Done. Gone.-- Wen Spencer
Although I didn't write myself off as a complete failure, all illusion and romance was gone. I was no longer able to inflate myself; I had disappointed my own expectations and was genuinely worried about dying in the streets.
It's better to burn out than fade away.
The image is dead! Long live the sensation.
The spoken word vanished with the wind. Likewise, the unrecorded life disappears as if it never existed.
For some actors, their star shines brightly and fizzles out. My star doesn't shine that brightly, but it buzzes along. Hopefully, that means it will last longer.
Those who tried to fill the void with passion, were engulfed by it's flames.
The fire which seems extinguished often slumbers beneath the ashes.
Renewed hope followed renewed effort: It shone like the former for some weeks, then, like it, faded, flickered: Not a line, not a word reached me. When half a year wasted in vain expectancy, my hope died out, and then I felt dark indeed.
Faded way too long, I'm floatin in and out of consciousness
mashed into a casserole of wreckage that still smoked and burned.
and now, their great love, in which she dwelt immersed, seemed to dwindle beneath her, like the waters that vanish into the bed of the river, and she could see the mud.
A slow trickle of lust crawled painfully down the parched gully of desire, and ended feebly in dry fumbling lechery.
On the slightest touch the unsupported fabric of their pride and power fell to the ground. The expiring senate displayed a sudden lustre, blazed for a moment, and was extinguished for ever.
The moment indifference took over, life began to subside. Few men rose out of it: most lost all impulse toward activity and ended by offering death at least a halfhearted welcome.
I panicked.
I farted.
I shrieked in humiliation.
Wick to be certain it was entirely extinguished. Energy like your energy.
The clerk in the Tank involuntarily applauded. Becoming immediately sensible of the impropriety, he poked the fire, and extinguished the last frail spark for ever.
I'm disappointed about how my career ended.
My candle was nearly burnt out, when, by the glimmer of the half-extinguished light, I saw the dull yellow eye of the creature open.
The house was on fire," i greeted them tersely. "In case you're interested."
they both glanced up overhead as if to make sure the house was still standing. Fang sniffed, smelling the smoke.
It's out, right?" he said
He was flabbergasted. That was the best word. His flabber had been thoroughly gasted.
Had she allowed the flame to burn so low it was now in danger of complete extinction?
It is all gone, though Peter. All of it is gone! And there is no way to get it back.
'Eat,' said Leo Matienne again, very gently.
Peter looked the truth of what he had lost full in the face.
And then he ate.
Question was gone, tossed onto the pile of lost chances that made up Before.
I clung to that spark of hope,
nurturing it into a small flame that
chased some of the shadows in my heart
away.
In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.
She fell asleep like a flame being extinguished.
The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.
disposition, seemed
As he left the heating
I depleted myself to the point where I had nothing left.
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.
That ghost of a smile fell away and receded and finally faded.
There are seaons when our passions have slept so long that we know not whether they still exist in us. So does flax forget that it is combustible when the fire is away from it.
She left a lingering smudge of smoke on the sky, and two vanishing trails of foam on the water.
Looked a lost, pathetic thing, like all old letters; the moment it had matched had gone so long ago.
It flamed like a star that leaping from the firmament sears the dark air with intolerable light.
flared out at the bottom. She wore so
The start and unexpected miracle of a night fades out with the lingering death of the last starts and the premature birth of the first newsboys. The flame retreats to some remote and platonic fire; the white heat has gone from the iron and the glow from the coal.
What happened to your tan.
Winter broke off, finally, a long ash crumbling at the end of a cigarette, burned out, weak and emptied.