The dark eyes staring through the bars of those cells followed him down the corridor. Moaning and painful screams deafened his ears. Why was he the one to replace the bolts of the electric chair?! It felt, like ghosts of the already wasted men followed every step he took in this wrecked old building.
My many ideas could be compared to simple cells which come together to create something bigger and brighter that may come in handy some day.
Zuzanna
two types. like as in batteries and human cells. though i dont know much about both, they form an important part of a human’s life. without a cell, no human body can be formed and without cells, no electronic gadgets can function independently. stem cells are much important for longer life. it helps in regenerating human bodies when they deteriorate.
Giriraj
cells are small things the body is made up of like jail cells and the people in prison are sitting in the cells angry toilet using together sleeping on hard beds. Lots of concrete and hard metal bars, cold against their fingertips, very cold if they were to press their cheek to it. No smiles.
Caitlin
It was funny to him, Daniel thought angrily, to be beaten to a pulp. Why couldn’t he simply swallow his damn pills? They wouldn’t get angry, violent, stupid then. But he just continued to laugh, so cry, to shiver, to bask in the glory of his beating. Daniel wanted to pull him away from the mess, to tell him that he loved him, ask him to stop his ingratitude and childishness. But he knew better than to ask the man he loved anything at all. He wouldn’t understand. He would stare, then continue tormenting the men and women in white with their black, hurtful clubs. Daniel returned to his cell to shut out the cries of agony leaving the lips of a man he loved… a man who would never return his love.
Lilee
make up every part of our body. from the mothers womb, to the big wide world, we are constantly being renewed and regenerated internally. to me it represents the change in the world that we don’t see and that we just have to accept occurs. if we could see all this change every day we would simply be.. stunned.
Charlotte
They were all there, sitting in a row. Little rooms, little prisons, some padded while others were cold, hard cement. My friends and enemies sat in them at night, were released at night, and held against their will. Hard beds, lumpy pillows, thin blankets. Sometimes they gave me a jacket, but only when I misbehaved, when I hurt an orderly or got too ‘out of hand’. But it was nice during the summer. The cool walls of our cells kept our minds out of our insanity, and completely in oblivion. They liked us that way, and to be honest, I liked us that way, too.
I sit in cells in my mind. They hold me in, trapped in your memories… I love it. I love you,
Ellie
Det allra minsta i oss. Tänk vad häftigt att det fungerar i oss. Jag får en känsla av att membranet gör dem lite hårda, men vad vet jg. Undrar hur det på riktigt ser ut när en bebis blir till och cellerna delas. Troligtvis ganska tufft. Vi har cellerna mycket att tacka för. De transporterar allt vi behöver ut i våra kroppar. Från hjässan ner till lilltån. Coolt!
Jenny
For the remainder of the day we paced along the inner courtyard wall, gazing upon what we already had seen endlessly, noting the minuscule growth of each weed, sparse blades of grass, and ants tirelessly working at a job they would never finish. The ant is often overlooked as insignificant, but with a discerning eye one would see that the ant works without end on a task they know they will have to repeat, over and over, until their short life ends, which could be seen to them as an eternity, or in more likelihood, a lifetime. The ant steadfastly builds without frustration what we kick into dust without remorse or even deliberation. They are pegged as short sighted by those of us whose existence would be shattered if just one other were to misplace the tiniest trinket, only furthermore locking us into our tiny prison.
feels like im stuck in a cell with all of these emotions and thoughts stuck in my head
i tell myself im going to change but when thought comes to action seems like i never do
its like im given the option to leave my cell and i dont
balls in my court and i dont take the opportunity
Charles King
she stuck the cell phone to her ear.
“hello?”
silence seemed to scream on the other side.
“Who is this?”
more silence seeped out the reciever.
“don’t call again.. please!”
she slammed the phone shut.
Aubrey Boyd
trapped in a cell, he was as good as dead,
although his cells were alive.
He glanced at his cell; there was no reception.
He couldn’t call.
like I mentioned,
trapped in a cell, he was as good as dead.
what do you mean you dont love me anymore? i dont even think thats possible. like how can you not love someone you were with for 3 years? i thnk you mean inlove. bc how can you not love me. love me.
ramona
blood. water. fighting. white. i live. i die. one. millions. small. large. earthy. happy. devastated.
The cells in your body are the key component of life on this earth. It is petty and shallow to say that we need them, rather, we are them. We are made up of cells. Whether we admit that we are composed of chemicals or not, we are.
Paul Tashman
Cells … little brain cells! What a marvelous concept that was, with the little Belgian detective. I need to go back and reread some of his books – take a little time out from life and put myself in a different place and time.
The human race is a wondrous species, ever growing, learning, evolving. Made of millions upon millions of little cells racing around inside of them. Pushing them, urging them forward to the dawn of a new millennium and yet they never know why. Never knowing they’ve heeded the Siren’s Call and brought themselves to be dashed upon the proverbial rocks in the name of science, exploration and growth. As a whole they are tireless and constant in their march towards a new world but as individuals often they quarrel and stumble as they are weary creatures with such a burden to bear. Atlas has long since shrugged the weight from his back and onto these tiny and fearful creatures. The world is theirs now, to grow and conquer never knowing why.
Rosa
An infinitely small set of structures, that comprise the whole of the human race.
Wyatt
every cell of you is a letter. together your tissues make words. you my dear are a poem. i want to read you like Braille. run my fingers over your angles and curves, all the things that make your letters unique
jason p
Cells make up the body, but are also where bodies are held. The body contains cells, but cells also contain bodies.
sabrina
Body parts ache, she feels it right down to her bones- even her cells resist. She’s just… She can’t go on. She’s exhausted. It’s all just too much, and too soon, and too…
It’s too hard. She’s too tired, and it’s just. Too. Hard.
I love science. I really do.
But I can’t do well in it. I like learning, but i just can’t seem to fucking score!
Most of the people in my class gets A’s. And i’m over here just minding my own business with a B for a grade
Ichinose Kaoru
cells are amazing! they make up the world!i ammade up of cells, that communicate with each other, sticking together to create me! and work well in times of crisis and on a day to day level do so much that I am not even aware of…
ada
Spots that fill up with the crust of a thousand little tiny nations, all of them disintegrated, all of them downsized and microcapsuled before being swept away to fit in to what? to fit in to a tiny cell. And here the myriad lay preserved, in a shallow attempt at reconciliation with our past.
In the Molesey apiary on a hot Saturday afternoon, millions of bees flying and the buzzing is hypnotic, we open ours and are privy to the miracle and trained to identify every stage, the shapes of the grubs in their cells from tiny seed-like capsule to burgeoning crescent to fat grub and then capped for the alchemical transformation to bee, their ceaseless activity and unerring sense of purpose, foragers landing with their legs laden, pollens: the black of poppies, the ghostly white dusting of Himalayan balsam and every shade of yellow, I am hypnotised by the hive, I am where I want to be, I have found a place where I can transform, behind my veil, mysteriously, internally
geraldine
Gen opened his eyes to see the inside of yet another four walled claustrophobia-inducing space. He groaned and rolled over only to get stuck half-way due to the chains around his wrists. “Damn, damn, double damn,” he said and tried to fish in his pocket for the object that had landed him in yet another cell; to his great satisfaction, the small key was still there. With that, he knew that this latest imprisonment was worth it.
Cells are something that I don’t know much about. They’re curious, you know? Like, all of these individual, little things are holding our body together and it’s almost terrifying – unbelievable. Whatever. They are what they are, and beauty is not knowing.
Clara Jean
The walls of the cube was stone cold, yet not stone. It was soft but not hard. No matter how loud I yelled, no one heard me. I am in here all by my lonesome. How can one live like this. I can’t bust out of this emotion.
when i think of cells i think of the human body and how incredibly complex it is. the human cell itself is a beautiful thing. it has so many components that each have an individual role. if one of these components is altered or damaged the entire system, the human body, can shut down
Clare
Cells looks like cellos and just as cells are in my body I feel within me a need to play the cello. Because cello is music and music is magic and love and feeling and high and low and sway and fall and everything anything.
Our entire being is crafted by thousands, on millions, on billions of them. Cells, which make up our genetic DNA and are the complexe designs that make us what or who we are. Yet they are so fine, so microscopic, so underappreciated. It just shows how unaware we are as a people.
buggie allen
all my cells
are quietly dying
except for the ones
that are quietly growing
good of them to keep busy, I guess
Cells are the start of humanity. The basis of creation, a prison cell. A containment of freedom and the start of a life. How are terms so varied in meaning spelled the same way? A holding cell, a blood cell.
Claire
they are the basis of life. one tiny organism multiplied by infinity, working seamlessly together, to run the most incredibly complex machine ever. everything that we know, live, breathe and see is in our cells. and if we want to find the answers to our greatest questions about ourselves, then we must look at the basis of the questions, and by extension then the basis of ourselves.
Micah
are what all is made of are infected with black crippling soul waste are making new cells right now are bleeding and dying & decomposing at a rapid rate but rising and falling, too, and eating and breathing and living and loving and falling off of my face & onto the floor and hair, too
madmanblake
Cells of the honey comb holding a sweet nectar out to me and I steal it away. One thousand of you buzzing round my head like the voices of my past as I walk away with your treasure, your livelihood.
The very cells of my being shivered with dread. I dragged my feet, feeling the static crawl up my legs and through my bones as if it was an army of insects. It was here that everything terrible in my life began. Everything dreadful, everything fearful, everything that brought me to my knees in pain of remembrance. Here he destroyed me, and I didn’t know how I would ever look at those walls again. How do you return to innocence when it was never your choice to lose it?
The dark eyes staring through the bars of those cells followed him down the corridor. Moaning and painful screams deafened his ears. Why was he the one to replace the bolts of the electric chair?! It felt, like ghosts of the already wasted men followed every step he took in this wrecked old building.
My many ideas could be compared to simple cells which come together to create something bigger and brighter that may come in handy some day.
two types. like as in batteries and human cells. though i dont know much about both, they form an important part of a human’s life. without a cell, no human body can be formed and without cells, no electronic gadgets can function independently. stem cells are much important for longer life. it helps in regenerating human bodies when they deteriorate.
cells are small things the body is made up of like jail cells and the people in prison are sitting in the cells angry toilet using together sleeping on hard beds. Lots of concrete and hard metal bars, cold against their fingertips, very cold if they were to press their cheek to it. No smiles.
It was funny to him, Daniel thought angrily, to be beaten to a pulp. Why couldn’t he simply swallow his damn pills? They wouldn’t get angry, violent, stupid then. But he just continued to laugh, so cry, to shiver, to bask in the glory of his beating. Daniel wanted to pull him away from the mess, to tell him that he loved him, ask him to stop his ingratitude and childishness. But he knew better than to ask the man he loved anything at all. He wouldn’t understand. He would stare, then continue tormenting the men and women in white with their black, hurtful clubs. Daniel returned to his cell to shut out the cries of agony leaving the lips of a man he loved… a man who would never return his love.
make up every part of our body. from the mothers womb, to the big wide world, we are constantly being renewed and regenerated internally. to me it represents the change in the world that we don’t see and that we just have to accept occurs. if we could see all this change every day we would simply be.. stunned.
They were all there, sitting in a row. Little rooms, little prisons, some padded while others were cold, hard cement. My friends and enemies sat in them at night, were released at night, and held against their will. Hard beds, lumpy pillows, thin blankets. Sometimes they gave me a jacket, but only when I misbehaved, when I hurt an orderly or got too ‘out of hand’. But it was nice during the summer. The cool walls of our cells kept our minds out of our insanity, and completely in oblivion. They liked us that way, and to be honest, I liked us that way, too.
I sit in cells in my mind. They hold me in, trapped in your memories… I love it. I love you,
Det allra minsta i oss. Tänk vad häftigt att det fungerar i oss. Jag får en känsla av att membranet gör dem lite hårda, men vad vet jg. Undrar hur det på riktigt ser ut när en bebis blir till och cellerna delas. Troligtvis ganska tufft. Vi har cellerna mycket att tacka för. De transporterar allt vi behöver ut i våra kroppar. Från hjässan ner till lilltån. Coolt!
For the remainder of the day we paced along the inner courtyard wall, gazing upon what we already had seen endlessly, noting the minuscule growth of each weed, sparse blades of grass, and ants tirelessly working at a job they would never finish. The ant is often overlooked as insignificant, but with a discerning eye one would see that the ant works without end on a task they know they will have to repeat, over and over, until their short life ends, which could be seen to them as an eternity, or in more likelihood, a lifetime. The ant steadfastly builds without frustration what we kick into dust without remorse or even deliberation. They are pegged as short sighted by those of us whose existence would be shattered if just one other were to misplace the tiniest trinket, only furthermore locking us into our tiny prison.
feels like im stuck in a cell with all of these emotions and thoughts stuck in my head
i tell myself im going to change but when thought comes to action seems like i never do
its like im given the option to leave my cell and i dont
balls in my court and i dont take the opportunity
she stuck the cell phone to her ear.
“hello?”
silence seemed to scream on the other side.
“Who is this?”
more silence seeped out the reciever.
“don’t call again.. please!”
she slammed the phone shut.
trapped in a cell, he was as good as dead,
although his cells were alive.
He glanced at his cell; there was no reception.
He couldn’t call.
like I mentioned,
trapped in a cell, he was as good as dead.
Sounds like a disease, cancer. Scary. I don’t like the word at all. Or maybe prison or to be locked in somewhere. Don’t like that word ;)
what do you mean you dont love me anymore? i dont even think thats possible. like how can you not love someone you were with for 3 years? i thnk you mean inlove. bc how can you not love me. love me.
blood. water. fighting. white. i live. i die. one. millions. small. large. earthy. happy. devastated.
The Pied Piper went round and round
“My flute is so old”, he said!
No kids did follow him
In shame, he went red.
A kid did come by
With dirty hands, skin yellow
“Don’t be so upset, Mr. Piper!”
“Would you like to play on my cell-o?”
The cells in your body are the key component of life on this earth. It is petty and shallow to say that we need them, rather, we are them. We are made up of cells. Whether we admit that we are composed of chemicals or not, we are.
Cells … little brain cells! What a marvelous concept that was, with the little Belgian detective. I need to go back and reread some of his books – take a little time out from life and put myself in a different place and time.
The human race is a wondrous species, ever growing, learning, evolving. Made of millions upon millions of little cells racing around inside of them. Pushing them, urging them forward to the dawn of a new millennium and yet they never know why. Never knowing they’ve heeded the Siren’s Call and brought themselves to be dashed upon the proverbial rocks in the name of science, exploration and growth. As a whole they are tireless and constant in their march towards a new world but as individuals often they quarrel and stumble as they are weary creatures with such a burden to bear. Atlas has long since shrugged the weight from his back and onto these tiny and fearful creatures. The world is theirs now, to grow and conquer never knowing why.
An infinitely small set of structures, that comprise the whole of the human race.
every cell of you is a letter. together your tissues make words. you my dear are a poem. i want to read you like Braille. run my fingers over your angles and curves, all the things that make your letters unique
Cells make up the body, but are also where bodies are held. The body contains cells, but cells also contain bodies.
Body parts ache, she feels it right down to her bones- even her cells resist. She’s just… She can’t go on. She’s exhausted. It’s all just too much, and too soon, and too…
It’s too hard. She’s too tired, and it’s just. Too. Hard.
I love science. I really do.
But I can’t do well in it. I like learning, but i just can’t seem to fucking score!
Most of the people in my class gets A’s. And i’m over here just minding my own business with a B for a grade
cells are amazing! they make up the world!i ammade up of cells, that communicate with each other, sticking together to create me! and work well in times of crisis and on a day to day level do so much that I am not even aware of…
Spots that fill up with the crust of a thousand little tiny nations, all of them disintegrated, all of them downsized and microcapsuled before being swept away to fit in to what? to fit in to a tiny cell. And here the myriad lay preserved, in a shallow attempt at reconciliation with our past.
In the Molesey apiary on a hot Saturday afternoon, millions of bees flying and the buzzing is hypnotic, we open ours and are privy to the miracle and trained to identify every stage, the shapes of the grubs in their cells from tiny seed-like capsule to burgeoning crescent to fat grub and then capped for the alchemical transformation to bee, their ceaseless activity and unerring sense of purpose, foragers landing with their legs laden, pollens: the black of poppies, the ghostly white dusting of Himalayan balsam and every shade of yellow, I am hypnotised by the hive, I am where I want to be, I have found a place where I can transform, behind my veil, mysteriously, internally
Gen opened his eyes to see the inside of yet another four walled claustrophobia-inducing space. He groaned and rolled over only to get stuck half-way due to the chains around his wrists. “Damn, damn, double damn,” he said and tried to fish in his pocket for the object that had landed him in yet another cell; to his great satisfaction, the small key was still there. With that, he knew that this latest imprisonment was worth it.
Cells are something that I don’t know much about. They’re curious, you know? Like, all of these individual, little things are holding our body together and it’s almost terrifying – unbelievable. Whatever. They are what they are, and beauty is not knowing.
The walls of the cube was stone cold, yet not stone. It was soft but not hard. No matter how loud I yelled, no one heard me. I am in here all by my lonesome. How can one live like this. I can’t bust out of this emotion.
when i think of cells i think of the human body and how incredibly complex it is. the human cell itself is a beautiful thing. it has so many components that each have an individual role. if one of these components is altered or damaged the entire system, the human body, can shut down
Cells looks like cellos and just as cells are in my body I feel within me a need to play the cello. Because cello is music and music is magic and love and feeling and high and low and sway and fall and everything anything.
Our entire being is crafted by thousands, on millions, on billions of them. Cells, which make up our genetic DNA and are the complexe designs that make us what or who we are. Yet they are so fine, so microscopic, so underappreciated. It just shows how unaware we are as a people.
all my cells
are quietly dying
except for the ones
that are quietly growing
good of them to keep busy, I guess
Cells are the start of humanity. The basis of creation, a prison cell. A containment of freedom and the start of a life. How are terms so varied in meaning spelled the same way? A holding cell, a blood cell.
they are the basis of life. one tiny organism multiplied by infinity, working seamlessly together, to run the most incredibly complex machine ever. everything that we know, live, breathe and see is in our cells. and if we want to find the answers to our greatest questions about ourselves, then we must look at the basis of the questions, and by extension then the basis of ourselves.
are what all is made of are infected with black crippling soul waste are making new cells right now are bleeding and dying & decomposing at a rapid rate but rising and falling, too, and eating and breathing and living and loving and falling off of my face & onto the floor and hair, too
Cells of the honey comb holding a sweet nectar out to me and I steal it away. One thousand of you buzzing round my head like the voices of my past as I walk away with your treasure, your livelihood.
The very cells of my being shivered with dread. I dragged my feet, feeling the static crawl up my legs and through my bones as if it was an army of insects. It was here that everything terrible in my life began. Everything dreadful, everything fearful, everything that brought me to my knees in pain of remembrance. Here he destroyed me, and I didn’t know how I would ever look at those walls again. How do you return to innocence when it was never your choice to lose it?