is a good product for heating and cooking but many people have lost their live mining it and it is still to this day a widow maker as they say.
Bri
coal is something you mine. coal is used to fuel things. it has the ability to burn and can be used to complete tasks efficiently. coal is also used in reference to “the coal miner’s daughter” in a film starring some actress I cannot remember. I like coal to barbecue with. It makes things taste well and I cannot believe it can be used to make fuel.
Jordan
It burned, thick black smoke pouring up the chimney. Its radiant heat filled the room, along with the smell of the flames.
I sat in the chair and drew, hoping to accomplish something with my art. There were so many ideas to contemplate, and so much time to work with.
Magic Odd Effect
coal can be used for heat. it also produces a lot of waste so it’s not the best option. coal is black and when polished is shiny i suppose. i dreaded getting a lump of coal in my christmas stocking. i wonder if i should get one now since i have completely ignored the use of capital letters in this passage. the end.
cristina
You are as dark as coal. You may make my heart sing, someday, if you ever decide to fly, delicate bird. What makes the wings so heavy now? Is it because you are listening to me speak, heavy tongue, loose mouth, opening gently so that maybe you could fly in side? Or does me mentioning love do the trick?
Katie Smith
A steam engine and the black dust from the coal that covers the engineer. Tossing the coal into the fire to make the engine run. Faster and faster the men toss the coal and cough up the dust.
T Bullington
Isn’t that we’re all made of? So to speak, not made of, but having so much in common with. The carbon that makes us all part star. That makes stars all part us. But then, we’re warned if we’re bad it’s what we’ll get for christmas. So getting a little piece of ourselves is the worst possible punishment, huh? interesting…
jane
black, lung…foal circular round soot burning mining black lung.
Kristen
her hair was black like coal. like girsl from twin peaks. like snow whites hair was supposedly. like the hair of my friend jess. jess who died of cancer. cancer, i imagine is like coal. black and tarlike filling you up from the inside and devouring your organs with its sticky devil tendril fingers.
alyssa
The ancient raw mountains never look warm. They always seem unaware that I’m surveying them. Like a blind woman who is being striped naked by everyman within site of her. They will never know what hit them.
John
hot, dirty pollution, childeren picking up coal in the winter to keep warm, death, desolation, money,disease, mines,
rachel
black. faces and eyes separated by time underground – makes for a heavy stocking. i wouldnt mind covering my body with soot, getting closer to all the things underneath.
g
face, black as coal, from all the coal mining i suppose. His breath, like that of a coal-miners black lung. Teeth, as gritty as coal. His soul was as dark, hard and unforgiving as coal. He was a coal miner, like those you see in coal-mining books. In the ground, black and white and grey, a photograph symbolizing the coalness of the coal. He was proud to be a coal miner, until that fateful day when he ate the coal mistaking it for a fruit that mysteriously looked like it was not coal.
Kalena
Coal is the root of some evil. No use of coal is the root of much evil, coal itself is good, if left alone it can become a diamond. Diamonds are good. I am an amazing programmer. I like it that way; You do too;
AKA
coal in a red stocking
is the fear of all the children.
for on Christmas day
when they get up to play
and throw their stocking contents
to the floor,
the blacck coal
dusty and raw
means that they have been bad.
and the children will cry
when they see the coal,
because the coal
is the betrayal of the
innocence in their hearts
and their hopes and dreams
for toys.
Dani
things were very dark for a very long time. it was like ash had settled over everything, preserving it like pompeii so many years ago, or like the living graves of my grandparents in the cemetery, the grandparents that were too young to die. but everything ends up in the same place and we all turn into coal or petrol or neat little fossils with perpetually embedded smiles on our faces. either that or we just cease to exist.
julianne
dark, fossil fuel, smoke, lungs, sacrifice, heat.
kristen bullard
His coal black eyes were something I always remembered, sitting atop his lap when the light was dim and my grandmother heated up water for tea. He’d tell me stories about houses and people who lived in completely different places and times, and I felt a fire between us that has never rekindled since his passing. I long for the chance to pass these stories on to somebody else.
S
Cold, cold, coal black eyes, piercing my very soul.
Shivering chills ran up my spine, hair on end. Like one so scared dog in pit against a bear.
kandy
black velvet that makes the sky go dark and the lungs of men die.
JillK
Why dont the use the coal reserve that we currently have. I also dont understand why santa would bring bad little kids coal for christmas? I’m just a big ol hunk of coal!
Tatum
dark black, it’s ink and fuel it’s full of potential – warming a home, making a diamond.
KJ
santa will bring coal to your stocking if you were bad. i never understood this. why are parents so mean to tell you that you will get coal in your stocking. wouldn’t that make your stocking all covered in soot??? who’s gonna clean that up? that’s right; you’re going to clean it up mom. you’re the one who put it in my stocking to punish me. but really, you’re punishing yourself.
kali
Sheryl sniffled. Coal again for Christmas. She wasn’t that bad of a child! She said her prayers every night, and even helped clean up the house now and again. Oh well. It wasn’t so bad. Maybe she’d convince her parents to let her have a barbecue.
ann
my grandpa always tell me how once he turned fourteen he started working in the coal mines. Tells me that’s where I should be now that I’m older than 14. He used to live in wales so lifes a little different there. He’d tell stories about his large family.
Luke
Frosty’s eyes were made of Coal. Poor poor snowman, never let on he was blind. They gouged his eyes out one evening ’cause they ran out of fossil fuels.
Bria
there is so much pollution and black with coal trains smoke black charcoal pictures visions of old trains being loaded with coal coal miners black faces hard hats
ivy
my heart is as heavy as coal, and as dark. it has no spark in it…yet. Put on the pressure and you will soon see the spark that is within; apply the heat, and you will feel the response from deep within the darkness that is me. I smolder; I burn deeply and long; it is difficult to get me started, but it is nearly impossible but to stop me once I get going
Heidi
Your eyes are as black as coal.
Damn sexy coal.
Andriano
Lets give it a try. I have little to say about coal. Its coal! Power and energy come to mind and these are two notions deserving of writing. Renewable energy would be nice. May it be more than a mere pipe dream.
Adam R Goebel
Everything was dark. We kept digging trying to find something bigger than ourselves. The lights on our helmets were flickering out. I’ve always hated coal mines. For starters, so many things can go wrong. I mean when you’re in a tight shaft with limited room, something is bound to happen.
Tomy Wilkerson
Coal is old fuel, dirty fuel. It makes us sick to mine it and to use it. An evil friend, a necessary friend.
Kim Moon
it was all that she desewrved after all, she spent the entire year acting like she was better then all of them anyway. people always told her to watch the bridges that she burned but she never really listened. she could
keli.
coal is dark as night, it can cause illness but also is the basis of life in our society as it forms a source of energy. Coal turns into something beautiful diamonds but in the beginning it is ugly and dirty. makes you think about life in that some things dont start out beautiful and they end up the most amazing things you’ve ever seen.
Melissa
black rock
marsha
all the old pumping coal crayon machines leaving ridged greasy smears on pieces of bleached paper which washed up with laundry detergent and rubber on the beach today.
Aviv Cohn
all the old pumping coal crayon machines leaving ridged greasy smears on pieces of bleached paper which washed up with
Aviv Cohn
Frost the Snowman and his eyes of coal, a diamond waiting to be born, given time and pressure, such a beautiful metaphor for life that with time and pressure God can turn a dirty black piece of coal into a pure a flawless diamond. That is what he does when He changes us into the likeness of his Son.
James
I guess coal makes me think of coal miner’s. The song coal miners daughter by Loretta Lynn. It’s this really sad song about her growing up in a very poor, very dilapidated place and how her daddy had to work real hard for very little pay. Then (and I mau be thinking of another song) she talks about how eventually she got to be on the Grand Ole Opry.
Dan
Coal. Burning charcoal, smells of lighter fluid and burnt bits of hair. Arid smell, like the first day of winter…But, hot, not cold. Hot enough to burn, touch it and your senses fail. This piece sucks.
is a good product for heating and cooking but many people have lost their live mining it and it is still to this day a widow maker as they say.
coal is something you mine. coal is used to fuel things. it has the ability to burn and can be used to complete tasks efficiently. coal is also used in reference to “the coal miner’s daughter” in a film starring some actress I cannot remember. I like coal to barbecue with. It makes things taste well and I cannot believe it can be used to make fuel.
It burned, thick black smoke pouring up the chimney. Its radiant heat filled the room, along with the smell of the flames.
I sat in the chair and drew, hoping to accomplish something with my art. There were so many ideas to contemplate, and so much time to work with.
coal can be used for heat. it also produces a lot of waste so it’s not the best option. coal is black and when polished is shiny i suppose. i dreaded getting a lump of coal in my christmas stocking. i wonder if i should get one now since i have completely ignored the use of capital letters in this passage. the end.
You are as dark as coal. You may make my heart sing, someday, if you ever decide to fly, delicate bird. What makes the wings so heavy now? Is it because you are listening to me speak, heavy tongue, loose mouth, opening gently so that maybe you could fly in side? Or does me mentioning love do the trick?
A steam engine and the black dust from the coal that covers the engineer. Tossing the coal into the fire to make the engine run. Faster and faster the men toss the coal and cough up the dust.
Isn’t that we’re all made of? So to speak, not made of, but having so much in common with. The carbon that makes us all part star. That makes stars all part us. But then, we’re warned if we’re bad it’s what we’ll get for christmas. So getting a little piece of ourselves is the worst possible punishment, huh? interesting…
black, lung…foal circular round soot burning mining black lung.
her hair was black like coal. like girsl from twin peaks. like snow whites hair was supposedly. like the hair of my friend jess. jess who died of cancer. cancer, i imagine is like coal. black and tarlike filling you up from the inside and devouring your organs with its sticky devil tendril fingers.
The ancient raw mountains never look warm. They always seem unaware that I’m surveying them. Like a blind woman who is being striped naked by everyman within site of her. They will never know what hit them.
hot, dirty pollution, childeren picking up coal in the winter to keep warm, death, desolation, money,disease, mines,
black. faces and eyes separated by time underground – makes for a heavy stocking. i wouldnt mind covering my body with soot, getting closer to all the things underneath.
face, black as coal, from all the coal mining i suppose. His breath, like that of a coal-miners black lung. Teeth, as gritty as coal. His soul was as dark, hard and unforgiving as coal. He was a coal miner, like those you see in coal-mining books. In the ground, black and white and grey, a photograph symbolizing the coalness of the coal. He was proud to be a coal miner, until that fateful day when he ate the coal mistaking it for a fruit that mysteriously looked like it was not coal.
Coal is the root of some evil. No use of coal is the root of much evil, coal itself is good, if left alone it can become a diamond. Diamonds are good. I am an amazing programmer. I like it that way; You do too;
coal in a red stocking
is the fear of all the children.
for on Christmas day
when they get up to play
and throw their stocking contents
to the floor,
the blacck coal
dusty and raw
means that they have been bad.
and the children will cry
when they see the coal,
because the coal
is the betrayal of the
innocence in their hearts
and their hopes and dreams
for toys.
things were very dark for a very long time. it was like ash had settled over everything, preserving it like pompeii so many years ago, or like the living graves of my grandparents in the cemetery, the grandparents that were too young to die. but everything ends up in the same place and we all turn into coal or petrol or neat little fossils with perpetually embedded smiles on our faces. either that or we just cease to exist.
dark, fossil fuel, smoke, lungs, sacrifice, heat.
His coal black eyes were something I always remembered, sitting atop his lap when the light was dim and my grandmother heated up water for tea. He’d tell me stories about houses and people who lived in completely different places and times, and I felt a fire between us that has never rekindled since his passing. I long for the chance to pass these stories on to somebody else.
Cold, cold, coal black eyes, piercing my very soul.
Shivering chills ran up my spine, hair on end. Like one so scared dog in pit against a bear.
black velvet that makes the sky go dark and the lungs of men die.
Why dont the use the coal reserve that we currently have. I also dont understand why santa would bring bad little kids coal for christmas? I’m just a big ol hunk of coal!
dark black, it’s ink and fuel it’s full of potential – warming a home, making a diamond.
santa will bring coal to your stocking if you were bad. i never understood this. why are parents so mean to tell you that you will get coal in your stocking. wouldn’t that make your stocking all covered in soot??? who’s gonna clean that up? that’s right; you’re going to clean it up mom. you’re the one who put it in my stocking to punish me. but really, you’re punishing yourself.
Sheryl sniffled. Coal again for Christmas. She wasn’t that bad of a child! She said her prayers every night, and even helped clean up the house now and again. Oh well. It wasn’t so bad. Maybe she’d convince her parents to let her have a barbecue.
my grandpa always tell me how once he turned fourteen he started working in the coal mines. Tells me that’s where I should be now that I’m older than 14. He used to live in wales so lifes a little different there. He’d tell stories about his large family.
Frosty’s eyes were made of Coal. Poor poor snowman, never let on he was blind. They gouged his eyes out one evening ’cause they ran out of fossil fuels.
there is so much pollution and black with coal trains smoke black charcoal pictures visions of old trains being loaded with coal coal miners black faces hard hats
my heart is as heavy as coal, and as dark. it has no spark in it…yet. Put on the pressure and you will soon see the spark that is within; apply the heat, and you will feel the response from deep within the darkness that is me. I smolder; I burn deeply and long; it is difficult to get me started, but it is nearly impossible but to stop me once I get going
Your eyes are as black as coal.
Damn sexy coal.
Lets give it a try. I have little to say about coal. Its coal! Power and energy come to mind and these are two notions deserving of writing. Renewable energy would be nice. May it be more than a mere pipe dream.
Everything was dark. We kept digging trying to find something bigger than ourselves. The lights on our helmets were flickering out. I’ve always hated coal mines. For starters, so many things can go wrong. I mean when you’re in a tight shaft with limited room, something is bound to happen.
Coal is old fuel, dirty fuel. It makes us sick to mine it and to use it. An evil friend, a necessary friend.
it was all that she desewrved after all, she spent the entire year acting like she was better then all of them anyway. people always told her to watch the bridges that she burned but she never really listened. she could
coal is dark as night, it can cause illness but also is the basis of life in our society as it forms a source of energy. Coal turns into something beautiful diamonds but in the beginning it is ugly and dirty. makes you think about life in that some things dont start out beautiful and they end up the most amazing things you’ve ever seen.
black rock
all the old pumping coal crayon machines leaving ridged greasy smears on pieces of bleached paper which washed up with laundry detergent and rubber on the beach today.
all the old pumping coal crayon machines leaving ridged greasy smears on pieces of bleached paper which washed up with
Frost the Snowman and his eyes of coal, a diamond waiting to be born, given time and pressure, such a beautiful metaphor for life that with time and pressure God can turn a dirty black piece of coal into a pure a flawless diamond. That is what he does when He changes us into the likeness of his Son.
I guess coal makes me think of coal miner’s. The song coal miners daughter by Loretta Lynn. It’s this really sad song about her growing up in a very poor, very dilapidated place and how her daddy had to work real hard for very little pay. Then (and I mau be thinking of another song) she talks about how eventually she got to be on the Grand Ole Opry.
Coal. Burning charcoal, smells of lighter fluid and burnt bits of hair. Arid smell, like the first day of winter…But, hot, not cold. Hot enough to burn, touch it and your senses fail. This piece sucks.