She gripped the iron bar in her hand tightly, swallowing as she peeked around the corner. Taking a deep breath in she dashed around it, pressing herself against a dark wall silently.
Then, arms wrapped around her and a voice whispered in her ear, breathy and hoarse, “Oh, it looks like I found you Neko-chan.”
She couldn’t move.
Iron. Theres nothing I can say about it. Except for the time I accidentally got burned with one. The iron, so hot, so painful……I have scars. Scars from you. Internally. When you left me……It was painful. Nothing can compare to the pain of loneliness, and depression. Nothing, nothing at all. Not even the hot sting of the iron against my bare skin…
Tastes like iron, red like wine. You stretch out lazy next to me and sigh like you’ve never been more satisfied in your life. You look at me with dark hooded eyes. I’m already gone, it’s too late to stop it now.
You can use a flat iron to straighten your hair, iron is also a strong metal and something found in our bodies. all 3 of these things are different. But now i have no idea what to write so. im done.
an iron is a thing that you use to make creases come out of clothes. I don’t really like ironing but I’ll do it if I need ironing to be done with my clothes. I don’t know how irons work, but I find them very cool when I need clothes clean and nice. Ironing boards with creases in make me laugh, they’re so ironic, which is funny because Ironic has the word Iron in it. How peculiar. I don’t really know what else to say about irons – other than I guess that the metal part is made out of iron. I know it’s really frowned upon to iron your hair also, because it burns it and is used a lot in comedy films.
The blood dripping from her mouth was supposedly iron. That’s what the scientists said after all. She couldn’t make much judgement about alloys and minerals and elements and the like but she did know one thing. It was salty … And invigorating. Lapping up the rest of it from the edges of her coarse lips she set out, following the scent of iron and blood.
standing up watching my new step mom walk down the aisle in a beautiful dress that trails her with about two feet i somehow manage nerves of iron
on the outside at least
on the inside i’m a frightened child
been told so many stories as to how my father and my sisters have gotten to this moment
i don’t know what to believe
so i smile and wave
the resentment i had for the lady has now melted to respect
for i have no solid proof to hate her
but a mist all the emotions
my depression has reached a sick mania
one twisted and hell bent on cohering me to believe tales of why i’m unworthy of the life i have
i must not lie, i probably am not
the medications are in the mail but that alone will not calm me
so for now i stand watching her get walked down the aisle by her eldest son
it’s beautiful and i’m so happy to be a part of it
but my mind wants to drift to much darker place
somehow i’ll manage to keep my nerves of iron
and keep my delusions mildly discussed
Iron is an important metal and also very important for our body’s needs. but Iron as in the metal and iron that we need to stay healthy are not the same thing. Iron as in the metal are used in building.
iron man is robert downey junior. He is so cool, i love him.
Iron is a metal too. It is very strong.
I can’t think of anything else to write now so yeah thats it.
It’s a heavy metal, made from an ore. It looks kind of orange and can be made in to all. Wrought gates of iron often spring to mind but that’s not even nearly all this metal has to offer.
some people flat iron their hair. others iron their clothes. i, however, do neither. I am a tad bit of a slob and I don’t take as much care of my appearance as I should. Some might view it as a dilemma. I view it as just me being me.
A weighty metal, heavy in the hand and dullness betraying its use. One never speaks of iron poetically, yet we know of all of its uses. An iron-grip, iron weapons, iron glare. Hardness unforgiving. Iron is weight and strength and permanency.
iron and wine. i am not made of iron but perhaps tonight i will be made of wine, though more likely something stronger. iron out my limbs and organs and lay them flat to dry, see what they are made of and pick them apart. flattened empathy dipped in moonbeams and dripping over yellow lines in the middle of the street
Hard as iron. That’s what Alison had come here to be. She had learned from the best and gone though training that still gave her nightmares, but she stood now strong and defiant against the world. She wasn’t sure that she was hard as iron yet, but she was damn well harder than she had been as a weeping child. She let her jacket fly off her shoulders as she looked down at the city below her–a mishmash of tangled Christmas lights. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with cold air as she cracked her knuckles. Then she exhaled sharply, forcing her lungs to contract. Empty and hollow, Alison took a step off of the edge of the building. The lights swirled around her now like a golden stream as she fell, dark hair whipping at her face. She tried to keep track of them, to count each ring of lights as they passed.
She crossed her arms as she allowed her eyes to close for a moment, failing to draw breath from the air that cut at her face. Then she felt the line at the end of her foot go taut. Her dark eyes opened as she curled into a ball, unhooking the line from her foot as she crashed through the buildings of the window.
And the blow came down like an iron fist. It’s not so much painful in physicality but to know that she has abandoned all sense of care for me that stings the most. I know I screwed up, but that was just uncalled for.
My bones were strong as steel; my heart, even stronger.
My skin was made of iron; my eyes, even darker.
And then you brought the rain, and washed away the color
The rust will last forever. The pain, even longer.
My mom always irons things for me and I always imagine the warm colors and feels of the lights in my parents’ bedroom as she would do it. My parents don’t sleep in the same room anymore. I really miss them. I live
My bones were as strong as steel; my heart, even stronger.
My skin was made of iron; my eyes, even darker.
And then you brought the rain, and washed away the color
The rust will last forever. The pain, even longer.
My heart was like a lump of col iron. Sitting there, freezing the rest of my body. The col metallic lump was infecting the rest of my body and slowly crippling me. My hear was iron and I was losing the ability to feel. So cold, so frigid.
He was pumping iron, simultaneously inflating his ego for her. You know, THAT girl. Meanwhile, she was laying spread eagle on another man’s mattress, enticing him to come back to bed.
Iron is an element on the periodic table, but due to its definition, it has now taken on different meanings. Of course, it can be used scientifically, as it literally should be, but it is also used as an adjective. Due to the characteristics of iron – its toughness and strength – it can be used to describe various things; an ‘iron heart’, or an ‘iron spirit’; it is now used to make something sound stronger and more courageous.
The iron was cold, as was the air surrounding him. It was a chilling day, with the sky as grey as the eyes of his fallen friends. With one swift blow from the sword, he could end this war. But why? What comes after? It’s all over at this point. When you have nothing left to defend…why defend anything at all.
“I’ll forge you a blade the like of which has never been seen.” “Though it be made of iron, my skill will make it light as mythril, as hard as adamantium and as lustrous as gold.”
iron man was always one of his favorite superheroes. he had the good looks, he had the money, he had the ladies and the fame and the adventure and all of the things that really mattered in the world. but over time, he changed. iron man did too. they weren’t so naive anymore, so carefree and full of fun. he became full of the pressures of being a superhero; he became downtrodden with life. but one day he cleared out his old apartment, and he found iron man, and he smiled.
He was working hard, his muscles bulging from his skin, as they could hardly be contained. Veins stood out, blue and red against the tight skin as he attempted to pry the two huge iron doors apart from each other, yelling in protest like a wounded animal.
Der Iron Man trägt eine schwere Rüstung. Er ist ständig in Gefahr zu verrosten oder unter dem ganzen Eisen einzubrechen. Er ist eine Art Ritter Rost, allerdings ohne amüsant zu sein. Er hat es ein paar Male mit Witzen über sich selbst versucht, aber der einzige, der darüber lachte, war er selbst.
Pans used during camping when I was a kid, Mom would cook wonderful bacon and eggs in the iron pan. The scent would wake us up out of our deep slumber in our snugly sleeping bags.
I have recently started to pump iron. Years ago I thought that was unfeminine. A couple of pounds, OK – but now I am lifting ten to twelve pounds in each hand. It feels good and it feels good to know that at my age I can still improve and get stronger.
the inner core of the earth is made of mostly metal alloys, iron in particular. because iron is so dense, it gradually sinks deeper and deeper into the earth creating layers of different rock and metal (in order of density) until hitting the core. normally it would be pure liquid since it’s so goddamn hot in the center of the earth but due to the high amount of pressure the core is actually a solid.
iron is a very boring word. it doesnt mean much. all it is a piece of metal that i learned about in chemistry class. there is not much that comes to my head when i think of iron. it rusts. i know that. many things are made from iron. you find it in nature. nature is beautiful.
She gripped the iron bar in her hand tightly, swallowing as she peeked around the corner. Taking a deep breath in she dashed around it, pressing herself against a dark wall silently.
Then, arms wrapped around her and a voice whispered in her ear, breathy and hoarse, “Oh, it looks like I found you Neko-chan.”
She couldn’t move.
Iron. Theres nothing I can say about it. Except for the time I accidentally got burned with one. The iron, so hot, so painful……I have scars. Scars from you. Internally. When you left me……It was painful. Nothing can compare to the pain of loneliness, and depression. Nothing, nothing at all. Not even the hot sting of the iron against my bare skin…
Tastes like iron, red like wine. You stretch out lazy next to me and sigh like you’ve never been more satisfied in your life. You look at me with dark hooded eyes. I’m already gone, it’s too late to stop it now.
You can use a flat iron to straighten your hair, iron is also a strong metal and something found in our bodies. all 3 of these things are different. But now i have no idea what to write so. im done.
an iron is a thing that you use to make creases come out of clothes. I don’t really like ironing but I’ll do it if I need ironing to be done with my clothes. I don’t know how irons work, but I find them very cool when I need clothes clean and nice. Ironing boards with creases in make me laugh, they’re so ironic, which is funny because Ironic has the word Iron in it. How peculiar. I don’t really know what else to say about irons – other than I guess that the metal part is made out of iron. I know it’s really frowned upon to iron your hair also, because it burns it and is used a lot in comedy films.
The blood dripping from her mouth was supposedly iron. That’s what the scientists said after all. She couldn’t make much judgement about alloys and minerals and elements and the like but she did know one thing. It was salty … And invigorating. Lapping up the rest of it from the edges of her coarse lips she set out, following the scent of iron and blood.
standing up watching my new step mom walk down the aisle in a beautiful dress that trails her with about two feet i somehow manage nerves of iron
on the outside at least
on the inside i’m a frightened child
been told so many stories as to how my father and my sisters have gotten to this moment
i don’t know what to believe
so i smile and wave
the resentment i had for the lady has now melted to respect
for i have no solid proof to hate her
but a mist all the emotions
my depression has reached a sick mania
one twisted and hell bent on cohering me to believe tales of why i’m unworthy of the life i have
i must not lie, i probably am not
the medications are in the mail but that alone will not calm me
so for now i stand watching her get walked down the aisle by her eldest son
it’s beautiful and i’m so happy to be a part of it
but my mind wants to drift to much darker place
somehow i’ll manage to keep my nerves of iron
and keep my delusions mildly discussed
Iron is an important metal and also very important for our body’s needs. but Iron as in the metal and iron that we need to stay healthy are not the same thing. Iron as in the metal are used in building.
iron man is robert downey junior. He is so cool, i love him.
Iron is a metal too. It is very strong.
I can’t think of anything else to write now so yeah thats it.
It’s a heavy metal, made from an ore. It looks kind of orange and can be made in to all. Wrought gates of iron often spring to mind but that’s not even nearly all this metal has to offer.
some people flat iron their hair. others iron their clothes. i, however, do neither. I am a tad bit of a slob and I don’t take as much care of my appearance as I should. Some might view it as a dilemma. I view it as just me being me.
A weighty metal, heavy in the hand and dullness betraying its use. One never speaks of iron poetically, yet we know of all of its uses. An iron-grip, iron weapons, iron glare. Hardness unforgiving. Iron is weight and strength and permanency.
LOVE BEGETS LOVE. HATRED BEGETS HATRED. SO, LIVE TO LOVE AND LOVE TO LIVE TO MAKE A LASTING NAME INSCRIBED ON EVERY HEART. .
iron and wine. i am not made of iron but perhaps tonight i will be made of wine, though more likely something stronger. iron out my limbs and organs and lay them flat to dry, see what they are made of and pick them apart. flattened empathy dipped in moonbeams and dripping over yellow lines in the middle of the street
Iron
Late at night
staying up late
watching the 11 o’clock news
My mother ironing
watching her every movement
admiring her grace
feeling imence love
Iron man!!! How come iron is a positive word for men, but not for women????
Females almost always have Low iron and they generally are responsible for ironing all the clothes, bunch of crap!
That’s why I don’t own an iron….
Stupid brother-in-law giving irons as gifts, forget that….
Hard as iron. That’s what Alison had come here to be. She had learned from the best and gone though training that still gave her nightmares, but she stood now strong and defiant against the world. She wasn’t sure that she was hard as iron yet, but she was damn well harder than she had been as a weeping child. She let her jacket fly off her shoulders as she looked down at the city below her–a mishmash of tangled Christmas lights. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with cold air as she cracked her knuckles. Then she exhaled sharply, forcing her lungs to contract. Empty and hollow, Alison took a step off of the edge of the building. The lights swirled around her now like a golden stream as she fell, dark hair whipping at her face. She tried to keep track of them, to count each ring of lights as they passed.
She crossed her arms as she allowed her eyes to close for a moment, failing to draw breath from the air that cut at her face. Then she felt the line at the end of her foot go taut. Her dark eyes opened as she curled into a ball, unhooking the line from her foot as she crashed through the buildings of the window.
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And the blow came down like an iron fist. It’s not so much painful in physicality but to know that she has abandoned all sense of care for me that stings the most. I know I screwed up, but that was just uncalled for.
My bones were strong as steel; my heart, even stronger.
My skin was made of iron; my eyes, even darker.
And then you brought the rain, and washed away the color
The rust will last forever. The pain, even longer.
My mom always irons things for me and I always imagine the warm colors and feels of the lights in my parents’ bedroom as she would do it. My parents don’t sleep in the same room anymore. I really miss them. I live
My bones were as strong as steel; my heart, even stronger.
My skin was made of iron; my eyes, even darker.
And then you brought the rain, and washed away the color
The rust will last forever. The pain, even longer.
My heart was like a lump of col iron. Sitting there, freezing the rest of my body. The col metallic lump was infecting the rest of my body and slowly crippling me. My hear was iron and I was losing the ability to feel. So cold, so frigid.
He was pumping iron, simultaneously inflating his ego for her. You know, THAT girl. Meanwhile, she was laying spread eagle on another man’s mattress, enticing him to come back to bed.
Iron is an element on the periodic table, but due to its definition, it has now taken on different meanings. Of course, it can be used scientifically, as it literally should be, but it is also used as an adjective. Due to the characteristics of iron – its toughness and strength – it can be used to describe various things; an ‘iron heart’, or an ‘iron spirit’; it is now used to make something sound stronger and more courageous.
The iron was cold, as was the air surrounding him. It was a chilling day, with the sky as grey as the eyes of his fallen friends. With one swift blow from the sword, he could end this war. But why? What comes after? It’s all over at this point. When you have nothing left to defend…why defend anything at all.
the iron is very hard and people use it to build stuff and is a type of nutrient too to help strengthen our bones farther.
First memory is having to iron my dad’s BDU’s…I hated that. Summer weight. Winter weight. Yuck. Not a memory I treasure.
there are wrinkles all over my thoughts; all over my hopes, dreams. they are all over my ideas and prospects, holding me back and keeping me in place.
get the iron.
A smell on her fingers,
a presence in the air
An omen of something broken,
a smell of despair
“I’ll forge you a blade the like of which has never been seen.” “Though it be made of iron, my skill will make it light as mythril, as hard as adamantium and as lustrous as gold.”
Irony. Such a horrible thing. Why use it? It pisses me off.
iron man was always one of his favorite superheroes. he had the good looks, he had the money, he had the ladies and the fame and the adventure and all of the things that really mattered in the world. but over time, he changed. iron man did too. they weren’t so naive anymore, so carefree and full of fun. he became full of the pressures of being a superhero; he became downtrodden with life. but one day he cleared out his old apartment, and he found iron man, and he smiled.
He was working hard, his muscles bulging from his skin, as they could hardly be contained. Veins stood out, blue and red against the tight skin as he attempted to pry the two huge iron doors apart from each other, yelling in protest like a wounded animal.
Der Iron Man trägt eine schwere Rüstung. Er ist ständig in Gefahr zu verrosten oder unter dem ganzen Eisen einzubrechen. Er ist eine Art Ritter Rost, allerdings ohne amüsant zu sein. Er hat es ein paar Male mit Witzen über sich selbst versucht, aber der einzige, der darüber lachte, war er selbst.
iron lung
iron fist
iron curtain
getting burned by and iron
radiohead
ironing clothes
i havent ironed in a long time…
Pans used during camping when I was a kid, Mom would cook wonderful bacon and eggs in the iron pan. The scent would wake us up out of our deep slumber in our snugly sleeping bags.
I have recently started to pump iron. Years ago I thought that was unfeminine. A couple of pounds, OK – but now I am lifting ten to twelve pounds in each hand. It feels good and it feels good to know that at my age I can still improve and get stronger.
the inner core of the earth is made of mostly metal alloys, iron in particular. because iron is so dense, it gradually sinks deeper and deeper into the earth creating layers of different rock and metal (in order of density) until hitting the core. normally it would be pure liquid since it’s so goddamn hot in the center of the earth but due to the high amount of pressure the core is actually a solid.
CDO
October 9th, 2011.
iron is a very boring word. it doesnt mean much. all it is a piece of metal that i learned about in chemistry class. there is not much that comes to my head when i think of iron. it rusts. i know that. many things are made from iron. you find it in nature. nature is beautiful.