He wore a blue baseball cap. Blue and green to be specific. It was Blue all over except for the latch in the back, that part was green. He hardly ever took It off. Only during the national anthem, the pledge of alliegence and during showers. It suited him well, making him look 17 instead 15. Which, by maturity he was. He didn’t tell dumb perverted jokes with the other boys, or chase after girls all the time. No, he mostly kept to himself and twisted that cap around his head
There’s a wonderful photo of my mother and youngest brother, taken in a photo booth in the early 1950s . . . they are both looking askance, wearing little brimmed caps.
when i think of him, i remember his bright blue cap he always wore. cerulean blue, my favorite shade of blue, just like his eyes. god i love him, and those eyes. that stupid cap haunts me.
I always lose the caps to my markers. Like ALWAYS. It’s not even funny. I swear, half of my markers at home have either different colored caps or are all dried out from like not having a cap for years. I used to have a perfect set of markers, all lined up in rainbow order, but not, oh god, everything is screwed up. The red on the blue and the blue on the green and others that have lost everything along the way. But really, it doesn’t matter I guess. Because as long as there IS a cap, I will be happy. I don’t care what color, just freakin’ keep the caps on the markers.
THERE was a cap on the ground, covered in rust and bent inwards around the edges from the constant sharing done by feet covered boots, heels, flops, barren, tennis shoes and all those consumer driven products used to soften our feet and destroy handmade now earth eroding products…
You twist is off a bottle, you put it on your head, you push it on a can, it’s sometimes called a lid. A cao is a wonderful thing for keeping articles in place and for shading your skin on your face.
Cap it off. The whiskey poured into the glass. It shimmered as it drifted across the ice. Its consistency showing lines like fat or glycerin. Her mouth watered. It needed the burn. The raw feeling in the throat followed by the enveloping warmness as the liquor took effect.
capstone, bottle cap, graduation cap, so many things are associated with just the simple word cap. I don’t like caps, but I do like hats; funny how all caps are hats, but not all hats are caps!
The black cap on that pepsi bottle was tightlt sealed. The girl tried her hardest to uncap the pepsi bottle but she couldnt. She felt so thirsty she couldnt believe it. how could the cap on that pepsi bottle be sealed so tightly.
the cap was blue and orange. I wish i had one like it. Sometimes caps can hide the truth. Like a mirror. Mirrors can show the outside, but not the inside. The cap can do the same, kind of. It hides what you’re thinking. Actually your skull does that. Nobody can see what you’re thinking anyway. You hide your thoughts by speaking lies. But the cap can make you look pretty. Or scary. Or whatever you want. All a perfect lie. Take the cap off; now who are you?
There is an ice cap living near the northern part of Canada. It is slowly melting. Disappearing into the sea. No longer a safe place for polar bears. Will it disappear … forever? Or will climate change reverse and slowly recreate the ice cap. Who knows? Who cares…do you?
Just shut up. It’s all I could think as she continued to ramble to me about all of her drama. Could you just closed someone’s mouth like a bottle. Because her rambles were becoming as flat as old soda.
I took off the cap as I exited the car and into the hot, 85 degree weather. The car drove off, and I felt sweet relief as my parents inside departed. I stood around for a few minutes, and watched as a body as broken as mine emerged from the glass and metal doors. After the long nights of messaging and tearstained phonecalls, we meet in those streets and embraced the withered shells of each others’ bodies. Our limbs and minds wrapped into one, and in that moment, we were infinite.
as she replaced the cap of her pen, she realizes what she is doing. she is now following her dreams. she is no longer as worried about soccer practice or ballet lessons. she is coming into her own. she is following her dreams. then, she takes the cap off..theres work to be done.
I wore a ball cap for the first and last time that day. I never looked good in them. Hated them even. But there was this girl, you see, and she liked baseball. She said I’d look cute in a cap. So, I did what anyone would have done.
Cap. Cap and gown. I just graduated. It’s the end of the school year and the beginning of my new life. My college life. I’m excited but I’m scared. I’m happy but I’m sad. Nothing will be the same from now on. After this graduation day, after the open houses have passed, after the last fun-filled vacation with friends has been taken, it will be the end of my relationships as I know them. No longer will I be close to my “besties”. Instead, we will become a little more than strangers, connected by Skype conversations and Facebook notifications. And it all starts once I toss my cap… what a melancholy occasion graduation has become.
Could it be? She rummaged through the assortment of junk in her attic. It was teal and dotted with specks of dust. Yes, it was his cap, from that summer.
Oh, how she missed him.
I pop the cap off a brand new marker. Sitting on the bleachers, I am oblivious that gym class has indeed ended 15 minutes ago, and I’m now sitting in the middle of an 11th grade lecture instead of my own. As my words flow and my mind rushes to finish my last sentence in such a way that the entire poem isn’t a total cliffhanger, the cap to my brand new marker- in my favorite color- slips in between the cracks of the bleachers and into oblivion.
He wore a backwards baseball cap last night. We had never seen him in something like that and it looked really good. He denied it but I think he liked that we liked it. It brought the 90’s outfit together and I think we convinced him to continue wearing caps like that.
if every single person in the entire world smiled at the same exact time and held that smile for eternity, the world would be a brighter place and we would all have far more friends than enemies. lifes too short, smile!
Cap. That’s the nickname for Captain America. That’s what his friends call him. I wish I was captain America’s friend. Then I’d say “Hey, Cap! How’s it going?” And he would always respond with a wink and a smile and say “John, I’m doing just dandy. And you?” Oh, Cap. How I lament that we are not friends.
The baseball player shimmied the bad, twisted his feet and sunk into his position. His lip protruding out slight dip firmly in place he squeezes a line of spit out of his mouth cascading toward the red dirt of home plate. He eyes the pitcher and awaits the wind up. The pitcher twists his cap on tight and reels back and comes forward releasing the ball like a bullet.
its on the top of the head,it can be maNY COLORS AND FABRICS..it can b small or large depending on the size of the head..sewn ,knitted,chrocheted ,,stocking ,beanie flap cap ,
My friend wears on all the time. She loves it. She may get teased about it but it never stops here from wearing it. It is something personal for her and she will do whatever she likes. There are many uses for a cap. Let’s say its a sunny day out and you dont want to get your face burnt. cap.
when i got to baseball games, i expect all of the players to wear a baseball cap. i find it odd when they don’t. it’s like they’re defying the rules of baseball, you have to wear the cap!
the cap is green. its so perfectly rounds and has a button on top. people wear it to baseball games and it covers their faces. I remember goign to my first baseball game. I was in the marching band. it was really fun. i played the saxophone. it was amazing. i love food. they have hot dogs. i didn’t eat them though. i just walked around
She wore it everywhere. It was her best friend, and she knew it like the back of her hand – or head. It made her feel like she was safe no matter where she was. If she pulled it down over her eyes, she didn’t have to see the dark streets or the scary people. She could just keep walking, as long as she wore her cap. One day, the wind swept it from her head, and she turned around to find it, looking past all of the people around her. Running for her cap, she learned courage.
Cap. A fine piece of latex nestled tightly on my head as the water brushes past. I’m enclosed and yet, free to wander; to fight, to finish. Just hope I don’t lose it.
Blank. I don’t understand why but when I’m in a good mood, my imagination caps out. It’s bottled in and needs to have a nice shake to show any promise. This is the folly in my life, I think. The fact that I’m usually in a great mood stunts my writing growth. I don’t want to force myself to come up with magic! Do I?
He wore a blue baseball cap. Blue and green to be specific. It was Blue all over except for the latch in the back, that part was green. He hardly ever took It off. Only during the national anthem, the pledge of alliegence and during showers. It suited him well, making him look 17 instead 15. Which, by maturity he was. He didn’t tell dumb perverted jokes with the other boys, or chase after girls all the time. No, he mostly kept to himself and twisted that cap around his head
There’s a wonderful photo of my mother and youngest brother, taken in a photo booth in the early 1950s . . . they are both looking askance, wearing little brimmed caps.
Cap: Not quite sure what to write. To me this word means hat and thats about it. Not sure what else to think and thats all i got for tonite(:
The top of my drink. It slows the process, spinning left before I can gulp. Though it does keep more liquid inside for me to drink.
when i think of him, i remember his bright blue cap he always wore. cerulean blue, my favorite shade of blue, just like his eyes. god i love him, and those eyes. that stupid cap haunts me.
I always lose the caps to my markers. Like ALWAYS. It’s not even funny. I swear, half of my markers at home have either different colored caps or are all dried out from like not having a cap for years. I used to have a perfect set of markers, all lined up in rainbow order, but not, oh god, everything is screwed up. The red on the blue and the blue on the green and others that have lost everything along the way. But really, it doesn’t matter I guess. Because as long as there IS a cap, I will be happy. I don’t care what color, just freakin’ keep the caps on the markers.
THERE was a cap on the ground, covered in rust and bent inwards around the edges from the constant sharing done by feet covered boots, heels, flops, barren, tennis shoes and all those consumer driven products used to soften our feet and destroy handmade now earth eroding products…
You twist is off a bottle, you put it on your head, you push it on a can, it’s sometimes called a lid. A cao is a wonderful thing for keeping articles in place and for shading your skin on your face.
Cap it off. The whiskey poured into the glass. It shimmered as it drifted across the ice. Its consistency showing lines like fat or glycerin. Her mouth watered. It needed the burn. The raw feeling in the throat followed by the enveloping warmness as the liquor took effect.
capstone, bottle cap, graduation cap, so many things are associated with just the simple word cap. I don’t like caps, but I do like hats; funny how all caps are hats, but not all hats are caps!
The black cap on that pepsi bottle was tightlt sealed. The girl tried her hardest to uncap the pepsi bottle but she couldnt. She felt so thirsty she couldnt believe it. how could the cap on that pepsi bottle be sealed so tightly.
Cap.
Creative Arts Programme?
No. Just “Cap”
Like a hat?
Precisely.
Perhaps sometimes we do over-think things.
And it makes the world tangled and confusing, too much for our understanding.
Cap.
Just a cap?
Just a cap.
the cap was blue and orange. I wish i had one like it. Sometimes caps can hide the truth. Like a mirror. Mirrors can show the outside, but not the inside. The cap can do the same, kind of. It hides what you’re thinking. Actually your skull does that. Nobody can see what you’re thinking anyway. You hide your thoughts by speaking lies. But the cap can make you look pretty. Or scary. Or whatever you want. All a perfect lie. Take the cap off; now who are you?
There is an ice cap living near the northern part of Canada. It is slowly melting. Disappearing into the sea. No longer a safe place for polar bears. Will it disappear … forever? Or will climate change reverse and slowly recreate the ice cap. Who knows? Who cares…do you?
Just shut up. It’s all I could think as she continued to ramble to me about all of her drama. Could you just closed someone’s mouth like a bottle. Because her rambles were becoming as flat as old soda.
I took off the cap as I exited the car and into the hot, 85 degree weather. The car drove off, and I felt sweet relief as my parents inside departed. I stood around for a few minutes, and watched as a body as broken as mine emerged from the glass and metal doors. After the long nights of messaging and tearstained phonecalls, we meet in those streets and embraced the withered shells of each others’ bodies. Our limbs and minds wrapped into one, and in that moment, we were infinite.
as she replaced the cap of her pen, she realizes what she is doing. she is now following her dreams. she is no longer as worried about soccer practice or ballet lessons. she is coming into her own. she is following her dreams. then, she takes the cap off..theres work to be done.
I wore a ball cap for the first and last time that day. I never looked good in them. Hated them even. But there was this girl, you see, and she liked baseball. She said I’d look cute in a cap. So, I did what anyone would have done.
Cap. Cap and gown. I just graduated. It’s the end of the school year and the beginning of my new life. My college life. I’m excited but I’m scared. I’m happy but I’m sad. Nothing will be the same from now on. After this graduation day, after the open houses have passed, after the last fun-filled vacation with friends has been taken, it will be the end of my relationships as I know them. No longer will I be close to my “besties”. Instead, we will become a little more than strangers, connected by Skype conversations and Facebook notifications. And it all starts once I toss my cap… what a melancholy occasion graduation has become.
I swear that I’ve seen that cap before -said the girl to the man.
-Yes m’am, I’m sure you have- said him smiling
Could it be? She rummaged through the assortment of junk in her attic. It was teal and dotted with specks of dust. Yes, it was his cap, from that summer.
Oh, how she missed him.
I pop the cap off a brand new marker. Sitting on the bleachers, I am oblivious that gym class has indeed ended 15 minutes ago, and I’m now sitting in the middle of an 11th grade lecture instead of my own. As my words flow and my mind rushes to finish my last sentence in such a way that the entire poem isn’t a total cliffhanger, the cap to my brand new marker- in my favorite color- slips in between the cracks of the bleachers and into oblivion.
Amazing. To love with not hesitation. To touch the heart without the limit of societies guidelines.
He wore a backwards baseball cap last night. We had never seen him in something like that and it looked really good. He denied it but I think he liked that we liked it. It brought the 90’s outfit together and I think we convinced him to continue wearing caps like that.
I Love caps you can pu them on your head and keep the sun of your head helpful huh.
if every single person in the entire world smiled at the same exact time and held that smile for eternity, the world would be a brighter place and we would all have far more friends than enemies. lifes too short, smile!
I put the cap to the now open marker on the bleachers next to me. “Fuck you”, it said as it fell between the cracks. “Fuck you.”
Cap. That’s the nickname for Captain America. That’s what his friends call him. I wish I was captain America’s friend. Then I’d say “Hey, Cap! How’s it going?” And he would always respond with a wink and a smile and say “John, I’m doing just dandy. And you?” Oh, Cap. How I lament that we are not friends.
The baseball player shimmied the bad, twisted his feet and sunk into his position. His lip protruding out slight dip firmly in place he squeezes a line of spit out of his mouth cascading toward the red dirt of home plate. He eyes the pitcher and awaits the wind up. The pitcher twists his cap on tight and reels back and comes forward releasing the ball like a bullet.
its on the top of the head,it can be maNY COLORS AND FABRICS..it can b small or large depending on the size of the head..sewn ,knitted,chrocheted ,,stocking ,beanie flap cap ,
My friend wears on all the time. She loves it. She may get teased about it but it never stops here from wearing it. It is something personal for her and she will do whatever she likes. There are many uses for a cap. Let’s say its a sunny day out and you dont want to get your face burnt. cap.
when i got to baseball games, i expect all of the players to wear a baseball cap. i find it odd when they don’t. it’s like they’re defying the rules of baseball, you have to wear the cap!
the cap is green. its so perfectly rounds and has a button on top. people wear it to baseball games and it covers their faces. I remember goign to my first baseball game. I was in the marching band. it was really fun. i played the saxophone. it was amazing. i love food. they have hot dogs. i didn’t eat them though. i just walked around
She wore it everywhere. It was her best friend, and she knew it like the back of her hand – or head. It made her feel like she was safe no matter where she was. If she pulled it down over her eyes, she didn’t have to see the dark streets or the scary people. She could just keep walking, as long as she wore her cap. One day, the wind swept it from her head, and she turned around to find it, looking past all of the people around her. Running for her cap, she learned courage.
graduation. the end of one thing and the start of something else. you put it on, walk across a stage, get a piece of paper, and go on in your life.
Cap. A fine piece of latex nestled tightly on my head as the water brushes past. I’m enclosed and yet, free to wander; to fight, to finish. Just hope I don’t lose it.
Cap it off.
Cap it off with a kiss.
A simple peck of the cheek or a wave in the air…
A sweet held whisper or a silent embrace…
Cap it off with something.
Something that will make you always want more.
Blank. I don’t understand why but when I’m in a good mood, my imagination caps out. It’s bottled in and needs to have a nice shake to show any promise. This is the folly in my life, I think. The fact that I’m usually in a great mood stunts my writing growth. I don’t want to force myself to come up with magic! Do I?
Cap cap cap. I just shot three times, but what did I shoot? Did I “pop a cap in his ass” or did I throw a soda cap. Am I wearing a cap? Cap cap crap.
As she walked out the door, she passed by a hat; the hat of her late husband. Having no children, she was sometimes lonely and felt his presence.