There were fifteen people total crammed into 3 small cells. It smelled like mildew and the walls dripped with brownish water.
Britta
body blood sick cancer hospital doctor science biology animal plant nucleus membrane vacuoles mr burke mr walshe school small experiment everything .
chloe
are something to do with science, which i hated. it’s boring, its terminology based on things you can’t see or know you are touching or have contact with – although you are in contact with them everyday. cells are modern. cell phones, cellular data, skincells, stem cells and clinicalism of day to day life.
Rachel Rigg§
The cats called from high above us. They were linesd up behind each other, fighting to get to the food outside their cells.
All my body is, is cells. They can function well or they can die. All I am is a mass of cells. But I’m much more than that. There’s more than what’s on the surface.
Cells are everywhere. They hide in the worst places. They eat, they drag, they contaminate. Terrible creatures they are! Yet we ourselves are created from too many of these things to count.
Honor
The micro-bacterial infecion has now engulfed the entire surface of the earth and it continues to spread. The next few days will be remitten with the horrors of micro-globule domination and dissonance from all forms of life fighting back in unappropriated retaliation. The once peachy surface now rests a slime green, intermittenly baring it’s original fleshy turf with the strokes of a sapphic tongue unwisely coming to groom and rescue.
Nate
The long row of empty cells remind me of the worst first date ever. I was at a bar with a girl and we got wasted and she drove us home. We got pulled over and the cops took us to jail. The saddest part is I could’ve scored with her too…..
are what keeps us alive. they multiply endlessly. they are small and self contained. they hold everything we need (you know, other than food and stuff). they can be any shape and would make a great hotel room concept Also jails, but you know not every word is perfect
Erin
we’re all made up of cells. it’s kind of amazing, if you think about it, because there are millions and millions that make us, and we can’t see them, but we can see what they become. it’s neat to think about how there are small things that make up things that make up things.
Everything made up of cells is living. Except for prisons. I’ve never been inside a living prison. Prisons might be the antithesis of life actually. No freedom. trapped inside a room with an orange uniform. Waiting for life.
cells are some of the most basic parts of life. they are everywhere and yet no one seems to care about them or notice them. in fact people try and get rid of dead cells skin cells to be exact and they dust them away, as if they didn’t make up the very core of their being.
Kayla
the cells of the body regenerate themselves every 7 years
we are a whole new person because of this marvelous gift we have from our Creator, Jehovah God
Cells. Jail cells. I don’t know. I think about that, a person rotting in a jail cell and I imagine their chemical make up. Cells, with nuclei and bitties that I can’t remember from high school. But the collection of cells sitting in the cell probably never went to high school, totally missing out on gathering any information about cells. Blah! I think about my cells dividing, multiplying, whatever the fuck they do. It’s magic. And I can’t remember any of it.
Virginia
biology, ms shafer. making our cell paper about exploring a cell. I wrote mine like the magic school bus. it was one of my favorite things to watch growing up and i wanted to re create it. I got to explore the cell of a dog like ms frizzles. I think i got a pretty good grade
widge
I am locked up. I feel locked up. It hasn’t been this bad in years. I am hurting. The kind of hurt that makes you want to dig your nails into your arms and makes your breath go so fast it makes your head spin.
Janine
Every cell that encompasses this body and all that are surrounding me scream out in a heartache of the worst kind.
cells. mine and yours together. we make one. combined we are beautiful. separate we are even better. we don’t belong together… your cells and mine. it’s for the better….
scano
cell phones are ruining out society. cancer cells are ruining our society. we are going to be taken down by cell phones and caner cells… unless we change. lets talk about it in person! without cell phones lets fix cancer cells. we can change things! we can change things! we can change.
Zoe Irish
No walls contain me,
My thoughts are my only shackles,
My heart the only lock.
No bars to hold
No safety in bonds
I am free
Limitless, to fly
Limitless, to fall
Biology class… I still have a biology book I need to throw away. From High School. It was a study guide for something. Yellow cover. I still like reading it sometimes. I liked bio. I found it interesting.
Somehow I managed to get through school without ever having to dissect anything. I wouldn’t have been able to handle that. An autopsy? Maybe. But killing something just for the purpose of dissecting it? Makes me ill even thinking about it. And angry. Incensed is more like it. Can’t wait for holograms or synthetic substitutions to take over the role of “expendable specimens.”
Noisy Quiet
biology, cells. you made me so sad. my cells were diminished away with my tears. but no, not anymore, my cells are going to be replaced with it’s proper self.
scano
The cells all lined up next to each other. Each prisoner screams as the new guy walks in. Their lives shaken by each indescribable crime they’ve committed which has subjected them to lives as prisoners and they will be suffocated and kept in that cell for the rest of their lives…
Kelsey
i feel like making needlepoint cell diagrams. plant and animal. this weekend…
cells are what the body is made of completely. They have a lot of different active parts that do homeostasis and keep them alive. They divide ever so often to create more cells, this is there form of reproduction. They have a lot of water in them and when they die, their matter is recycled to create more cells. It’s all very efficient. All cells contain your DNA.
The smallest things, working together, can achieve incomprehensibly extraordinary things and change everything; together, they collaborate so beautifully that we cannot deny the power of unity. Take lesson in this. The next time you walk outside notice how everybody you pass is shaping the world, help them make it wonderful.
I have many cells in my body, but the ones I worry about the most are the cells that carry blood sugar. These cells have caused my eyes to deterioirate and I struggle with my vision. I hope some day that things will get better and that they will find ways to stop my eyes from having the bleeds and the fluids leaks so that I can have better vision.
when I looked under the microscope in class, and saw my own blood sample, it was red, robust, full of life. Yours was speckled with black and green. Dieing. Dead. Ill.
cells. prison. entrapment. the lack of freedom i feel when you are around. you suffocate like the four walls that make up my cage. there is no hope. free me from the captivity of your love so that i may show you whats its like. its better to be trapped with company in a cell.
charles
The tiniest of things which end up being the building blocks of something so huge.
We stayed in cells but they didn’t have bars on the doors or windows. It was an old monastery and we were supposed to feel small and deprived. I had never had my own room or even my own bed so this was the lap of luxury and I began to love God for the first time in my life.
nannan
these apartments like jail cells
locking us in
packed so tightly together
no air to breathe
it’s all stale
the smoke
the dust
the pollution
clogging our lungs
as we trudge day in
and day out
always returning
to our little cells
korrina
My cells are excited today, because it is my birthday! I know that sounds ridiculous, but I really do feel all molecularly happy today.
Cells have two forms. The animal cell and the plan cell. There are also other types of cells that is like what is called a jail cell. A cell becomes then a compartment of a whole structure. Even dorms could be considered cells. Saints lived in cells to do their studying, praying and conversations with God. Cells could then be concluded as barriers between the inner self and the outer world.
The room was full of men, the smell of their sweat reeked of the things they had done in their former lives. None of the faces were familiar but as I stared at each one, I saw myself looking back at me. The lives of these men were so familiar even though we had never met. We all were a part of the same life of crime.
morgan
the cells in our bodies float around in our fluids, bump into each other and keep doing their thing all the time. some die, some grow anew, over and over the cycle continues. i am enclosed in the cellular cell level, any itty bitty bit beyond what you can’t see. microorganisms may be just one cell.
There were fifteen people total crammed into 3 small cells. It smelled like mildew and the walls dripped with brownish water.
body blood sick cancer hospital doctor science biology animal plant nucleus membrane vacuoles mr burke mr walshe school small experiment everything .
are something to do with science, which i hated. it’s boring, its terminology based on things you can’t see or know you are touching or have contact with – although you are in contact with them everyday. cells are modern. cell phones, cellular data, skincells, stem cells and clinicalism of day to day life.
The cats called from high above us. They were linesd up behind each other, fighting to get to the food outside their cells.
She hid under the bed
Her brother in the wardrobe
Mother the attic
Father in the garage
The diary was placed
like a chest buried in sand
under the floorboards
found generations later
All my body is, is cells. They can function well or they can die. All I am is a mass of cells. But I’m much more than that. There’s more than what’s on the surface.
Cells are everywhere. They hide in the worst places. They eat, they drag, they contaminate. Terrible creatures they are! Yet we ourselves are created from too many of these things to count.
The micro-bacterial infecion has now engulfed the entire surface of the earth and it continues to spread. The next few days will be remitten with the horrors of micro-globule domination and dissonance from all forms of life fighting back in unappropriated retaliation. The once peachy surface now rests a slime green, intermittenly baring it’s original fleshy turf with the strokes of a sapphic tongue unwisely coming to groom and rescue.
The long row of empty cells remind me of the worst first date ever. I was at a bar with a girl and we got wasted and she drove us home. We got pulled over and the cops took us to jail. The saddest part is I could’ve scored with her too…..
are what keeps us alive. they multiply endlessly. they are small and self contained. they hold everything we need (you know, other than food and stuff). they can be any shape and would make a great hotel room concept Also jails, but you know not every word is perfect
we’re all made up of cells. it’s kind of amazing, if you think about it, because there are millions and millions that make us, and we can’t see them, but we can see what they become. it’s neat to think about how there are small things that make up things that make up things.
Everything made up of cells is living. Except for prisons. I’ve never been inside a living prison. Prisons might be the antithesis of life actually. No freedom. trapped inside a room with an orange uniform. Waiting for life.
cells are some of the most basic parts of life. they are everywhere and yet no one seems to care about them or notice them. in fact people try and get rid of dead cells skin cells to be exact and they dust them away, as if they didn’t make up the very core of their being.
the cells of the body regenerate themselves every 7 years
we are a whole new person because of this marvelous gift we have from our Creator, Jehovah God
Cells. Jail cells. I don’t know. I think about that, a person rotting in a jail cell and I imagine their chemical make up. Cells, with nuclei and bitties that I can’t remember from high school. But the collection of cells sitting in the cell probably never went to high school, totally missing out on gathering any information about cells. Blah! I think about my cells dividing, multiplying, whatever the fuck they do. It’s magic. And I can’t remember any of it.
biology, ms shafer. making our cell paper about exploring a cell. I wrote mine like the magic school bus. it was one of my favorite things to watch growing up and i wanted to re create it. I got to explore the cell of a dog like ms frizzles. I think i got a pretty good grade
I am locked up. I feel locked up. It hasn’t been this bad in years. I am hurting. The kind of hurt that makes you want to dig your nails into your arms and makes your breath go so fast it makes your head spin.
Every cell that encompasses this body and all that are surrounding me scream out in a heartache of the worst kind.
cells. mine and yours together. we make one. combined we are beautiful. separate we are even better. we don’t belong together… your cells and mine. it’s for the better….
cell phones are ruining out society. cancer cells are ruining our society. we are going to be taken down by cell phones and caner cells… unless we change. lets talk about it in person! without cell phones lets fix cancer cells. we can change things! we can change things! we can change.
No walls contain me,
My thoughts are my only shackles,
My heart the only lock.
No bars to hold
No safety in bonds
I am free
Limitless, to fly
Limitless, to fall
Cells
Division… mitosis…
Bubblewrap
Cancer (there’s a happy thought.)
Spy cells…
Biology class… I still have a biology book I need to throw away. From High School. It was a study guide for something. Yellow cover. I still like reading it sometimes. I liked bio. I found it interesting.
Somehow I managed to get through school without ever having to dissect anything. I wouldn’t have been able to handle that. An autopsy? Maybe. But killing something just for the purpose of dissecting it? Makes me ill even thinking about it. And angry. Incensed is more like it. Can’t wait for holograms or synthetic substitutions to take over the role of “expendable specimens.”
biology, cells. you made me so sad. my cells were diminished away with my tears. but no, not anymore, my cells are going to be replaced with it’s proper self.
The cells all lined up next to each other. Each prisoner screams as the new guy walks in. Their lives shaken by each indescribable crime they’ve committed which has subjected them to lives as prisoners and they will be suffocated and kept in that cell for the rest of their lives…
i feel like making needlepoint cell diagrams. plant and animal. this weekend…
cells are what the body is made of completely. They have a lot of different active parts that do homeostasis and keep them alive. They divide ever so often to create more cells, this is there form of reproduction. They have a lot of water in them and when they die, their matter is recycled to create more cells. It’s all very efficient. All cells contain your DNA.
my your chromosomes have combined beautifully.
I could feel it. In my brain. In my very cells. That annoying, painful twang. Guilt, maybe? I vomited. Wiped my mouth clean, and resumed.
We are all made of them; and for good reason too. Batteries, sickle, jail… don’t know how to replenish the pores, but I do have a smartphone.
The smallest things, working together, can achieve incomprehensibly extraordinary things and change everything; together, they collaborate so beautifully that we cannot deny the power of unity. Take lesson in this. The next time you walk outside notice how everybody you pass is shaping the world, help them make it wonderful.
I have many cells in my body, but the ones I worry about the most are the cells that carry blood sugar. These cells have caused my eyes to deterioirate and I struggle with my vision. I hope some day that things will get better and that they will find ways to stop my eyes from having the bleeds and the fluids leaks so that I can have better vision.
when I looked under the microscope in class, and saw my own blood sample, it was red, robust, full of life. Yours was speckled with black and green. Dieing. Dead. Ill.
cells. prison. entrapment. the lack of freedom i feel when you are around. you suffocate like the four walls that make up my cage. there is no hope. free me from the captivity of your love so that i may show you whats its like. its better to be trapped with company in a cell.
The tiniest of things which end up being the building blocks of something so huge.
We stayed in cells but they didn’t have bars on the doors or windows. It was an old monastery and we were supposed to feel small and deprived. I had never had my own room or even my own bed so this was the lap of luxury and I began to love God for the first time in my life.
these apartments like jail cells
locking us in
packed so tightly together
no air to breathe
it’s all stale
the smoke
the dust
the pollution
clogging our lungs
as we trudge day in
and day out
always returning
to our little cells
My cells are excited today, because it is my birthday! I know that sounds ridiculous, but I really do feel all molecularly happy today.
Cells have two forms. The animal cell and the plan cell. There are also other types of cells that is like what is called a jail cell. A cell becomes then a compartment of a whole structure. Even dorms could be considered cells. Saints lived in cells to do their studying, praying and conversations with God. Cells could then be concluded as barriers between the inner self and the outer world.
The room was full of men, the smell of their sweat reeked of the things they had done in their former lives. None of the faces were familiar but as I stared at each one, I saw myself looking back at me. The lives of these men were so familiar even though we had never met. We all were a part of the same life of crime.
the cells in our bodies float around in our fluids, bump into each other and keep doing their thing all the time. some die, some grow anew, over and over the cycle continues. i am enclosed in the cellular cell level, any itty bitty bit beyond what you can’t see. microorganisms may be just one cell.