Bronze. I was hoping it was going to be a colour actually, as I wanted to write about all the beautiful colours I saw today. It was such a beautiful day. So much sun, blue skies, butterflies everywhere. I watched a leaf cutter bee carve a perfect semi circle in a leaf and fly off with it. But I didn’t see any bronze.
is a colour that is metallic and brown, I guess. it can also be a medal, 3rd place. and statues, it’s a metal that you can make statues out of. it was also an age, after the stone age.
is a metal ,it is usually given at competition for the 3rd place. the olimpic winner tried to bite it to see if it is realand… it was made from chocolate to his big surprise! he was really angry!
Eating with these teeth, I found them in the safari zone… what are they made of? some sort of something rather, They are much stronger than my old teeth. I should have took better care of them. Tomorrow I’m going to find that place.
My mother bronzed my shoes when I was younger. She was never much one for my accomplishments or sentimental things. We didn’t have my prizes or awards hung all over the place when I grew up. I liked it that way. When I won medals in track, trophies from soccer tornaments I kept them in a box in my closet.
It is the medal that I would probably get if I was in the Olympics. The metals I always got when I was playing sports. It is the promise of victory, with the tinge of defeat. It is what I think the penny is, but isn’t. It’s copper.
The color tan. This reminds me of the beach. A sunset more specifically. Although I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because of the colour of my skin after the beach day is over and you are only left with a tan on your face to remeind you of a fun adventure.
There’s a gold medal waiting for me at the end of this race, and it is worth more than all the bronze in the world. You love to go for the jugular, don’t you you little bastard? Because you’re afraid of what I might do if you don’t stop me. Haul out the big guns and shoot me all you want, you are not bringing me down again.
the color of old ladies hanging on desperately to their youth, and the color of younger ones conveying how much younger and cooler they are than the rest of us who are naturally hued. Bronze says “I tried, I wasn’t the best, but I was out here trying. Where were you?”
Her expression was frozen, fixed. She strongly resembled a statue cast in bronze—mouth a perfect “o” in shock, eyes wider than most people could open them.
Bronze is the colour of many doorknobs. It has a very reflective quality about it. Maybe it’s so the people ringing your doorbell can make sure they have no pimples.
The medal dangled from my neck, shining in the thousands of stage lights trained on the platform. The stadium echoed with the clapping and shouts of millions of attendees.
bronze colored lines streaked along the outer edge oh her iris. The pupil dialated and passion filled the room so tightly that there was barely enough room to move.
There was a time when Indian athletes used to aim for bronze medals in any of the international Olympic meets but there are some of them who aim for gold and not silver or bronze. And guess what, they achieve their goal. Think positive. Thoughts become things.
story of my life… growing up, i never got first in competitions and rarely ever second, but i have an box stuffed with bronze, third place medals. it’s like i’m forever cursed to be good, but not great.
Bronze shines through flecks of greenery.
Your soft eyes encased, entangled by tired sunked lids.
They burn through me, see through my facade of unloving.
I still remember how they sting.
The beauty of the sheen along the arm of the chair beckoned me to it like no suggestion of “won’t you sit down”? ever would. I longed to stroke it’s lines, to feel the coolness of the metal against my arm.
I was pouting. My hands were shaking in anger. So close. I was so close. Just 0.2 seconds behind him. If only… I could have gotten the silver. I could have.
“Hey, Alex!”
I looked up. A photographer had his camera pointed to my face.
“Smile for the camera.”
And on that podium, even though my heart was aching, I faked a smile.
I be gettin bronze from my socal sun, and therefore I got some serious swag. When i put my bro tank on and get in my truck I tell my friends im about to get my bronze on. bronze, i may be but im sure as hell not third but first cuz im da man
bronze. might as well be the color of shit
her eyes said to me, not hesitating a bit
if you’re not first, why try
if you’re the worst, let it die
life is a competition
a bloodthirsty disposition
i hate it.
Bronze horsemen crashed the hooves of their beasts home as their golden Bactrian sabres rattled in Median saddles. Clouds of dust swept across the sky.
the way i wish i could be right now. i want summer glow. the sun in my eyes, the sand on my toes! i want warmth and fun and splashing. i want beach and mountains and sandals. i wish i were in california! take me there
driving 95 flipping off semis, because i’m without the boy that keeps me good
(he really isn’t all that far away, i just crawled out of his bed)
but this is the new one night stand, the kind that takes you past city limits
pt.2
i-love-you interpreted as “i understand you, & thank you for understanding me”
He was etched in bronze. A frozen figure painting a picture of the most honorable hero to ever walk the sweet grasses of Montana. “I still wanna know who killed him,” my best friend whispered to me as the tour guide ushered us through the rest of the museum. “Me too,” I replied, a plan already forming in my mind.
The rustic materials has dust covered in them. The crew was amazed by the treasure before them, all kinds of history that they have encountered.
“Remember all, nothing is worthless. A man’s trash becomes other people’s valuables”
Of coarse they did. All their lives they have been waiting to make this expedition come true, this thirst of knowledge finally has been quenched. They were people from all around the word striving towards the same goal: the hidden treasure of the fountain of youth. They have encountered many obstacles but managed to get through them without much difficulty.
This was an education experience, in search of knowledge and science for the greater good. That thought didn’t register at all in Nicholas’s mind, as his plan to sabotage the treasure was going perfectly.
medallions swing in the wind. i am thinking (of your hair?) i would not tell of you but
by the wind. i am sitting here, thinking.
please don’t leave my ship here sinking
Bronze. Again. Those eyes always appear in my dreams. Those eyes that shine brightly and the copper coins that jingle in those invisible pockets. Bronze, how I love that shade of brown.
Her skin was an awful bronze color, she had laid in the tanning bed to long. I didn’t understand how all the girls here did it. They all had perfect make up, too tan skin, straightened bleach blond hair. Was anyone in this superficial city unique?
A rusted cog, the caramel-hue of a scalding sunset, the locks of a brown-eyed beauty. Bronze, a metal and colour so often over-looked for its cheap, brittle brown.
OH lord, the light is here. Bronze and gleaming, it shins down and hits me like rain. It explodes off of me, it’s yellow, it is Jesus, it is mine. It is mine.
Stood tall as a statue built of broze, curled unfurled in the wind you were my adonis thought you only stood five foot six i could but reflect on every kiss and the feel of your hands upon my skin. oh darling. you’ll remember me and i’ll remember you and we will pull through, each in our own way and i’ve got nothing left to say
Bronze. I was hoping it was going to be a colour actually, as I wanted to write about all the beautiful colours I saw today. It was such a beautiful day. So much sun, blue skies, butterflies everywhere. I watched a leaf cutter bee carve a perfect semi circle in a leaf and fly off with it. But I didn’t see any bronze.
is a colour that is metallic and brown, I guess. it can also be a medal, 3rd place. and statues, it’s a metal that you can make statues out of. it was also an age, after the stone age.
is a metal ,it is usually given at competition for the 3rd place. the olimpic winner tried to bite it to see if it is realand… it was made from chocolate to his big surprise! he was really angry!
is a metal ,it is usually given at competition for the 3rd place
Eating with these teeth, I found them in the safari zone… what are they made of? some sort of something rather, They are much stronger than my old teeth. I should have took better care of them. Tomorrow I’m going to find that place.
either she fills the silence or i do
sometimes
we are quiet enough that my noise & hers does not intersect
(living in small spaces without headphones)
My mother bronzed my shoes when I was younger. She was never much one for my accomplishments or sentimental things. We didn’t have my prizes or awards hung all over the place when I grew up. I liked it that way. When I won medals in track, trophies from soccer tornaments I kept them in a box in my closet.
It is the medal that I would probably get if I was in the Olympics. The metals I always got when I was playing sports. It is the promise of victory, with the tinge of defeat. It is what I think the penny is, but isn’t. It’s copper.
The color tan. This reminds me of the beach. A sunset more specifically. Although I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s because of the colour of my skin after the beach day is over and you are only left with a tan on your face to remeind you of a fun adventure.
There’s a gold medal waiting for me at the end of this race, and it is worth more than all the bronze in the world. You love to go for the jugular, don’t you you little bastard? Because you’re afraid of what I might do if you don’t stop me. Haul out the big guns and shoot me all you want, you are not bringing me down again.
the color of old ladies hanging on desperately to their youth, and the color of younger ones conveying how much younger and cooler they are than the rest of us who are naturally hued. Bronze says “I tried, I wasn’t the best, but I was out here trying. Where were you?”
Her expression was frozen, fixed. She strongly resembled a statue cast in bronze—mouth a perfect “o” in shock, eyes wider than most people could open them.
Bronze is the colour of many doorknobs. It has a very reflective quality about it. Maybe it’s so the people ringing your doorbell can make sure they have no pimples.
The medal dangled from my neck, shining in the thousands of stage lights trained on the platform. The stadium echoed with the clapping and shouts of millions of attendees.
bronze colored lines streaked along the outer edge oh her iris. The pupil dialated and passion filled the room so tightly that there was barely enough room to move.
There was a time when Indian athletes used to aim for bronze medals in any of the international Olympic meets but there are some of them who aim for gold and not silver or bronze. And guess what, they achieve their goal. Think positive. Thoughts become things.
story of my life… growing up, i never got first in competitions and rarely ever second, but i have an box stuffed with bronze, third place medals. it’s like i’m forever cursed to be good, but not great.
Bronze shines through flecks of greenery.
Your soft eyes encased, entangled by tired sunked lids.
They burn through me, see through my facade of unloving.
I still remember how they sting.
The beauty of the sheen along the arm of the chair beckoned me to it like no suggestion of “won’t you sit down”? ever would. I longed to stroke it’s lines, to feel the coolness of the metal against my arm.
I was pouting. My hands were shaking in anger. So close. I was so close. Just 0.2 seconds behind him. If only… I could have gotten the silver. I could have.
“Hey, Alex!”
I looked up. A photographer had his camera pointed to my face.
“Smile for the camera.”
And on that podium, even though my heart was aching, I faked a smile.
I be gettin bronze from my socal sun, and therefore I got some serious swag. When i put my bro tank on and get in my truck I tell my friends im about to get my bronze on. bronze, i may be but im sure as hell not third but first cuz im da man
Shine or dull
bronze shit is all in my skull
my thoughts are gold
my mind is silver
bronze is sanity
just a sliver
your silver medal ruins me
corrosion deep down into my core
there is nothing else to say
even my words are made of only bronze
bronze. might as well be the color of shit
her eyes said to me, not hesitating a bit
if you’re not first, why try
if you’re the worst, let it die
life is a competition
a bloodthirsty disposition
i hate it.
Bronze horsemen crashed the hooves of their beasts home as their golden Bactrian sabres rattled in Median saddles. Clouds of dust swept across the sky.
the way i wish i could be right now. i want summer glow. the sun in my eyes, the sand on my toes! i want warmth and fun and splashing. i want beach and mountains and sandals. i wish i were in california! take me there
unfinished //
driving 95 flipping off semis, because i’m without the boy that keeps me good
(he really isn’t all that far away, i just crawled out of his bed)
but this is the new one night stand, the kind that takes you past city limits
pt.2
i-love-you interpreted as “i understand you, & thank you for understanding me”
\\ never finished
He was etched in bronze. A frozen figure painting a picture of the most honorable hero to ever walk the sweet grasses of Montana. “I still wanna know who killed him,” my best friend whispered to me as the tour guide ushered us through the rest of the museum. “Me too,” I replied, a plan already forming in my mind.
The rustic materials has dust covered in them. The crew was amazed by the treasure before them, all kinds of history that they have encountered.
“Remember all, nothing is worthless. A man’s trash becomes other people’s valuables”
Of coarse they did. All their lives they have been waiting to make this expedition come true, this thirst of knowledge finally has been quenched. They were people from all around the word striving towards the same goal: the hidden treasure of the fountain of youth. They have encountered many obstacles but managed to get through them without much difficulty.
This was an education experience, in search of knowledge and science for the greater good. That thought didn’t register at all in Nicholas’s mind, as his plan to sabotage the treasure was going perfectly.
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medallions swing in the wind. i am thinking (of your hair?) i would not tell of you but
by the wind. i am sitting here, thinking.
please don’t leave my ship here sinking
Bronze. Again. Those eyes always appear in my dreams. Those eyes that shine brightly and the copper coins that jingle in those invisible pockets. Bronze, how I love that shade of brown.
Your skin has bronzed from being scorched by the sun. The unshielded pores of your skin soaked it in and breathes its history. In and out and over.
Her skin was an awful bronze color, she had laid in the tanning bed to long. I didn’t understand how all the girls here did it. They all had perfect make up, too tan skin, straightened bleach blond hair. Was anyone in this superficial city unique?
The color of her skin in the summer because of all the time she spent outdoors
A rusted cog, the caramel-hue of a scalding sunset, the locks of a brown-eyed beauty. Bronze, a metal and colour so often over-looked for its cheap, brittle brown.
OH lord, the light is here. Bronze and gleaming, it shins down and hits me like rain. It explodes off of me, it’s yellow, it is Jesus, it is mine. It is mine.
Stood tall as a statue built of broze, curled unfurled in the wind you were my adonis thought you only stood five foot six i could but reflect on every kiss and the feel of your hands upon my skin. oh darling. you’ll remember me and i’ll remember you and we will pull through, each in our own way and i’ve got nothing left to say
AS she walked down the Gulf beach, her bronze skin shone in the sunlight as did her long blond hair.
Third. Age. Bitch to clean- don’t buy kitchenware made of it.