Iron heart clangs
Fistful of tears
Winds up the rain
Braving the storm
Yet not capable
Relentless
Not withstanding
The tide, the tumultuous
Fucking tide
the blood in my mouth tastes like iron. my lips are chapped and broken. my teeth feel weird. like vibrating. you sit across the room from me and smoke. the greyish white of the smoke clogs my lungs and mind, making my insides feel fuzzy and my eyesight blurry.
The shirts were wrinkled. they were always wrinkled. with that wrinkly, wrinkly wrinkle that comes from being shoved in a drawer right out of the dryer. right out of the dryer and shoved in, so that the heat manages to retain the wrinkles. he could have ironed it, but they never do. that was fine with her; if he wanted to look like a slob, that was fine with her. at least they were clean.
Sixteen years, and you smiled. All the blood in my veins rushed, coursed, and sang through me, pounding liquid iron through every crevice in my body as I stood, solidified, unable to move. Hi, you said. Hi, I said. And you ran towards me, hair flying. I hadn’t realized how much I missed you until you kissed me.
The iron sighed as I took it out of its cradle and began to run it over the stiff cotton shirt. The steam wafted up and I could smell a combination of hot metal, water and fabric. The warmth of the pressed material was a comfort to touch.
the iron industry in my home town played a vital role in the economy during the 18th century. Iron workers lived in a community high atop the mountains from which they extracted the ore.
pennies are iorn when i am really feeling myself and feeling strong i call myself the iorn man big and tuff ready for whatever is going to be theown at me i sometimes like my clothing to be freshly irorned and pressed for my family which is everyone of gods children i will be stronger than iron.
It Ran On for Nights. The water stream carried itself carefully down the mountainside, genteelly gliding past homes and cars and rocks and people. All of them unmoving. All of them stopped in the timeless rain.
the machine came at me faster then i could process. i lunged behind the pile of junk to hide myself. who knew what kind of damage that thing could do. but he picked me up by my trousers and held me fast. he raised me to his eyes, glowing yellow and whispered the word “friend”.
To iron is not a skill I wish to have. When my children were little and were looking for me, they asked, “Where’s mom?”. One of the responded by telling them that I was upstairs flattening clothes!
Iron was the age of man, an age of war and hate and greed. No one felt for the earth anymore as toxins poisoned the land from their mines and blew pollution into the air. Beasts were hunted, the land marred,the old ways long forgotten.
One of Jenna’s earliest memories involved a hot iron. It was nothing extreme in nature, no it was a rather innocent accident, but she remembered that it was hot. Scorching hot and blistering against her skin.
an element. Fe. i dont have enough in my blood. i need to eat more. its in blood. it rusts. you need it to live. if you have a defiency, its called anemia. i cant donate blood because of low iron level.
We are trying to iron out all the kinks, but the truth is we are planning OUR day. If they can’t get it figured out and this becomes more about entertaining them, than the actual event, they will just have to accept that we will go it alone
The iron was hot and when she pressed it onto the slightly damp fabric it hissed and steamed like a mini dragon. There was nothing to this ironing business, if Mum could do it – so could she. She bet she could do all the things Mum was no longer here to do……she stopped for a moment thinking, then started, as the iron made more alarming hissing noises.
my will is iron, not to be bent or broken. Never to change, never to fail. hold on to my soul and look for the journey to come. we will take the universe and bring it into the light, change the darkness to light. bring us all into the light.
Tim arose from his bed of straw and tried to escape the barn he found himself in. The giant wooden doors were locked tight. Never one to give up easily, he found a mattock on the floor.
It’s head was as iron as Tim’s resolve and made easy work of the doors.
Is an object that my dog seems to hate. It particularly hates the board that comes with it, regardless of the metallic taste and potential for serious burns. I imagine most people have been burnt by an iron at least one – it happened me when I was about 10 and I got to my cousins house tom make me feel better.
its not what is iron. its what is iron. what we need from the iron itself can change ones ability to think, grow, and ultimately achieve. the thing you would expect iron to be might not be what you know it to be. Creativity can flow
She picked up the iron sword and swung it as hard as she could. She thought of nothing as the blade came down, and only saw the long black edge. She wondered what would happen next, but savored each moment.
Iron is strong. It is an element and it reminds me of calcium for some reason? I guess because they’re both good for your body and you can have deficiencies of those. Iron man is cool. That reminds me of Robert Downey Junior.. and he’s extremely hott and talented.
The iron sizzled as he passed it over his jacket. His wife used to do things like this. But she was gone now. She left last month with that guy she met at the gym. Maybe it was because she was always left alone; he went to work and she was left to do housework all day.
iron is cool. iron is hard. iron doesn’t taste very good. its all metallicy and tasteless. is iron a protein?? i don’t know. i don’t know a lot about iron. oh well. iron.
If he could have bent it, he could probably have eaten it. He was that mad at the world. And the fact that he was being held back from what he felt was his God-given right, really pissed him off. It was the night stoned age became iron age.
iron will. is that possible that everyone has one? perhaps yes, perhaps not. it’s not easy. but is it really a good thing? yes. but i’d also want flexibility.
Iron is a metal type thing. It is in many things in our world today. Some examples of that is Iron helps build stuff. To sum everything up, iron is used a lot.
Iron heart clangs
Fistful of tears
Winds up the rain
Braving the storm
Yet not capable
Relentless
Not withstanding
The tide, the tumultuous
Fucking tide
the blood in my mouth tastes like iron. my lips are chapped and broken. my teeth feel weird. like vibrating. you sit across the room from me and smoke. the greyish white of the smoke clogs my lungs and mind, making my insides feel fuzzy and my eyesight blurry.
The shirts were wrinkled. they were always wrinkled. with that wrinkly, wrinkly wrinkle that comes from being shoved in a drawer right out of the dryer. right out of the dryer and shoved in, so that the heat manages to retain the wrinkles. he could have ironed it, but they never do. that was fine with her; if he wanted to look like a slob, that was fine with her. at least they were clean.
I burnt my hand on a hot iron once when I was a child. It caused a distinct fear of hot things into my adult self. My cloths are very wrinkly.
Sixteen years, and you smiled. All the blood in my veins rushed, coursed, and sang through me, pounding liquid iron through every crevice in my body as I stood, solidified, unable to move. Hi, you said. Hi, I said. And you ran towards me, hair flying. I hadn’t realized how much I missed you until you kissed me.
The iron sighed as I took it out of its cradle and began to run it over the stiff cotton shirt. The steam wafted up and I could smell a combination of hot metal, water and fabric. The warmth of the pressed material was a comfort to touch.
the iron industry in my home town played a vital role in the economy during the 18th century. Iron workers lived in a community high atop the mountains from which they extracted the ore.
it reminds me of ironman the super hero, i think irony its cool. i considered myself ironic, y believe the word has personality
pennies are iorn when i am really feeling myself and feeling strong i call myself the iorn man big and tuff ready for whatever is going to be theown at me i sometimes like my clothing to be freshly irorned and pressed for my family which is everyone of gods children i will be stronger than iron.
cold as iron. hard as iron. a grip as strong as iron.
It Ran On for Nights. The water stream carried itself carefully down the mountainside, genteelly gliding past homes and cars and rocks and people. All of them unmoving. All of them stopped in the timeless rain.
the machine came at me faster then i could process. i lunged behind the pile of junk to hide myself. who knew what kind of damage that thing could do. but he picked me up by my trousers and held me fast. he raised me to his eyes, glowing yellow and whispered the word “friend”.
To iron is not a skill I wish to have. When my children were little and were looking for me, they asked, “Where’s mom?”. One of the responded by telling them that I was upstairs flattening clothes!
Iron. Reminds me of biology, which reminds me of my biology homework, which reminds me that I have to do homework, which reminds me that I’m screwed.
Iron was the age of man, an age of war and hate and greed. No one felt for the earth anymore as toxins poisoned the land from their mines and blew pollution into the air. Beasts were hunted, the land marred,the old ways long forgotten.
Iron. Irons are hot. Passionate? Irons are stiff. Starched shirts for uptight business men and overdone housewives.
Ironically, the iron was not on when she burned him.
Use me. Abuse me. I am made of iron and you can’t lift me up, and you can stop me. My momentum is far greater than any morals you will ever have.
One of Jenna’s earliest memories involved a hot iron. It was nothing extreme in nature, no it was a rather innocent accident, but she remembered that it was hot. Scorching hot and blistering against her skin.
an element. Fe. i dont have enough in my blood. i need to eat more. its in blood. it rusts. you need it to live. if you have a defiency, its called anemia. i cant donate blood because of low iron level.
Fe. Iron oxide. My heart is not Iron, nor gold, nor silver. I am this chemist. The chemist. What now, must I do?
We are trying to iron out all the kinks, but the truth is we are planning OUR day. If they can’t get it figured out and this becomes more about entertaining them, than the actual event, they will just have to accept that we will go it alone
The iron was hot and when she pressed it onto the slightly damp fabric it hissed and steamed like a mini dragon. There was nothing to this ironing business, if Mum could do it – so could she. She bet she could do all the things Mum was no longer here to do……she stopped for a moment thinking, then started, as the iron made more alarming hissing noises.
my will is iron, not to be bent or broken. Never to change, never to fail. hold on to my soul and look for the journey to come. we will take the universe and bring it into the light, change the darkness to light. bring us all into the light.
Tim arose from his bed of straw and tried to escape the barn he found himself in. The giant wooden doors were locked tight. Never one to give up easily, he found a mattock on the floor.
It’s head was as iron as Tim’s resolve and made easy work of the doors.
Is an object that my dog seems to hate. It particularly hates the board that comes with it, regardless of the metallic taste and potential for serious burns. I imagine most people have been burnt by an iron at least one – it happened me when I was about 10 and I got to my cousins house tom make me feel better.
its not what is iron. its what is iron. what we need from the iron itself can change ones ability to think, grow, and ultimately achieve. the thing you would expect iron to be might not be what you know it to be. Creativity can flow
She picked up the iron sword and swung it as hard as she could. She thought of nothing as the blade came down, and only saw the long black edge. She wondered what would happen next, but savored each moment.
out my body.
hiss.
hang it up.
repeat.
it looks so much better up there,
where I am not standing in it.
Iron is strong. It is an element and it reminds me of calcium for some reason? I guess because they’re both good for your body and you can have deficiencies of those. Iron man is cool. That reminds me of Robert Downey Junior.. and he’s extremely hott and talented.
“Strike while the iron is hot.” That’s why they always say. Never let any opportunity pass you by.
The iron sizzled as he passed it over his jacket. His wife used to do things like this. But she was gone now. She left last month with that guy she met at the gym. Maybe it was because she was always left alone; he went to work and she was left to do housework all day.
iron is cool. iron is hard. iron doesn’t taste very good. its all metallicy and tasteless. is iron a protein?? i don’t know. i don’t know a lot about iron. oh well. iron.
If he could have bent it, he could probably have eaten it. He was that mad at the world. And the fact that he was being held back from what he felt was his God-given right, really pissed him off. It was the night stoned age became iron age.
flat, hot, straight, steam , plug in, metal, element,
iron will. is that possible that everyone has one? perhaps yes, perhaps not. it’s not easy. but is it really a good thing? yes. but i’d also want flexibility.
I use it to straighten my hair, and I also use irons to make my clothes no longer wrinkled.
I love my flat iron mostly :)
Iron is a metal type thing. It is in many things in our world today. Some examples of that is Iron helps build stuff. To sum everything up, iron is used a lot.
hard black strong alloyablesuper hero always forever until rust takes its toll
ITS NUTRI GRAIN GODDAMN IT!
NOT NATURAL GRAIN
NOT NUTRAL GRAIN
AND CERTAINLY NOT GODDAMN NUCHI GRAIN WTF EVEN IS THAT
lol