The cells in my body exploded all at once. Not literally exploded, obviously. Just..exploded with pain. It was incredibly painful and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I collapsed in a heap on my bed. Then the world went black.
Every cell in my body – was elated; now deflated. I know that feeling is fleeting. Again, the pattern is the same. With me first thinking that it would be different this time around. But it is not. Again.
cells make up who we are. they are our existence. they also bind us. the bind us physically. our bodies and our lives if we end up behind them. Cell have more power then we think.
cells in my body cells around the house, cork, the monk who invented cork because he was in a cell, move from one cell to another, like a game. half of this is a lie. or a quarter of the cell, or I’m getting mixed up, separation like oil and water. cells.
cells are in your body but what is their function? What do they do all day while inside you?is it like an amusement park, a roller coaster through your body?
a mushy white circle trapped inside a tube, with red walls, mushy, and soft. throbbing, as the teacher talks, science it thinks of, science. the thing that it loves most. It has no emotion it’s sad.
I heard the sound of metal clanking against metal. I walked into the room and looked around at all of the people behind bars. Men and women of all ages, faces dark, looking like there was no hope left. They knew they had done wrongs, but there was no going back now.
The cells were adjacent, and sound quality was fairy crystal. The message flowed down the block like proverbial water. Finally, word had arrived. It was time to get started.
The cumulative parts of ourselves. The bricks surrounding us. The mind capturing us, taunting us, tormenting us. No escape. Neverending. Never ceasing. Never leaving. No saviour, no shame. No hope. Too much.
reproduction, blocks, jail house, sqaure boxes, omg i spelled square wrong! time is ticking. I cant think of anything else about cells. Babies, tiny particles, oooh nooo………ANATOMY
I’ve got so many things to get done, I should start writing them down. It’s not that I’m being scatterbrained or lazy…there just seems to be too many things for me to keep track of lately. So tomorrow I will lay it all out in a mental spreadsheet…pouring endless task into numbered cells…the data that keeps my mind racing.
I have already had this one. Two seconds ago. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. LME. I have nothing more to say but my time keeps going, like evolving cells. And going… and going…
cells… cells are what make us exist, they’re pretty important. Plants have cells, humans have cells. I’m having a mindblank but did you know that cellphones do not contain the same kind of cells as plants? :O
The day we got our wii, I was excited and apprehensive. We are trying to save money, pay off debts, but our buddy gave us an amazing deal and a ton of games. Would we get carried away and spend all our money on games? It turns out those first two weeks we would spend more on batteries than anything.
The wii came with a sensor bar, as it should. Ours was different. It was a special, awesome, wireless one. Although we had a battery charger, we only had four rechargable batteries. Those went into the sensor bar, and we used regular batteries for the controllers. We told each other that we would go buy more chargeable ones, but we were always so desperate to make to the trip. We would be drunk and rushed, three, four, five in the morning, and would walk next door to the gas station to pick up batteries. They were generic brand, cheap yet overpriced, silver bullets that would not live up to our late night marathons.
We would switch batteries out of the remotes to put into the sensor bar, until those were done charging; move the ones from cameras into controllers; our batteries were homeless children being swapped from one foster home to another. We would play one player games, because we didn’t have enough for both controllers.
Life was better when we bought a new sensor bar. An older, wired model that our cat likes to attack.
Monkeys. What is there to say.? Humans come from them sure, but how could a cell so completely different create such a similar creature. Intelligence is just one of the genetic compoungs that carries through traits. So, we have to wonder, what happened to those poor monkeys.?
They are tiny and yet so perfect, and every being, every thing here on Earth is made up of them. My fat cells, and skin cells, working to keep my body warm and protected, are just some examples of the wonder of tiny biology. I am greatful.
She sat at the desk. The excel file open in front of her. All of the cells held different data but it all blended together. The only thing she could think about was last night and what happened. As he walked out the door she screamed at him to stop but he just slammed the door in her face. A tear runs down her face and she puts her cursor in the first cell and typed just one word. Cheater.
I will fly away from here. I am no longer by goverened by your lies. If an untruth is a token of your graditude then keep it. This is your game, I willl no longer play. I will wait slowly while you recover and rethink what you’ve done, you’ve hurt me deep
Cells are what our bodies are comprised of – living organisms… Plus, cells are where prisoners are held. Cells are also part of spreadsheets. There is a lot of things one can say about cells actually.
i dont like this one. i dont want to write about cells its gross to think about the inside of our body. but actually it shouldnt be because thats what keeps me alive. i want to stay alive. so actually thank you cells. im sorry i didnt want to write about you. i like you !!!
What are we but millions of cells? Or are we more? I think it’s the soul that does the rest of us. Not the skin, the hair, or breath. It’s the soul. The unimaginable, undefinable…thing. Soul.
I am caged in regression., constantly fall back in to the same routine. I wish day in and day out life was easier, a difference of feelings, destroyed us. We may of lost everything that mattered, i know we didnt win
I stared at them, fascinated. Each and every one of them had something unique, something special. They all behaved differently and were different. However one thing I found similar was how they all stared, how they all glared at me. Every day I am greeted by these eyes at the old Prison down the lane.
cells are little rooms that monks live in or prisoners. both read a lot. they are also the building blocks of natural life, including the human body. sometimes i like to think of my cells being inhabited by little monks who arrange my day to day tasks. however perhaps they are inhabited instead by prisoners who scratch the walls and claw to get out.
The cells of my body return and collide and disappear again, they are not mine but borrowed time, like a borrowed bike to ride around the town, they visit you and some friends, say hello, learn some things.
Then I happily get off my borrowed bike on my borrowed time and go home.
My cells vibrate, resonating with the sounds around me. It is the music that creates this convulsion of my soul, of every part of my being. It is the beauty of it that makes me long to cry and laugh at the same time, without ever knowin why. A revolution of the senses, it is all within me, and I am a part of it.
i already wrote about cells! but i’ll try and think of more stuff about them. last year in science class we learned a lot about cells; who came up with the idea of them, who progressed them, the different kinds of cells. now, i can’t remember any of it. hell, i barely remember any of the stuff i learned in THIS year’s science class. it was pretty different from cells; it was physics.
It’s like I’ve been locked up in this cell, waiting for you to come set me free. Every time I see you through the bars, I reach out to you, reach out for your hand. But you just turn and leave. You’re the reason I’m still trapped here. Rotting. Dying. Alone.
she’s dying. I know. My momma’s saying goodbye, but my story’s just beginning. She isn’t going to watch me become a momma too. These cancer cells just spread; they ruin momma, they ruin families, they ruin me. My despair and anger doubles, triples, quadruples, running through my veins and taking over, like the cancer in momma.
Yesterday’s certainty lies crumbled on the linoleum floor. You’re shattering the remains, sending pieces rocketing up into the empty future as you move your feet, recklessly dancing away from the wreckage. I’m still chained in my cell, voiceless.
Ai-kikikikiki, to took all cells was a growth unbeknownst to we, who had so a polar stance uptimed and lent without creed. Top top and collar without glee, you will find it stings a shade less than murder.
the body needs them in order to exist. without them we would be nothing, the smallest most simple thing adds up into something big and difficult. lots of chaos, but no order.
a part of the body, prison cells, sounds like it could be a slang word for cello players but that’s kind of odd.. ummmmm it sounds exactly the same as sells but has such a different meaning
hello my dear friend. I am Samuel, a student of Covenant University in Nigeria.
The cells in my body exploded all at once. Not literally exploded, obviously. Just..exploded with pain. It was incredibly painful and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I collapsed in a heap on my bed. Then the world went black.
Every cell in my body – was elated; now deflated. I know that feeling is fleeting. Again, the pattern is the same. With me first thinking that it would be different this time around. But it is not. Again.
cells make up who we are. they are our existence. they also bind us. the bind us physically. our bodies and our lives if we end up behind them. Cell have more power then we think.
cells in my body cells around the house, cork, the monk who invented cork because he was in a cell, move from one cell to another, like a game. half of this is a lie. or a quarter of the cell, or I’m getting mixed up, separation like oil and water. cells.
cells are in your body but what is their function? What do they do all day while inside you?is it like an amusement park, a roller coaster through your body?
a mushy white circle trapped inside a tube, with red walls, mushy, and soft. throbbing, as the teacher talks, science it thinks of, science. the thing that it loves most. It has no emotion it’s sad.
I heard the sound of metal clanking against metal. I walked into the room and looked around at all of the people behind bars. Men and women of all ages, faces dark, looking like there was no hope left. They knew they had done wrongs, but there was no going back now.
The cells were adjacent, and sound quality was fairy crystal. The message flowed down the block like proverbial water. Finally, word had arrived. It was time to get started.
blood
red
white circles
mushy
mashed potatoes
Mr. Devoe
sixth grade
Cameron Berge
Science textbook
human body
esophagus
The cumulative parts of ourselves. The bricks surrounding us. The mind capturing us, taunting us, tormenting us. No escape. Neverending. Never ceasing. Never leaving. No saviour, no shame. No hope. Too much.
reproduction, blocks, jail house, sqaure boxes, omg i spelled square wrong! time is ticking. I cant think of anything else about cells. Babies, tiny particles, oooh nooo………ANATOMY
I’ve got so many things to get done, I should start writing them down. It’s not that I’m being scatterbrained or lazy…there just seems to be too many things for me to keep track of lately. So tomorrow I will lay it all out in a mental spreadsheet…pouring endless task into numbered cells…the data that keeps my mind racing.
I have already had this one. Two seconds ago. Lame. Lame. Lame. Lame. LME. I have nothing more to say but my time keeps going, like evolving cells. And going… and going…
cells… cells are what make us exist, they’re pretty important. Plants have cells, humans have cells. I’m having a mindblank but did you know that cellphones do not contain the same kind of cells as plants? :O
Yeah, fact maestro. Ermm. hurry
The day we got our wii, I was excited and apprehensive. We are trying to save money, pay off debts, but our buddy gave us an amazing deal and a ton of games. Would we get carried away and spend all our money on games? It turns out those first two weeks we would spend more on batteries than anything.
The wii came with a sensor bar, as it should. Ours was different. It was a special, awesome, wireless one. Although we had a battery charger, we only had four rechargable batteries. Those went into the sensor bar, and we used regular batteries for the controllers. We told each other that we would go buy more chargeable ones, but we were always so desperate to make to the trip. We would be drunk and rushed, three, four, five in the morning, and would walk next door to the gas station to pick up batteries. They were generic brand, cheap yet overpriced, silver bullets that would not live up to our late night marathons.
We would switch batteries out of the remotes to put into the sensor bar, until those were done charging; move the ones from cameras into controllers; our batteries were homeless children being swapped from one foster home to another. We would play one player games, because we didn’t have enough for both controllers.
Life was better when we bought a new sensor bar. An older, wired model that our cat likes to attack.
Monkeys. What is there to say.? Humans come from them sure, but how could a cell so completely different create such a similar creature. Intelligence is just one of the genetic compoungs that carries through traits. So, we have to wonder, what happened to those poor monkeys.?
They are tiny and yet so perfect, and every being, every thing here on Earth is made up of them. My fat cells, and skin cells, working to keep my body warm and protected, are just some examples of the wonder of tiny biology. I am greatful.
She sat at the desk. The excel file open in front of her. All of the cells held different data but it all blended together. The only thing she could think about was last night and what happened. As he walked out the door she screamed at him to stop but he just slammed the door in her face. A tear runs down her face and she puts her cursor in the first cell and typed just one word. Cheater.
cells make up alot of the human body. cells are cool. without cells you wouldnt exist. bitch.
I will fly away from here. I am no longer by goverened by your lies. If an untruth is a token of your graditude then keep it. This is your game, I willl no longer play. I will wait slowly while you recover and rethink what you’ve done, you’ve hurt me deep
Cells are what our bodies are comprised of – living organisms… Plus, cells are where prisoners are held. Cells are also part of spreadsheets. There is a lot of things one can say about cells actually.
i dont like this one. i dont want to write about cells its gross to think about the inside of our body. but actually it shouldnt be because thats what keeps me alive. i want to stay alive. so actually thank you cells. im sorry i didnt want to write about you. i like you !!!
What are we but millions of cells? Or are we more? I think it’s the soul that does the rest of us. Not the skin, the hair, or breath. It’s the soul. The unimaginable, undefinable…thing. Soul.
I am caged in regression., constantly fall back in to the same routine. I wish day in and day out life was easier, a difference of feelings, destroyed us. We may of lost everything that mattered, i know we didnt win
I stared at them, fascinated. Each and every one of them had something unique, something special. They all behaved differently and were different. However one thing I found similar was how they all stared, how they all glared at me. Every day I am greeted by these eyes at the old Prison down the lane.
cells are little rooms that monks live in or prisoners. both read a lot. they are also the building blocks of natural life, including the human body. sometimes i like to think of my cells being inhabited by little monks who arrange my day to day tasks. however perhaps they are inhabited instead by prisoners who scratch the walls and claw to get out.
The cells of my body return and collide and disappear again, they are not mine but borrowed time, like a borrowed bike to ride around the town, they visit you and some friends, say hello, learn some things.
Then I happily get off my borrowed bike on my borrowed time and go home.
My cells vibrate, resonating with the sounds around me. It is the music that creates this convulsion of my soul, of every part of my being. It is the beauty of it that makes me long to cry and laugh at the same time, without ever knowin why. A revolution of the senses, it is all within me, and I am a part of it.
i already wrote about cells! but i’ll try and think of more stuff about them. last year in science class we learned a lot about cells; who came up with the idea of them, who progressed them, the different kinds of cells. now, i can’t remember any of it. hell, i barely remember any of the stuff i learned in THIS year’s science class. it was pretty different from cells; it was physics.
plant cells human cells little things part of the scientific dna traits cells or like jail cells where bad guys stay
It’s like I’ve been locked up in this cell, waiting for you to come set me free. Every time I see you through the bars, I reach out to you, reach out for your hand. But you just turn and leave. You’re the reason I’m still trapped here. Rotting. Dying. Alone.
she’s dying. I know. My momma’s saying goodbye, but my story’s just beginning. She isn’t going to watch me become a momma too. These cancer cells just spread; they ruin momma, they ruin families, they ruin me. My despair and anger doubles, triples, quadruples, running through my veins and taking over, like the cancer in momma.
Yesterday’s certainty lies crumbled on the linoleum floor. You’re shattering the remains, sending pieces rocketing up into the empty future as you move your feet, recklessly dancing away from the wreckage. I’m still chained in my cell, voiceless.
cells.
The cells exploded in a vision of colours and of blood when the witch fall from the edge of the stone mountain
The clang, the rattle of keys, the noise. Nothing is soft, everything is harsh and brutal. Shouting, the bare lights, the food, no cutlery.
Ai-kikikikiki, to took all cells was a growth unbeknownst to we, who had so a polar stance uptimed and lent without creed. Top top and collar without glee, you will find it stings a shade less than murder.
the body needs them in order to exist. without them we would be nothing, the smallest most simple thing adds up into something big and difficult. lots of chaos, but no order.
a part of the body, prison cells, sounds like it could be a slang word for cello players but that’s kind of odd.. ummmmm it sounds exactly the same as sells but has such a different meaning