Así llamo a mis papas. Es una palabra que me gusta y la considero aplicable a todo. No es necesario encontrarme frente a una estatua China para usarla; es un gran adjetivo para decorar mi hablar.
That’s how I call my parents. It’s a word I like and consider it applicable to everything. It’s not necessary to be standing in front of a Chinese statue to use it; it’s a great adjetive to decorate my speak.
Clara
The ancient text looked as if it would evaporate. It was so faded you could barely make it out. He reached for it, trying to be as gentle as possible. However, when he touched it, it crumbled into oblivion. Whatever was on it was too far gone for him to be concerned with. It was too late.
Old history, civilization, earth, human genome, homo sapien
Alexander Jon Heijnen
In ancient days, our living styles were very different from today’s technological era. Ancient people culture and food habits were very different.
Ramakrishnan
The ancient statues stared back at her. Oddly enough, even though they dwarfed her at an alarming height, she had never felt more peaceful before in her life. Surrounded by history, she could feel the ancient stories and tales swirl around her as she climbed the steps up the pyramid.
Robyn
ancient describes something that is old. it usually refers to things such as relics, and antiques. some people are described as ancient, but these usually refer to people from a long time ago in the past (e.g. cleopatra, george washington). ancient describes a long period of time way back.
teodor
The brook near where I took that memorable picnic was ancient. Well,presumably it was ancient. Brooks didn’t just spring up somewhere at random did they? WelI I assumed it was ancient and I got to thinking about how much that brook had “seen” or would have seen had it had eyes.
Elesha
He is the ancient of days – or so the Bible says. He is my God, my strength, my all. I am blessed to be His child, to call him Abba, (daddy), Father. Without Him my life would still be in shambles – and, today, even in a wicked world, even when I am the wicked part of the world, still He loves and gives me greater grace.
What a precious thing is that – to know I am a child of the King, the King’s daughter, the loved of His Son. Praise His name now and forevermore.
thank you for this minute to tell of His great love.
barbara
Ancient cultures are the most interesting think in the world. You can learn, you can discover, you can live in other people’s eyes.
Diana
That is the way my soul feels. Ancient is the memory I keep from the very dark beginning.
I feel the world is something ne
Chuck
Oddly, it wasn’t the appeal of a foreign power that inspired me to travel. It was the acute juxtaposition of the ancient and contemporary in Rome that piqued my interest. The well preserved ruins are a site to behold, especially when presented among the many office buildings in the town center. It reminds me where we’ve been and, perhaps more importantly, where we have yet to go.
It was a city. Enormous, wide and beautiful. Abandoned, for the look of it. And you were the only one to know of its existence. A forgotten city nobody knew about. But you.
Never underestimate the power of age. Some things that are ancient have more power than those things that are new. They’ve the experience to draw upon, the power that has been gathered for thousands of years. Family heirlooms, rituals. Almost anything can be more powerful after it’s been here for a century.
When i say Egypt, everybody thinks pyramids, pharaohs, Cleopatra. But they always forget that this was ancient Egypt.
dina
old people can be seen as ancient by young people
but they aren’t
old buildings are ancient
the world is ancient
the universe is ancient, the most ancient thing we know
yet we call old people ancient
Christie
It was the ancient tree fell. The question was not would anyone hear but would it make any difference? For the plants and animals underneath there would be radical change and opportunity too.
beliefs are woven into the chromosome insight of other selves. melting upon inside the liquid of time, forgotten smiles, nice tiles, mediocre minds in all in all a selfish monster.
Sameer Ahmed
Ancient. What a nice word. Doesn’t look how it sounds, though. I like that.
osnapitzriz
io amo l’antico, lo trovo affascinante e misterioso. Mi piace l’odore dell’antico, le rovine, la muffa e la vecchiaia. Antico è la parola della mia infanzia.
ilaria
Everyone likes to think they’re doing something new and daring. Truth is, this conflict is ancient. “New age” is just a new tweak on age-old human selfishness.
paper skin
I see it beating underneath
so faint…so so faint…
it’s tired, like you
not even having the energy to be red
it’s not beautiful
it should just end
Put on a sweater if you’re cold.
why not just whisper goodbye?
She digs her fingers into the dirt. Feels it wedging between her fingernails, rich and grainy. Clenches those immune hands. She’s ready to fight, old blood running in her veins.
her skin fell off of her body like she’d lived thousands of years, at least to my childhood eyes. powdery feeling and smelling, my bubbie was like a special animal i’d never met in any other place. every now and then my own skin or smell reminds me of her — usually when i’m in the bathroom — and it kind of grosses me out.
Carin
out of date
yet, filled with the knowledge of experience unclouded by advanced pursuits.
Gut feeling.
I remember riding in the backseat of the car. My grandfather in front, driving. His elbow skin was so wrinkly and was almost detached from the bone. I pulled it lightly and was surprised to find it soft. He laughed and said, “what cha doin, dearie?” And I told him. “Your elbow is soft and wobbly, like a chicken waddle. But soft, like an earlobe. I was just noticing.” And he just chuckled again and shook his head.
How splendid would it be to enter a room in which the mysteries of the ancient world were revealed to you. Where would you go? I’d go to the beginning. Holy crap the universe is huge.
i feel it close. sitting on my throne i’m waiting for the blade to cut all the veins of my reign. after that there’s nothing but blood, the blood of my people.
There’s a lot of ways you could talk about being ancient. I’m old and grey, yet I’m young at heart and barely able to change the younger generations mind. Just because you immediately judge from the exterior image, doesn’t mean you know better than anyone else about who I really am. For all you know I could be a millionaire. For all you care I could be dead and gone.
niamh
An ancient story. Epic proportions were needed. Teaching somebody something is impossible without utilizing a grand scale. Always it come back, this ancient truth. I’m rambling.
those things that one mattered, once meant the world and then some that gave us life, that meant everything, that was what we thrived on are now ancient. giving thanks.
Vacant like an ancient platform, isolated at sea: barnacle-covered and rusting, dustless, blustered by a heaving sea. Memories of bombs and conflict abound in the creaking structure, ghostly helicopters landing and rising in fiery fury.
Something really old, from an earlier generation, a previous moment in history, that usually is accompanied by ancient ideas and traditions that have been preserved alongside the object itself.
Tiffany
My grandmother was ancient but that didn’t matter. I loved her anyway. Even if she didnt know how to work a mobile phone or even a computer, it made her cute and adorable even.
our love is old,
prophetic, eternal,
as vast as the universe–
and nothing i haven’t seen before
(never mind the love, YOU
are excruciatingly boring).
Así llamo a mis papas. Es una palabra que me gusta y la considero aplicable a todo. No es necesario encontrarme frente a una estatua China para usarla; es un gran adjetivo para decorar mi hablar.
That’s how I call my parents. It’s a word I like and consider it applicable to everything. It’s not necessary to be standing in front of a Chinese statue to use it; it’s a great adjetive to decorate my speak.
The ancient text looked as if it would evaporate. It was so faded you could barely make it out. He reached for it, trying to be as gentle as possible. However, when he touched it, it crumbled into oblivion. Whatever was on it was too far gone for him to be concerned with. It was too late.
Old history, civilization, earth, human genome, homo sapien
In ancient days, our living styles were very different from today’s technological era. Ancient people culture and food habits were very different.
The ancient statues stared back at her. Oddly enough, even though they dwarfed her at an alarming height, she had never felt more peaceful before in her life. Surrounded by history, she could feel the ancient stories and tales swirl around her as she climbed the steps up the pyramid.
ancient describes something that is old. it usually refers to things such as relics, and antiques. some people are described as ancient, but these usually refer to people from a long time ago in the past (e.g. cleopatra, george washington). ancient describes a long period of time way back.
The brook near where I took that memorable picnic was ancient. Well,presumably it was ancient. Brooks didn’t just spring up somewhere at random did they? WelI I assumed it was ancient and I got to thinking about how much that brook had “seen” or would have seen had it had eyes.
He is the ancient of days – or so the Bible says. He is my God, my strength, my all. I am blessed to be His child, to call him Abba, (daddy), Father. Without Him my life would still be in shambles – and, today, even in a wicked world, even when I am the wicked part of the world, still He loves and gives me greater grace.
What a precious thing is that – to know I am a child of the King, the King’s daughter, the loved of His Son. Praise His name now and forevermore.
thank you for this minute to tell of His great love.
Ancient cultures are the most interesting think in the world. You can learn, you can discover, you can live in other people’s eyes.
That is the way my soul feels. Ancient is the memory I keep from the very dark beginning.
I feel the world is something ne
Oddly, it wasn’t the appeal of a foreign power that inspired me to travel. It was the acute juxtaposition of the ancient and contemporary in Rome that piqued my interest. The well preserved ruins are a site to behold, especially when presented among the many office buildings in the town center. It reminds me where we’ve been and, perhaps more importantly, where we have yet to go.
People used to travel by horses in ancient times.
Ancient is the way of hate; but eternal is the way of love.
It was a city. Enormous, wide and beautiful. Abandoned, for the look of it. And you were the only one to know of its existence. A forgotten city nobody knew about. But you.
Never underestimate the power of age. Some things that are ancient have more power than those things that are new. They’ve the experience to draw upon, the power that has been gathered for thousands of years. Family heirlooms, rituals. Almost anything can be more powerful after it’s been here for a century.
When i say Egypt, everybody thinks pyramids, pharaohs, Cleopatra. But they always forget that this was ancient Egypt.
old people can be seen as ancient by young people
but they aren’t
old buildings are ancient
the world is ancient
the universe is ancient, the most ancient thing we know
yet we call old people ancient
It was the ancient tree fell. The question was not would anyone hear but would it make any difference? For the plants and animals underneath there would be radical change and opportunity too.
beliefs are woven into the chromosome insight of other selves. melting upon inside the liquid of time, forgotten smiles, nice tiles, mediocre minds in all in all a selfish monster.
Ancient. What a nice word. Doesn’t look how it sounds, though. I like that.
io amo l’antico, lo trovo affascinante e misterioso. Mi piace l’odore dell’antico, le rovine, la muffa e la vecchiaia. Antico è la parola della mia infanzia.
Everyone likes to think they’re doing something new and daring. Truth is, this conflict is ancient. “New age” is just a new tweak on age-old human selfishness.
paper skin
I see it beating underneath
so faint…so so faint…
it’s tired, like you
not even having the energy to be red
it’s not beautiful
it should just end
Put on a sweater if you’re cold.
why not just whisper goodbye?
She digs her fingers into the dirt. Feels it wedging between her fingernails, rich and grainy. Clenches those immune hands. She’s ready to fight, old blood running in her veins.
She’ll win…
because she can’t die.
her skin fell off of her body like she’d lived thousands of years, at least to my childhood eyes. powdery feeling and smelling, my bubbie was like a special animal i’d never met in any other place. every now and then my own skin or smell reminds me of her — usually when i’m in the bathroom — and it kind of grosses me out.
out of date
yet, filled with the knowledge of experience unclouded by advanced pursuits.
Gut feeling.
I remember riding in the backseat of the car. My grandfather in front, driving. His elbow skin was so wrinkly and was almost detached from the bone. I pulled it lightly and was surprised to find it soft. He laughed and said, “what cha doin, dearie?” And I told him. “Your elbow is soft and wobbly, like a chicken waddle. But soft, like an earlobe. I was just noticing.” And he just chuckled again and shook his head.
Greece, Rome
How splendid would it be to enter a room in which the mysteries of the ancient world were revealed to you. Where would you go? I’d go to the beginning. Holy crap the universe is huge.
Ancient is a type of history usually forgotten about due to enormous changes since.
They have been here before us. I was not first. I can feel their presence and I can benefit from their knowledge. I just have to be willing to listen.
our love was as ancient as all the bones of the greatest lovers
i feel it close. sitting on my throne i’m waiting for the blade to cut all the veins of my reign. after that there’s nothing but blood, the blood of my people.
There’s a lot of ways you could talk about being ancient. I’m old and grey, yet I’m young at heart and barely able to change the younger generations mind. Just because you immediately judge from the exterior image, doesn’t mean you know better than anyone else about who I really am. For all you know I could be a millionaire. For all you care I could be dead and gone.
An ancient story. Epic proportions were needed. Teaching somebody something is impossible without utilizing a grand scale. Always it come back, this ancient truth. I’m rambling.
those things that one mattered, once meant the world and then some that gave us life, that meant everything, that was what we thrived on are now ancient. giving thanks.
Vacant like an ancient platform, isolated at sea: barnacle-covered and rusting, dustless, blustered by a heaving sea. Memories of bombs and conflict abound in the creaking structure, ghostly helicopters landing and rising in fiery fury.
Something really old, from an earlier generation, a previous moment in history, that usually is accompanied by ancient ideas and traditions that have been preserved alongside the object itself.
My grandmother was ancient but that didn’t matter. I loved her anyway. Even if she didnt know how to work a mobile phone or even a computer, it made her cute and adorable even.