The cement is hard, cold under my skin. reminds me that im alive. that not all things have to be soft to be comforting. its real and brings me to my senses.
Jess
Cement, concrete, death, the sea, sinking in green murky water, the surface looks like opaque glass, your lungs are filling with water, the panic is real, it fills your heart like the water. Is this death? You don’t know what to do. You close your eyes, you feel the panic, the desire to trash is real, you cannot escape.
cement is rock and water mixed together its really cool its hard it smeels good it taste good
elijah
the wet cement hung on the wall like an unfinished sculpture. she looked at it, wondering if it could possibly be a mirror, though deformed. but soon, when she saw that it was drooping and dripping slowly, she realized with horror someone had done this to her apartment.
Cement is what could be called ajoint. Whether it’s in making houses or building a family. In the first case you assemble material things and joint them with cement. In the latter cement is love and joint family members together as one
Martinelli
You know you’ve come to the end of the road when the cement breaks up. Large sections of the road buckle and your car can’t climb these little sharp hills forming in front of you. You hear cracking sounds. The cement is a glacier about to envelop you as it melts into water. You stop your car, of course, and prepare to make a U-turn. In your rear view mirror, you see that behind you the cement is exactly like the cement in front of you. Trapped, you beat the inside roof of the car. You try to break a window but the car has you locked in. Left with no alternatives, you relax, for the first time in your bleak life.
Joanna Bressler
The cement across the road was as gloomy as my mood. Obviously, Amanda was late. Again. Even though she had promised that she’d never be late to something as important as her best friend’s wedding, she had obviously lied.
Amanda
The sound of his feet dragging on the cement had a strange resonant frequency. It carried with such timbre that it seemed as if the air was experiencing a heightened reaction to a noise previously unheard.
Cement
where suburban animals
come to die
stretch their tiny bodies
out
and
across
and make little girls cry
Jessica Gonzalez
The sun was hardening the cement faster than she could think. “Ugh, I need more time!”
“Just put your hands in it, like a normal person.”
“No, I want to do something memorable! This will be here for the rest of this sidewalks life. It deserves our respect and our best work.
How can I cement what I teach in the students’ minds? Cement is a mixture that is used to build house, driveways, etc. It it hard to break up and you can’t without a sledge hammer. To cement is to place in hold.
Pamela Harris
it is wet at the start hard at end cement .
jl
it is wet at the start hard at end
jl
a form of rock that hartens whena water tuchis it a cheocole reakshon hapens.
elijah
lava is rising! LAVA IS RISING! wrrr! WRR! danger! DANGER! MUST EVACUATE THE MINING CAVES! INMEITLY! danger!
jordan
lololol minecraft dab dab dab dab :)
jl
a form of rock that hartens whena water tuchis it a cheocole reakshon hapens
elijah
hard wet concret cement truck mix
loyalty
I once tried to get a job at a company that made cement additives among other products used in construction. I didn’t get it though. Cement is both a noun and a verb but the verb is not used too much
Cement is a thick substance used as a building material. Though fluid at first, it will harden if you let it dry. It’s used for floors, walls and other framework materials of buildings though it’s currently trendy to have smooth cement floor. As way of creating an industrial feeling to your interior.
Ludwine
The heat had left nothing untouched. The cement that holds the place was cracking. Broken glass was simmering on the ground and a smell of hot metal filled the air. As I walked across this hell, I couldn’t help but fill sick at the thought of what it used to be.
Pierre
If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at any time.
There is nothing more hopeful than that thought. The gentle, beautiful, bright green spire pressing through. It gives hope.
Cement on the fine, light feathers
over to the fireflies, dead
in stone
and once the kingdom of sparrows
is overthrown
away with your last history
goes the sparrow
alone
Siobhan
The leaves sprung up through the cracks in the cement, determined to reach the sun….
If we sink our hands into the gray matter, would it solidify your fingers twisted in mine? The weight hanging from our knuckles makes such a light affirmation a heavy burden. Permanent and static, I can’t move, I can’t touch, I can’t feel. I cannot glue us together any other way. It takes such bulk and strain, I wish my arms would break, I wish it didn’t take constriction to make tomorrow a possibility, to avoid the future being at stake, yet those protected days lie disheveled in the wake of fake smiles and cramped fingertips. The passing moments ring like a jackhammer, and I can feeling it jolt through my bones, endless chipping away, and when the fissures open, what will be left inside to bind?
Cement may be what he needed to mend his heart. Or maybe his life together, cause honestly, therapy wasn’t working at all. He didnt know which aspect of his life was messier.
maria
Sally was running as fast as she could. She looked behind her and the cement had continued to turn into sand. She was afraid she would fall through the ground into the world beneath her if she stopped.
hayeley
Jay and Mike lay in the hole in the temple. Suddenly they felt a wet, sticky substance drip onto them. They were too tired to care. They just lay there and fell asleep. When they woke up they were covered in it. It covered their legs and stomachs and had started to cover their faces, it was getting close to their mouths and they started panicking. They tried to move their legs but they wouldn’t budge, they were stuck, frozen, and covered in cement.
Sam
The cement glistened on the bright afternoon. The construction workers just finished and were ready to enjoy a weekend. It was still wet and if anyone or anything touched it, It would make an indent that would stay there for ever. The boys both looked at each other before deciding if they should do it. They looked at each other very briefly and nodded at each other.
The cement now looked like a heard of elephants ran all over it. It was rough and people would struggle to walk on it.
Lachlan
I walked one wet cement, Dang Atleast now I can say that my footprints are in cement I have always wanted that, but this is going to be so hard to get off. I can’t believe that they would just have wet cement in the middle of a footpath, UGGH
I fell to the hard cement floor. I cried out in pain as my knees got scratched and bled.
Hee-Eun
Cement is like a hard rock, I mean when I fell on it I died. And I ate 27 bannah smoothies And I lost them to the cement. It is a liquid then solid.
Burger
The cement was hardening around me, my inescapable prison growing steadily larger and stronger. I tried to take a step back to view my surroundings, but found myself to be unsuccessful.
Zementiert sind die Meinungen. In Zement wird gegossen, wer widerspricht. Man widerspricht nicht! Man akzeptiert, was einmal festgelegt worden ist, was uns nicht beunruhigt, was usn Sicherheit gibt. Das ist fest gemauert. Wenn wir alles richtig machen, geben wir uns keine Blöße.
Standing up to your knees in wet cement, you know you can flee the scene, but you’re also aware of the prints you’ll leave behind, prints that will dry into bits and pieces of fossilized humanity for the forensic scientists to study. Trouser hems clotted in gray as you settle on a bus that takes you to the edge of Nowhere, only Nowhere’s an actual place now, with people living in it, and they all have your number.
Belinda Roddie
Little by little the cement began to crack as the stubborn roots of Mother Nature forced their way through. The first, naturally, to break the barrier were the dandelions- so aptly named for the tenacious predator. Sweet, but deadly. Next was the common grass and after that
The cement is hard, cold under my skin. reminds me that im alive. that not all things have to be soft to be comforting. its real and brings me to my senses.
Cement, concrete, death, the sea, sinking in green murky water, the surface looks like opaque glass, your lungs are filling with water, the panic is real, it fills your heart like the water. Is this death? You don’t know what to do. You close your eyes, you feel the panic, the desire to trash is real, you cannot escape.
cement is rock and water mixed together its really cool its hard it smeels good it taste good
the wet cement hung on the wall like an unfinished sculpture. she looked at it, wondering if it could possibly be a mirror, though deformed. but soon, when she saw that it was drooping and dripping slowly, she realized with horror someone had done this to her apartment.
Cement is what could be called ajoint. Whether it’s in making houses or building a family. In the first case you assemble material things and joint them with cement. In the latter cement is love and joint family members together as one
You know you’ve come to the end of the road when the cement breaks up. Large sections of the road buckle and your car can’t climb these little sharp hills forming in front of you. You hear cracking sounds. The cement is a glacier about to envelop you as it melts into water. You stop your car, of course, and prepare to make a U-turn. In your rear view mirror, you see that behind you the cement is exactly like the cement in front of you. Trapped, you beat the inside roof of the car. You try to break a window but the car has you locked in. Left with no alternatives, you relax, for the first time in your bleak life.
The cement across the road was as gloomy as my mood. Obviously, Amanda was late. Again. Even though she had promised that she’d never be late to something as important as her best friend’s wedding, she had obviously lied.
The sound of his feet dragging on the cement had a strange resonant frequency. It carried with such timbre that it seemed as if the air was experiencing a heightened reaction to a noise previously unheard.
Cement
where suburban animals
come to die
stretch their tiny bodies
out
and
across
and make little girls cry
The sun was hardening the cement faster than she could think. “Ugh, I need more time!”
“Just put your hands in it, like a normal person.”
“No, I want to do something memorable! This will be here for the rest of this sidewalks life. It deserves our respect and our best work.
How can I cement what I teach in the students’ minds? Cement is a mixture that is used to build house, driveways, etc. It it hard to break up and you can’t without a sledge hammer. To cement is to place in hold.
it is wet at the start hard at end cement .
it is wet at the start hard at end
a form of rock that hartens whena water tuchis it a cheocole reakshon hapens.
lava is rising! LAVA IS RISING! wrrr! WRR! danger! DANGER! MUST EVACUATE THE MINING CAVES! INMEITLY! danger!
lololol minecraft dab dab dab dab :)
a form of rock that hartens whena water tuchis it a cheocole reakshon hapens
hard wet concret cement truck mix
I once tried to get a job at a company that made cement additives among other products used in construction. I didn’t get it though. Cement is both a noun and a verb but the verb is not used too much
at the earliest
Hard and brittle. Hard and brittle.
Cement is a thick substance used as a building material. Though fluid at first, it will harden if you let it dry. It’s used for floors, walls and other framework materials of buildings though it’s currently trendy to have smooth cement floor. As way of creating an industrial feeling to your interior.
The heat had left nothing untouched. The cement that holds the place was cracking. Broken glass was simmering on the ground and a smell of hot metal filled the air. As I walked across this hell, I couldn’t help but fill sick at the thought of what it used to be.
If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at any time.
There is nothing more hopeful than that thought. The gentle, beautiful, bright green spire pressing through. It gives hope.
Cement on the fine, light feathers
over to the fireflies, dead
in stone
and once the kingdom of sparrows
is overthrown
away with your last history
goes the sparrow
alone
The leaves sprung up through the cracks in the cement, determined to reach the sun….
If we sink our hands into the gray matter, would it solidify your fingers twisted in mine? The weight hanging from our knuckles makes such a light affirmation a heavy burden. Permanent and static, I can’t move, I can’t touch, I can’t feel. I cannot glue us together any other way. It takes such bulk and strain, I wish my arms would break, I wish it didn’t take constriction to make tomorrow a possibility, to avoid the future being at stake, yet those protected days lie disheveled in the wake of fake smiles and cramped fingertips. The passing moments ring like a jackhammer, and I can feeling it jolt through my bones, endless chipping away, and when the fissures open, what will be left inside to bind?
Cement may be what he needed to mend his heart. Or maybe his life together, cause honestly, therapy wasn’t working at all. He didnt know which aspect of his life was messier.
Sally was running as fast as she could. She looked behind her and the cement had continued to turn into sand. She was afraid she would fall through the ground into the world beneath her if she stopped.
Jay and Mike lay in the hole in the temple. Suddenly they felt a wet, sticky substance drip onto them. They were too tired to care. They just lay there and fell asleep. When they woke up they were covered in it. It covered their legs and stomachs and had started to cover their faces, it was getting close to their mouths and they started panicking. They tried to move their legs but they wouldn’t budge, they were stuck, frozen, and covered in cement.
The cement glistened on the bright afternoon. The construction workers just finished and were ready to enjoy a weekend. It was still wet and if anyone or anything touched it, It would make an indent that would stay there for ever. The boys both looked at each other before deciding if they should do it. They looked at each other very briefly and nodded at each other.
The cement now looked like a heard of elephants ran all over it. It was rough and people would struggle to walk on it.
I walked one wet cement, Dang Atleast now I can say that my footprints are in cement I have always wanted that, but this is going to be so hard to get off. I can’t believe that they would just have wet cement in the middle of a footpath, UGGH
Cement is used to build houses and buildings. Cement is hard and is very hard to break. Cement usually is white and is good to hold hard things.
I fell to the hard cement floor. I cried out in pain as my knees got scratched and bled.
Cement is like a hard rock, I mean when I fell on it I died. And I ate 27 bannah smoothies And I lost them to the cement. It is a liquid then solid.
The cement was hardening around me, my inescapable prison growing steadily larger and stronger. I tried to take a step back to view my surroundings, but found myself to be unsuccessful.
It was hard and cold. I’m pretty sure it left a mark on my face. I wish I fell on this a week ago, then I would’ve left a mark on it instead.
Zementiert sind die Meinungen. In Zement wird gegossen, wer widerspricht. Man widerspricht nicht! Man akzeptiert, was einmal festgelegt worden ist, was uns nicht beunruhigt, was usn Sicherheit gibt. Das ist fest gemauert. Wenn wir alles richtig machen, geben wir uns keine Blöße.
Standing up to your knees in wet cement, you know you can flee the scene, but you’re also aware of the prints you’ll leave behind, prints that will dry into bits and pieces of fossilized humanity for the forensic scientists to study. Trouser hems clotted in gray as you settle on a bus that takes you to the edge of Nowhere, only Nowhere’s an actual place now, with people living in it, and they all have your number.
Little by little the cement began to crack as the stubborn roots of Mother Nature forced their way through. The first, naturally, to break the barrier were the dandelions- so aptly named for the tenacious predator. Sweet, but deadly. Next was the common grass and after that