Mine is tiny and I’m locked in with no chance of leaving. I pace the floor to keep myself from madness but I’m sure these repeated actions with qualify as insanity.
amy
something that holds life. also holds criminals. could also be several cell phones. i don’t know what else to write about when it comes to cells. i wonder how this is going to turn out. I am totally not understanding this.
gaylyn
they say that we are made up of cells.. I find it hard to believe especially when my ear drum jerrs hearing my son scream or when my wife kisses me – how can so many beautiful sensations happen through cells?
Bala
the multitude of miniscual parts that make up my core; jails; the plural form of the enemy on Dragonball Z.
Alex
Cells are like bells ringing in wells of thought processes.
Woob
cells. excel. spreadsheets. formulas. math. technical. challenges.
cells. brain. skin. red & white blood. cancer.
cells. prison. criminal. accused. confined.
mind map.
C.V.
Cells are something that I hardly understand. I’m not a scientist myself, personally. It confuses me, if you think about it, that cells are living in our body. We’re living in our planet, our planet is in our solar system, etc. etc. People say that the cell of the human brain looks similar to the solar system. Does that mean people are living.. in us? Hmm…
Samantha
Millions or cells make up millions or things.
This doesn’t even make sense.
I’m just a shit ton of cells.
The cells in my body cry out for attention. Too long have I closed my ears and my eyes to what they need. I try to control them through my mind. But it never works.
They call with a language of biology, of tissue and organs. They demand trust in their infinite intelligence — so I let go and breathe.
I stair at the dripping walls, and realize there are the sounds of others with me. I hear them. i begin tapping on the stone and mortar separating us. desperate to get their attention in order to open the lines of communication.
we are prisons of our own doing. You live in your’s, I live in mine. If we could only discover the key to unlocking each others doors. We could learn to understand each other, look into each others eyes. We could face each other as equals, instead of the walls that separate us.
I’ve often thought there was a very close relation to living beings and the cells within them. The societies we build are just greater examples of the functioning systems in which cells run. The earth is the body, the roads arteries, cities organs, and we…we’re the cells.
With each divide and multiply, she grew a little stronger. A few more here, a few more there, then scattering across the landscape. And then growing where they landed. Sometimes they failed, sometimes they died, but the growth continued, leading towards the oncoming revolution.
cells are things that make up things made of other things that happen to be made by those very things. cells are cells. prison cells? suddenly, rape.
Jesse
Her body wasn’t like anything he had ever seen before. Her laugh, her smile, her tears, sent shivers down his spine. She was the real goddess–not him. He was nothing compared to Leia. She was truly a beauty, and with every minute he spent watching her from the heavens above, the more he grew to love her.
Cells… not the word I was expecting. At all. Uh… my usual approach doesn’t work here. I’m not really able to think of a good thing for “cells”, so I’m just going to write this nonsense about how I can’t think of something good to write for “cells”. :D
August is coming. I can feel it in every cell of my body. The memory is seared into my essential being, more firmly encoded than DNA (which can, after all, be altered). The memory is part of me and always will be. August. I dread August. But somehow, July — when August is coming — is even worse.
Alicia
The cells changed constantly, blue, green, yellow and orange before finally turning red. Red was not a color you wanted to see for the bottom line… gotta love conditional formatting in Excel.
Enigma
we have cells in our body, I’m not sure what they do but I’m sure its important. You don’t always have to know what they do, just as long as you’re sure that they’re there.
people live in cells all of their life. when they aren’t typing into one, they are sadly living out their lives inside of one. there are cells inside of us; little beings that help keep us alive. they aren’t the beings themselves that keep us alive, they just help. we are living cells inside of God’s ever living body. We help stabilize his world. Cells. We need them, we are them, we use them.
Jason Rogers
cells….. this reminds me of biology and i really hated biology! i never understood anything the teacher would talk about and i hardly passed that class. :/
Cells. This reminds me of science. Like plant cells and animal cells. Cells, cells, cells. Everyday. Every way. This is random. R-r-r-r-random. Like Flight of the Conchords. Yeah.
Brittany
they are inside your body
you can have a cell phone
they reproduce by themselves
they go through mitosis
they have membranes
they have DNA
there are some good cells and some bad
there are different color cells
it rhymes with sell as in you sell something
Anna
cells are what every living thing is made of. They keep prisoners in them; ‘they’ being society’s enforcers of law, justice and order. Cell come with cell mates sometimes and a nucleus other times. Learning about them is a difficult experience either way.
Julia
Cells are amazing single things that make up our genes and everything around us. A cell is also a jail cell and maybe short for cellery? I don’t know but without cells we couldn’t function as we do today
jazz
the thin walls of the skin cell and thick walls of a prison. both are walls, but one is more breakable that the other or is it all simply a matter of perspective. after all, a virus and a bomb can easily break the walls of the cells. After all, energy and food passes through both walls easily.
Oria
OK, so there are cells to contain people, cells that make people and cells made of people. I would suggest that of cells of people are collected all over, and I guess countries are the cells they are kept in.
Planets and stars then would merely be cells that make up tissue (solar systems) that form galaxies (organs) that comprise the Universe. Recently, astronomers and quantum physicists have been suggesting that there is more than one Universe. In fact, there are a whole mess of Universes. I guess that would be called a cell too, dad-gum it!
De una célula surgió todo. Nadie sabe cómo ni cuándo acaeció, pero había solo una. Indivisible, indefinible, solitaria como nunca nadie más lo estará. ¿Qué tuvo que hacer? Dividirse. La solución de todo solitario: el álter ego, el otro que es uno mismo.
Alejo Romano
biology. science. everything horrible in life. i hate science…it’s all facts. no creativity, no light no joy. just simply how the world is.
we ALL know how the world is.
it’s just there.
but, what we should do is create.
live.
make.
not just facts.
Biology is crazy thing. How can everything be made up of these tiny little cells? The world we live in is overwhelming enough, but then I think about the expansive universe we live in. The spiraling galaxies across the skies, dotted like stars that blink down on us. And to think, we’re all just a bunch of tiny…cells.
Bianca
Ever cell in her body vibrate while she was standing in the middle of the yard, staring at the sky and letting the rain pour to every pour of her body. She fell that she was no one, that it was nothing, and that it neverminded.
It takes a lot of time for me to fill up. Maybe it was always like that. Getting larger and larger until your skin presses out against the underside and becomes thinner. It stings, but it always feels that way anyway.
Jacob
i think of biotechnology which is a class i just ALMOST failed before graduating highschool. Cells are almost all we talked about and I can tell you almost NOTHING about them. THey have a nucleus i think. and a cell membrane is something?
maia hogoboom
The cells of animals have the Golgi apparatus. I think, the one’s in plants do too. I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention in Bio. I was looking bored instead.
Cells. Trapped within these four walls, trapped within this cell. Some may call it a house, or a home. To me, it’s my cell. I can’t seem to get away from the things I was raised to believe, should I even get away from them, or settle to them.
He sat alone on the bunk in his cell hands clasped tightly together, knuckles red from where he dug in his nails. There were violent men in some of the other cells. He shouldn’t be here. He knew what would await a pretty boy like him, in a place like this….
Mine is tiny and I’m locked in with no chance of leaving. I pace the floor to keep myself from madness but I’m sure these repeated actions with qualify as insanity.
something that holds life. also holds criminals. could also be several cell phones. i don’t know what else to write about when it comes to cells. i wonder how this is going to turn out. I am totally not understanding this.
they say that we are made up of cells.. I find it hard to believe especially when my ear drum jerrs hearing my son scream or when my wife kisses me – how can so many beautiful sensations happen through cells?
the multitude of miniscual parts that make up my core; jails; the plural form of the enemy on Dragonball Z.
Cells are like bells ringing in wells of thought processes.
cells. excel. spreadsheets. formulas. math. technical. challenges.
cells. brain. skin. red & white blood. cancer.
cells. prison. criminal. accused. confined.
mind map.
Cells are something that I hardly understand. I’m not a scientist myself, personally. It confuses me, if you think about it, that cells are living in our body. We’re living in our planet, our planet is in our solar system, etc. etc. People say that the cell of the human brain looks similar to the solar system. Does that mean people are living.. in us? Hmm…
Millions or cells make up millions or things.
This doesn’t even make sense.
I’m just a shit ton of cells.
The cells in my body cry out for attention. Too long have I closed my ears and my eyes to what they need. I try to control them through my mind. But it never works.
They call with a language of biology, of tissue and organs. They demand trust in their infinite intelligence — so I let go and breathe.
I stair at the dripping walls, and realize there are the sounds of others with me. I hear them. i begin tapping on the stone and mortar separating us. desperate to get their attention in order to open the lines of communication.
we are prisons of our own doing. You live in your’s, I live in mine. If we could only discover the key to unlocking each others doors. We could learn to understand each other, look into each others eyes. We could face each other as equals, instead of the walls that separate us.
I’ve often thought there was a very close relation to living beings and the cells within them. The societies we build are just greater examples of the functioning systems in which cells run. The earth is the body, the roads arteries, cities organs, and we…we’re the cells.
With each divide and multiply, she grew a little stronger. A few more here, a few more there, then scattering across the landscape. And then growing where they landed. Sometimes they failed, sometimes they died, but the growth continued, leading towards the oncoming revolution.
cells are things that make up things made of other things that happen to be made by those very things. cells are cells. prison cells? suddenly, rape.
Her body wasn’t like anything he had ever seen before. Her laugh, her smile, her tears, sent shivers down his spine. She was the real goddess–not him. He was nothing compared to Leia. She was truly a beauty, and with every minute he spent watching her from the heavens above, the more he grew to love her.
the cells make the skin so the blood gets protected from the germs
Into solitary confinement or decreased to microscopic proportions… which is it? I think of separation…
Cells… not the word I was expecting. At all. Uh… my usual approach doesn’t work here. I’m not really able to think of a good thing for “cells”, so I’m just going to write this nonsense about how I can’t think of something good to write for “cells”. :D
Millions of cells lined around and across the miniature geography of the small patch of earth, leaned the vital source of fuel.
August is coming. I can feel it in every cell of my body. The memory is seared into my essential being, more firmly encoded than DNA (which can, after all, be altered). The memory is part of me and always will be. August. I dread August. But somehow, July — when August is coming — is even worse.
The cells changed constantly, blue, green, yellow and orange before finally turning red. Red was not a color you wanted to see for the bottom line… gotta love conditional formatting in Excel.
we have cells in our body, I’m not sure what they do but I’m sure its important. You don’t always have to know what they do, just as long as you’re sure that they’re there.
every cell… a mistake.
but to him, it’s embraced.
carried out…
she thinks he rests with the thought of her in his very hand,
saying,
“maybe she’ll be of something.”
she realizes, everyone’s every cell is a mistake.
makes, but isn’t.
He holds her, points..
“you–of Me– created this.”
every inch of all that is you, is Me.
“I, child… am not a mistake.
although I am not made of what you are, you are made of me.”
Love is no accident.
people live in cells all of their life. when they aren’t typing into one, they are sadly living out their lives inside of one. there are cells inside of us; little beings that help keep us alive. they aren’t the beings themselves that keep us alive, they just help. we are living cells inside of God’s ever living body. We help stabilize his world. Cells. We need them, we are them, we use them.
cells….. this reminds me of biology and i really hated biology! i never understood anything the teacher would talk about and i hardly passed that class. :/
Cells. This reminds me of science. Like plant cells and animal cells. Cells, cells, cells. Everyday. Every way. This is random. R-r-r-r-random. Like Flight of the Conchords. Yeah.
they are inside your body
you can have a cell phone
they reproduce by themselves
they go through mitosis
they have membranes
they have DNA
there are some good cells and some bad
there are different color cells
it rhymes with sell as in you sell something
cells are what every living thing is made of. They keep prisoners in them; ‘they’ being society’s enforcers of law, justice and order. Cell come with cell mates sometimes and a nucleus other times. Learning about them is a difficult experience either way.
Cells are amazing single things that make up our genes and everything around us. A cell is also a jail cell and maybe short for cellery? I don’t know but without cells we couldn’t function as we do today
the thin walls of the skin cell and thick walls of a prison. both are walls, but one is more breakable that the other or is it all simply a matter of perspective. after all, a virus and a bomb can easily break the walls of the cells. After all, energy and food passes through both walls easily.
OK, so there are cells to contain people, cells that make people and cells made of people. I would suggest that of cells of people are collected all over, and I guess countries are the cells they are kept in.
Planets and stars then would merely be cells that make up tissue (solar systems) that form galaxies (organs) that comprise the Universe. Recently, astronomers and quantum physicists have been suggesting that there is more than one Universe. In fact, there are a whole mess of Universes. I guess that would be called a cell too, dad-gum it!
De una célula surgió todo. Nadie sabe cómo ni cuándo acaeció, pero había solo una. Indivisible, indefinible, solitaria como nunca nadie más lo estará. ¿Qué tuvo que hacer? Dividirse. La solución de todo solitario: el álter ego, el otro que es uno mismo.
biology. science. everything horrible in life. i hate science…it’s all facts. no creativity, no light no joy. just simply how the world is.
we ALL know how the world is.
it’s just there.
but, what we should do is create.
live.
make.
not just facts.
Biology is crazy thing. How can everything be made up of these tiny little cells? The world we live in is overwhelming enough, but then I think about the expansive universe we live in. The spiraling galaxies across the skies, dotted like stars that blink down on us. And to think, we’re all just a bunch of tiny…cells.
Ever cell in her body vibrate while she was standing in the middle of the yard, staring at the sky and letting the rain pour to every pour of her body. She fell that she was no one, that it was nothing, and that it neverminded.
It takes a lot of time for me to fill up. Maybe it was always like that. Getting larger and larger until your skin presses out against the underside and becomes thinner. It stings, but it always feels that way anyway.
i think of biotechnology which is a class i just ALMOST failed before graduating highschool. Cells are almost all we talked about and I can tell you almost NOTHING about them. THey have a nucleus i think. and a cell membrane is something?
The cells of animals have the Golgi apparatus. I think, the one’s in plants do too. I don’t know. I wasn’t paying attention in Bio. I was looking bored instead.
Cells. Trapped within these four walls, trapped within this cell. Some may call it a house, or a home. To me, it’s my cell. I can’t seem to get away from the things I was raised to believe, should I even get away from them, or settle to them.
One day I will miss my cell, but not today.
He sat alone on the bunk in his cell hands clasped tightly together, knuckles red from where he dug in his nails. There were violent men in some of the other cells. He shouldn’t be here. He knew what would await a pretty boy like him, in a place like this….