found under the definition of ambience.
The noir ambience is dominated by low-key lighting . . . and deep shadows, creating feelings of disorientation, loneliness and entrapment
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
By Blue Hour Magazine
I looked for her on the rooftops of Brooklyn,
the makeshift balconies of Manhattan,
and the subway in between.
On the mountaintops of Spain,
the ***** pubs of Dublin,
and every European train.
On southern country roads,
and the foothills of Tennessee,
and a lake house preserving childhood dreams.
In the classrooms of philosophers and mystics,
the offices of scholars,
and the garden of a Buddhist.
In a home painted yellow,
behind an ill-fitting apron,
and white picket fence.
In the cramped apartments of men who wrote,
and drank,
and beneath the sheets of those who understood.
On the folded pages of library books,
the texture of painted canvas,
and the sound of piano keys.
I looked for her through my bedroom window,
barefoot and hardly clothed,
not lonely, but alone.
I looked for her,
and did not find her,
but instead, created her.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
By Les Miserables
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung
No wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still I dream he'll come to me
That we'll live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.
Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 11:14 PM UTC