I already wrote about bronze. Boats and trees and savoring applebees. Bronze bronze bronze. Why do they never choose yellow?
Karri
Bronze is the colour people go from spending long days in the sun during summer
Beth
Tanning, yeah. What’s with that anyway. Julie says her “bronze” look is going to get all the studs this season. I despise Julie and her brown wrinkled skin.
Karri
White people use bronzer to tan their skin. Asians use whitener to lighten their skin. People are just not happy with what they have.
baby powder
bronze is a metal that contributed a lot to the developement of humans as a species. Namely the bronze age. But you guys already knew that. Also bronze is not a metal but the goddamn alloy, wow i fail at spontaneous writing.
A.P
bronze statue slowly wasting away. regina spektor. they made a statue of us and put on a mountaintop.
In the horizon, far in the distance is the sun, with its ultra violet rays coming down hard and the sweat falls of your arms, but you are such a beautiful bronze color.
Bronze. He had a heart of bronze, he thought. Not gold- gold was the color of pure altruism, which, he figured, didn’t really exist. But he was a brave man and a man of integrity, and thus his heart was made of bronze. Yes, he liked that thought.
Elizabeth
It’s is a yellowish brown colored metal, that indicates ones place in a contest, typically the second loser, best known as third place. Shoes are kept in memories through this metal as well. Bronze.
Deus
clash the shields, hammer swords of bronze
cry charge! to the sky, with eyes aflame
and crash in battle, you with the pot
and I, the pan
upon a battlefield of checkered tiles
The warrior was strong and tall and fast, he could kill any man he caught, protect any woman under his arms, and he was the greatest of all with a bronze soward and shield. He was powerful and mighty, but didn’t quite know what he was getting into when he accepted the challange to take on the evil demons in the forests beyond the valley.
matt
Bronze is the colour of the sky when the world is sad…the time of the day when people are thinking back in time.It is a also the moment when a baby smiles at its parents,knowing that they will make its life hell.
Gigi
Searing heat and steam sizzing from the ground. The sky was razor sharp and the sun sent daggers of pain into the sculpted bronze muscles of every athlete.
the third place winner at the oly,pics…..i wish i had one!!! the color bronze reminds me of my mother – she wears that color lipstick and she is always tan. bronze bombshell…oh not thats blonde bombshell…oh well……
Barrie
Cally. It was her. The girl who had managed to rip away the only thing I truly desired in this place. Cally. The cheerleader–blonde with bronze skin, tall, a great body. The chest I never had. Cally with make-up and money and popularity. Cally with Kamaru. I glared.
i was your dirty secret, full of regret. the bronze that appeared in your eyes when you “wanted me” only makes me sick now. i miss you in the most painful, desperate of ways. please, come home. i miss seeing myself in your eyes.
Her shoulders were not quite bronze. More of a warm golden tone. Tan lines weren’t typically considered attractive but knowing she earned them made it sexy. It wasn’t from an artificial sun or wasting time around a pool. She got those lines from her dedication to the run. The heat and humidity didn’t deter her as laced her shoes and pulled back her hair. No, her shoulders weren’t bronze but a sun-kissed color.
the bronze glow below the surface of your overcast white and fair brings despair in my glare yet, I don’t feel so all alone and all forsaken then by the pack, my pack who has denied me humane equality for the moonlight I have worn since birth.
Veronica
The bronze statue stood in the courtyard as it had for a long time, no one knew how long, though certainly it had to have been not since the bronze age since no one knew how to make it before that. I don’t know how to make bronze myself, so I couldn’t make a bronze statue just yet. More lost technology.
“Intruder…sound the alarm!” The mysterious feature seemed to float through the wall and glide over the ground as it approached the village, leaving in its wake a glowing stream of bronze dust.
Bronze. Bronze was the colour of wonderful art, great sculptures, class and dignity. It was strong, beautiful and powerful. Now it is the colour of wags. Ugly women.
JD
gleaming in the sun, it caught her attention at once. somehow, no one else seemed to notice it. she moved closer to the place on the sidewalk that seemed to sparkle and looked down. it was a coin. she picked it up, and put it in her pocket. “that’s lucky,” she thought.
It makes shields which are pretty cool in a historical and nerdy way, as in it could refer to ‘The guy lifted up his bronze shield and kicked the guys ass’ or it could mean, ‘This bronze shield gives me +5 to dexterity.’
mmkay
Walmart tries to pass itself off as gold but in reality it is bronze plated lead from China.
The sun shone down on the beach on the hottest day of the year, there were girls laying out trying to get their skin a little more bronze before winter set in, hopelessly she watched them and thought about how pointless it all seemed.
filings, statues…slowly coming into focus. dreams of you, of beingness true. leaves, falling, golden higlights twinkling in autumn’s glow
Karen
she used to wonder why she could never win..a bronze medal was the best she could hope for…now,she knew why..she was gay…born that way..but she would not/could not accept it in herself..it would validate all that destroyed her..and soften her longings and desires
my love for you used to be ever lasting like bronze baby shoes..now it is shattered in a million pieces..i used to wonder what it was like to be so free..so free at last i want to be..
oh my god, the word of all words of my life. my work, and the soft color of golden-green speckles, the beautiful surface of corroded metal, gold, red, green with just a hint of blue. forms and shapes and just what sums up my work so perfectly. And I’m really thrilled I still have such good feelings towards it.
Ed Tiruluvski
I don’t know much about bronze. There must be some in my house. We had this mini bronze teapot thing.. but it smelled bad and I don’t know where it is now.
Erm.. this is quite awkward.
I smiled as I watched him in the back yard. He took off his shirt and I shuttered with excitement. His body, like a bronze statue, shimmered in the sun.
I already wrote about bronze. Boats and trees and savoring applebees. Bronze bronze bronze. Why do they never choose yellow?
Bronze is the colour people go from spending long days in the sun during summer
Tanning, yeah. What’s with that anyway. Julie says her “bronze” look is going to get all the studs this season. I despise Julie and her brown wrinkled skin.
White people use bronzer to tan their skin. Asians use whitener to lighten their skin. People are just not happy with what they have.
bronze is a metal that contributed a lot to the developement of humans as a species. Namely the bronze age. But you guys already knew that. Also bronze is not a metal but the goddamn alloy, wow i fail at spontaneous writing.
bronze statue slowly wasting away. regina spektor. they made a statue of us and put on a mountaintop.
In the horizon, far in the distance is the sun, with its ultra violet rays coming down hard and the sweat falls of your arms, but you are such a beautiful bronze color.
Bronze. He had a heart of bronze, he thought. Not gold- gold was the color of pure altruism, which, he figured, didn’t really exist. But he was a brave man and a man of integrity, and thus his heart was made of bronze. Yes, he liked that thought.
It’s is a yellowish brown colored metal, that indicates ones place in a contest, typically the second loser, best known as third place. Shoes are kept in memories through this metal as well. Bronze.
clash the shields, hammer swords of bronze
cry charge! to the sky, with eyes aflame
and crash in battle, you with the pot
and I, the pan
upon a battlefield of checkered tiles
The warrior was strong and tall and fast, he could kill any man he caught, protect any woman under his arms, and he was the greatest of all with a bronze soward and shield. He was powerful and mighty, but didn’t quite know what he was getting into when he accepted the challange to take on the evil demons in the forests beyond the valley.
Bronze is the colour of the sky when the world is sad…the time of the day when people are thinking back in time.It is a also the moment when a baby smiles at its parents,knowing that they will make its life hell.
Searing heat and steam sizzing from the ground. The sky was razor sharp and the sun sent daggers of pain into the sculpted bronze muscles of every athlete.
the third place winner at the oly,pics…..i wish i had one!!! the color bronze reminds me of my mother – she wears that color lipstick and she is always tan. bronze bombshell…oh not thats blonde bombshell…oh well……
Cally. It was her. The girl who had managed to rip away the only thing I truly desired in this place. Cally. The cheerleader–blonde with bronze skin, tall, a great body. The chest I never had. Cally with make-up and money and popularity. Cally with Kamaru. I glared.
i was your dirty secret, full of regret. the bronze that appeared in your eyes when you “wanted me” only makes me sick now. i miss you in the most painful, desperate of ways. please, come home. i miss seeing myself in your eyes.
Her shoulders were not quite bronze. More of a warm golden tone. Tan lines weren’t typically considered attractive but knowing she earned them made it sexy. It wasn’t from an artificial sun or wasting time around a pool. She got those lines from her dedication to the run. The heat and humidity didn’t deter her as laced her shoes and pulled back her hair. No, her shoulders weren’t bronze but a sun-kissed color.
the bronze glow below the surface of your overcast white and fair brings despair in my glare yet, I don’t feel so all alone and all forsaken then by the pack, my pack who has denied me humane equality for the moonlight I have worn since birth.
The bronze statue stood in the courtyard as it had for a long time, no one knew how long, though certainly it had to have been not since the bronze age since no one knew how to make it before that. I don’t know how to make bronze myself, so I couldn’t make a bronze statue just yet. More lost technology.
old, sculpture, beauty, yellow, glowing, age, science,
My skin was bronze. The colour of warm toffee at Christmas. I loved the sun so much back then.
Bronze medal is less bad than a silver medal, you know youre not the best but youre not second worst so its okay. I wouldnt mind it so much.
bronze makes me blank.
“Intruder…sound the alarm!” The mysterious feature seemed to float through the wall and glide over the ground as it approached the village, leaving in its wake a glowing stream of bronze dust.
Bronze. Bronze was the colour of wonderful art, great sculptures, class and dignity. It was strong, beautiful and powerful. Now it is the colour of wags. Ugly women.
gleaming in the sun, it caught her attention at once. somehow, no one else seemed to notice it. she moved closer to the place on the sidewalk that seemed to sparkle and looked down. it was a coin. she picked it up, and put it in her pocket. “that’s lucky,” she thought.
It makes shields which are pretty cool in a historical and nerdy way, as in it could refer to ‘The guy lifted up his bronze shield and kicked the guys ass’ or it could mean, ‘This bronze shield gives me +5 to dexterity.’
Walmart tries to pass itself off as gold but in reality it is bronze plated lead from China.
Her hair shone like gleaming bronze in th esetting sun. he couldn’t help but stare.
The sun shone down on the beach on the hottest day of the year, there were girls laying out trying to get their skin a little more bronze before winter set in, hopelessly she watched them and thought about how pointless it all seemed.
filings, statues…slowly coming into focus. dreams of you, of beingness true. leaves, falling, golden higlights twinkling in autumn’s glow
she used to wonder why she could never win..a bronze medal was the best she could hope for…now,she knew why..she was gay…born that way..but she would not/could not accept it in herself..it would validate all that destroyed her..and soften her longings and desires
my love for you used to be ever lasting like bronze baby shoes..now it is shattered in a million pieces..i used to wonder what it was like to be so free..so free at last i want to be..
oh my god, the word of all words of my life. my work, and the soft color of golden-green speckles, the beautiful surface of corroded metal, gold, red, green with just a hint of blue. forms and shapes and just what sums up my work so perfectly. And I’m really thrilled I still have such good feelings towards it.
I don’t know much about bronze. There must be some in my house. We had this mini bronze teapot thing.. but it smelled bad and I don’t know where it is now.
Erm.. this is quite awkward.
I smiled as I watched him in the back yard. He took off his shirt and I shuttered with excitement. His body, like a bronze statue, shimmered in the sun.