Cells are in our body. They are also where prisoners are kept. Cells are also a nickname for cellular telephones. pretty cool, huh? :) haha. anyways, so, cells. yeah. idk what else to say. cells have 5 letters, and are a plural noun. (how the heck did i know that?? lol)
Sami
I talk in it all the time. Everybody talks in it. It’s almost an addiction.. It’s hard for the old generation to follow the developement in cells. Before they were big, but now they are very small. It’s amazing.
Clara
Jail cells or cells that make up matter? Does it matter?
Shania
As he was about to turn around to head back inside, Jensen caught sight of a small building off to the right behind some snow-laden trees. He slogged through the warm drifts until he came to the building that looked rather modern and high tech and read a sign on the door: Biohazard Live Cells.
I wish I were a mutant and had super awesome powers. Sadly, my cellular structure is pretty normal and such things will never come to pass. One could only dream.
biology and chemicals, photosynthesis to make plants grow. symbiosis trapped inside, cagged, imprisoned in physics, chemistry and biology. double ll’s
sasha
biology class. i really liked biology when i was a kid i just guess i was curios. i’m still curious today. about lots of more things dough. especially life.
Tiby
If I remember one thing from science last year, it’s that everything living is made of cells. Tiny, tiny, microscopic things. I remember looking at a tree leaf beneath a microscope and thinking “that’s me”. I remember him standing next to me, looking over my shoulder, and waiting. I remember smiling in secret.
Walls find me in the mist of their own closing, punished by my own captivity I am alone. The bars are no longer serving alcohol to drowned my inner sorrows. Black and white stripes now identify my number, my identity. Here I am in the cell of my mind, I am a a victim, I am a saint. I have no one left to blame for my captivity. I am morning my loss of freedom under cemented lighting. Tomorrow will trap my destiny, insanity has become my life.
skin
how to make new life,
disgusting
prison
prison break
jennifer lopez
puma
soccer shoes
middlesbrough
Nikolai
The beginning and the end
The macrocosmos in the microcosmos
Where life’s restrictions arise
And yet the freedom remains as always
To take me somewhere else
To let my imagination soar
To let me live by dreams
To let me die by constraints
That I am so eager to create
animals and plants all have similar cells, small pockets from corks the knowledge we’ve gotten from such complex things morphed into simplicity. the mitochondria in children is said to come from the mother’s always, it’s no wonder I sleep as much as my mother does now, or maybe that’s my bad habits.
Andrew Mitzel
they were all in their own cells, complete with a toilet and a bed held to the wall with chains. i strolled down the hallway, a guard on either side of me, until they finally stopped and said, “This is him.”
I turned to my right to see the man i once loved, now unshaven, groggy and completely evil looking, sitting on the bed as if the world had ended. and maybe it had.
The white padded cells were all empty by the time the guards got there. The only sign that there had ever been anyone there to begin with was the dead guard and the note scrawled on the wall with something that looked suspiciously blood-like:
Why so serious?
LeahDino
The cells held the world within his mind like a castle tower holding the princess captive. The theatre that held the dance in his head closed its curtains one final time as the poppy sleep took hold of him and he drifted into oblivion.
Kendrick Ong
She walked down the long hallway, hand casually resting on the handle of her gun. Box after box of living spaces made of metal bars lined the walls. It smelled of death; this was the place where they put them when there was no hope. This dusty, dank room, where forlorn cries echoed across the concrete ceiling; this was the world of the dead.
my plan for bio lab: choose the most nerdy-looking boy in the class to be my lab partner. he turned out to be a neuroscience, biology double major and told me to edit the grammar in our lab reports while he wrote them the night before they were due. i also glued the pages to our presentation board. A+
the building blocks of all living things. at least i think so, I can’t claim any great biological knowledge at this point in my life. but this i do know, isn’t it awesome that so much happens in such a minute little space?
It got bigger….the cells were growing and he knew it was coming… At the last minute he had a change of mind…”STOP!” he yelled…”please…stop”. But it was already too late.
Hanna-Kristel
cells explode inside of me
the essence of my being
being blown up
destroyed
damaged by the insensitivity of your behavior
breathe in
breathe out
my brain rolls into a deep sleep
Wasting time i didn’t have, trapped in a cell of self pity for being unable to contribute to the world, not contributing to the world for the fear of inability, I just need you to come hold my hand and take me with you. I wish I could tell you how much I need you, wish you could tell me how it is your world seems, so I could feel less strange about mine, so I could let myself out of this cell and try my hand at life.
There are many different type of cells in the human body… i remember I learnt all of them when I was in junior high… right now I can tell you some, but not even half the ones i knew.. it’s really interesting all the things they can do!
andrea
next to me were two cells, one I knew to hold an old man who had kept me busy the first few nights here by telling me about his first time here. the other cell was empty.
Nina
cells of atoms cells of criminals cells of shoes are what intersts me most. they take up space and yet i love them, neetly lining my closet each canvased cell alligned precisely to show off the candies shoes inside. much like a real cell, so important to the human body and ever putting forth life and energy, these rows and rows of neeaty coordinated color give me creativity and joy.
caroline
I remember learning about cells in biology class. That was last year, but to be entirely honest I don’t remember much. I remember the basic build-up, so to speak, of the cell, with the cell wall and the cytoplasm and whatnot, but that’s about it.
RBH
Cells. Well, they’re these things in your body… I mean we’re all just masses of cells. No more, no less. No better. So it doesn’t matter what we do, does it?
Everything is made of cells they are the foundation for which we live. They contain the chambers of life that produce what is vital to survive and they never cease generating themselves. This determination to never stop is admirable and transplants to many aspects of the human psyche. Cells are the basis of nature and all life forms. They allow evolution to occur and dare constantly changing to better themselves
Riley Hayes
The energy cells from the sun are transferred to earthly vessels – from space to space below –
are cool and amazing good looking human demanding incredable things
mark
Isn’t it odd that everything is made up of these molecular things. So small, an yet controllable. And it is odd that they can mutate and kill you. They are the smallest of things that can cause death. Mosquitoes are the same way. One little thing can end a life or cause such an emmense effect. Then everyone around that death is affected and their lives can be changed forever. All it takes is that cell to change so much. They can also cause such beauty. A plant completely made up of cells and is completely captivating. So many small insignificant cells add up and can cause beauty or the ugliness of death
Jessica
the beginning is always the most beautiful. The singular force that bursts from the darkness; there is nothing then all of a sudden there is something. Fruitful multiplication, everything starts from somewhere, a place much smaller and less dignified that the end.
Headwraps
I wonder what the people who live their lives in cells think of the rest of us?
We can claim they put themselves in there and some of them may even prefer to live there but cells are very limiting and it is hard to see the sky !
I have never seen the inside of a prison except when I went to see the famous tourist site Alkatraz. I got goosebumps on my back when I thought of the loneliness of the former inmates. The cells are only as big as a small single bed and a handbasin . Not much room for keeping fit there!
Is this the best we can do to rehabilitate our socially unacceptable members ?
I know these people committed crimes and will do so again unless ‘learning a lesson’ but is this the best and most productive way of achieving this aim?
Cells are home to some people – I am not sure I would feel comfortable there.
Noreen Walsh
Cellular things seem so small, but to them, we seem so big. We, as humans, are large to them. We’re collected of them. They’re smaller people holding hands together and sitting close with elbows touching. In the same way, humans are too. Look at third world countries with outrageous populations. Packed rooms, packed cars, packed subways, packed streets, packed everything. Their elbows are touching. So we’re all a little like cells, but with more definition. Yeah, lets get together and create something, shall we?
Matt Applebury
Every cell in my body is feeling it. Living off it, breathing it. Feeding it to it’s young. And what is it? Love. And it’s real this time. It never was before. It never was.
individuals. a body and the cell. a society and the person. who makes who? who affects who? who is more important? the cell comes in multitudes and multitudes. what is one cell? is it nothing? everything?
emily
Chemistry class was never fun. And she was always stressed at the end of it. She was always stressed at the end of everything. Her stress relief, she called me. But i dont feel i ever made any difference. And yet she swears she loves me. She swears.
Jade Carter
In yoga it is believed that you not only store intelligence in your brain, but in every cell of your body. We are made up of highly intelligent living cells– therefore, we eat, speak, breathe intelligence.
cells are tiny things. they contain vacuoles , membranes and nuclei. i learned about hem in school. plants and animals have cells. animal cells don’t have cell walls but plants do/
Cells are in our body. They are also where prisoners are kept. Cells are also a nickname for cellular telephones. pretty cool, huh? :) haha. anyways, so, cells. yeah. idk what else to say. cells have 5 letters, and are a plural noun. (how the heck did i know that?? lol)
I talk in it all the time. Everybody talks in it. It’s almost an addiction.. It’s hard for the old generation to follow the developement in cells. Before they were big, but now they are very small. It’s amazing.
Jail cells or cells that make up matter? Does it matter?
As he was about to turn around to head back inside, Jensen caught sight of a small building off to the right behind some snow-laden trees. He slogged through the warm drifts until he came to the building that looked rather modern and high tech and read a sign on the door: Biohazard Live Cells.
Tiny little bodies trapped in a giant universe. Suffering, and enslaved to work for a higher authority, all joined together for one cause; death.
I wish I were a mutant and had super awesome powers. Sadly, my cellular structure is pretty normal and such things will never come to pass. One could only dream.
biology and chemicals, photosynthesis to make plants grow. symbiosis trapped inside, cagged, imprisoned in physics, chemistry and biology. double ll’s
biology class. i really liked biology when i was a kid i just guess i was curios. i’m still curious today. about lots of more things dough. especially life.
If I remember one thing from science last year, it’s that everything living is made of cells. Tiny, tiny, microscopic things. I remember looking at a tree leaf beneath a microscope and thinking “that’s me”. I remember him standing next to me, looking over my shoulder, and waiting. I remember smiling in secret.
Walls find me in the mist of their own closing, punished by my own captivity I am alone. The bars are no longer serving alcohol to drowned my inner sorrows. Black and white stripes now identify my number, my identity. Here I am in the cell of my mind, I am a a victim, I am a saint. I have no one left to blame for my captivity. I am morning my loss of freedom under cemented lighting. Tomorrow will trap my destiny, insanity has become my life.
skin
how to make new life,
disgusting
prison
prison break
jennifer lopez
puma
soccer shoes
middlesbrough
The beginning and the end
The macrocosmos in the microcosmos
Where life’s restrictions arise
And yet the freedom remains as always
To take me somewhere else
To let my imagination soar
To let me live by dreams
To let me die by constraints
That I am so eager to create
animals and plants all have similar cells, small pockets from corks the knowledge we’ve gotten from such complex things morphed into simplicity. the mitochondria in children is said to come from the mother’s always, it’s no wonder I sleep as much as my mother does now, or maybe that’s my bad habits.
they were all in their own cells, complete with a toilet and a bed held to the wall with chains. i strolled down the hallway, a guard on either side of me, until they finally stopped and said, “This is him.”
I turned to my right to see the man i once loved, now unshaven, groggy and completely evil looking, sitting on the bed as if the world had ended. and maybe it had.
The white padded cells were all empty by the time the guards got there. The only sign that there had ever been anyone there to begin with was the dead guard and the note scrawled on the wall with something that looked suspiciously blood-like:
Why so serious?
The cells held the world within his mind like a castle tower holding the princess captive. The theatre that held the dance in his head closed its curtains one final time as the poppy sleep took hold of him and he drifted into oblivion.
She walked down the long hallway, hand casually resting on the handle of her gun. Box after box of living spaces made of metal bars lined the walls. It smelled of death; this was the place where they put them when there was no hope. This dusty, dank room, where forlorn cries echoed across the concrete ceiling; this was the world of the dead.
my plan for bio lab: choose the most nerdy-looking boy in the class to be my lab partner. he turned out to be a neuroscience, biology double major and told me to edit the grammar in our lab reports while he wrote them the night before they were due. i also glued the pages to our presentation board. A+
the building blocks of all living things. at least i think so, I can’t claim any great biological knowledge at this point in my life. but this i do know, isn’t it awesome that so much happens in such a minute little space?
It got bigger….the cells were growing and he knew it was coming… At the last minute he had a change of mind…”STOP!” he yelled…”please…stop”. But it was already too late.
cells explode inside of me
the essence of my being
being blown up
destroyed
damaged by the insensitivity of your behavior
breathe in
breathe out
my brain rolls into a deep sleep
Wasting time i didn’t have, trapped in a cell of self pity for being unable to contribute to the world, not contributing to the world for the fear of inability, I just need you to come hold my hand and take me with you. I wish I could tell you how much I need you, wish you could tell me how it is your world seems, so I could feel less strange about mine, so I could let myself out of this cell and try my hand at life.
There are many different type of cells in the human body… i remember I learnt all of them when I was in junior high… right now I can tell you some, but not even half the ones i knew.. it’s really interesting all the things they can do!
next to me were two cells, one I knew to hold an old man who had kept me busy the first few nights here by telling me about his first time here. the other cell was empty.
cells of atoms cells of criminals cells of shoes are what intersts me most. they take up space and yet i love them, neetly lining my closet each canvased cell alligned precisely to show off the candies shoes inside. much like a real cell, so important to the human body and ever putting forth life and energy, these rows and rows of neeaty coordinated color give me creativity and joy.
I remember learning about cells in biology class. That was last year, but to be entirely honest I don’t remember much. I remember the basic build-up, so to speak, of the cell, with the cell wall and the cytoplasm and whatnot, but that’s about it.
Cells. Well, they’re these things in your body… I mean we’re all just masses of cells. No more, no less. No better. So it doesn’t matter what we do, does it?
makes me think of science. or prison.
but, science classes can be a prison….and math.
Everything is made of cells they are the foundation for which we live. They contain the chambers of life that produce what is vital to survive and they never cease generating themselves. This determination to never stop is admirable and transplants to many aspects of the human psyche. Cells are the basis of nature and all life forms. They allow evolution to occur and dare constantly changing to better themselves
The energy cells from the sun are transferred to earthly vessels – from space to space below –
are cool and amazing good looking human demanding incredable things
Isn’t it odd that everything is made up of these molecular things. So small, an yet controllable. And it is odd that they can mutate and kill you. They are the smallest of things that can cause death. Mosquitoes are the same way. One little thing can end a life or cause such an emmense effect. Then everyone around that death is affected and their lives can be changed forever. All it takes is that cell to change so much. They can also cause such beauty. A plant completely made up of cells and is completely captivating. So many small insignificant cells add up and can cause beauty or the ugliness of death
the beginning is always the most beautiful. The singular force that bursts from the darkness; there is nothing then all of a sudden there is something. Fruitful multiplication, everything starts from somewhere, a place much smaller and less dignified that the end.
I wonder what the people who live their lives in cells think of the rest of us?
We can claim they put themselves in there and some of them may even prefer to live there but cells are very limiting and it is hard to see the sky !
I have never seen the inside of a prison except when I went to see the famous tourist site Alkatraz. I got goosebumps on my back when I thought of the loneliness of the former inmates. The cells are only as big as a small single bed and a handbasin . Not much room for keeping fit there!
Is this the best we can do to rehabilitate our socially unacceptable members ?
I know these people committed crimes and will do so again unless ‘learning a lesson’ but is this the best and most productive way of achieving this aim?
Cells are home to some people – I am not sure I would feel comfortable there.
Cellular things seem so small, but to them, we seem so big. We, as humans, are large to them. We’re collected of them. They’re smaller people holding hands together and sitting close with elbows touching. In the same way, humans are too. Look at third world countries with outrageous populations. Packed rooms, packed cars, packed subways, packed streets, packed everything. Their elbows are touching. So we’re all a little like cells, but with more definition. Yeah, lets get together and create something, shall we?
Every cell in my body is feeling it. Living off it, breathing it. Feeding it to it’s young. And what is it? Love. And it’s real this time. It never was before. It never was.
individuals. a body and the cell. a society and the person. who makes who? who affects who? who is more important? the cell comes in multitudes and multitudes. what is one cell? is it nothing? everything?
Chemistry class was never fun. And she was always stressed at the end of it. She was always stressed at the end of everything. Her stress relief, she called me. But i dont feel i ever made any difference. And yet she swears she loves me. She swears.
In yoga it is believed that you not only store intelligence in your brain, but in every cell of your body. We are made up of highly intelligent living cells– therefore, we eat, speak, breathe intelligence.
cells are tiny things. they contain vacuoles , membranes and nuclei. i learned about hem in school. plants and animals have cells. animal cells don’t have cell walls but plants do/