the week-old baby opened his eyes for the first time. his father, takes a penny out of his pocket and hands it to the child. “this coin will control your life.” the baby takes the coin and swallows it. its face turns blue and the baby perishes.
Brandon
“heads or tails?” he lifts his bright blue eyes to meet mine and i feel the blood stop in my veins. this may possibly be the most important coin toss of my life. he starts to grin as i choose tails. it’s heads.
what happens now?
olga holga
millions in the world. crossing from person to person, a sort of unknown connection through commerce. Unexpected, having some tiny things in common with people worlds away.
shell
there are hndreds of them in his old mason jar. and we hold the old metal in our hands, and we put them in our pockets and we travel on foot down the street to a place that many people know but very few go (nice rhyme) and there we order our burgers and blue drinks and we eat and drink untill we have had our fill and then we pay with them, stacks and stacks and stacks of coins on the table.
grace
I used to put coins in my mouth, all the time, until I did a science fair project in 8th grade which showed all the bacteria which grows on money. I considered for a while, but I still occasionally suck on my money to this day.
Tobi
none. none in my wallet. none in my pocket, none in the laundry, wet or dirty, rattling inpockets. None down the back of the sofa, none in jacket pockets, forgotten since last winter.
Nothing until my pay goes into my bank account at 9 o’clock tonight. I couldn’t go to work today because I did not have the train fare.
JackieC
none. none in my wallet. none in my pocket, none in the laundry, wet or dirty, rattling inpockets. None down the back of the sofa, none in jacket pockets, forgotten since last winter.
Nothing until my pay goes into my bank account at 9 o’clock tonight. I couldn’t go to work today because I did not have the train fare.
jackiec
All the coins are raining upon us. Cold coins. Smooth coins. Coins without faces. Scrounging around we lick up the almost-liquid coins and gouge each other. Principle: meaninglessness. Material: meaning beyond measure. The surfaces are indented and feel like brail.
Jeff
When you don’t have much to begin with, a coin can be a heaven. A Haven, a safe place, a hoard, a treasure. Or if your wallet is full of large bills, you could care less and walk past a penny in the parking lot like an old piece of gum. A coin is merely potential. Like a string or a mug. Or a rock or a spider. It means nothing, or it means everything.
Candice
If I had a coin, I would throw it in a wishing well. And I’d wish that me and Pegleg could be best friends forever. But that’ll happen anyways.
chelsmaster flex
Our whole existence as Americans is wrapped around the all mighty dollar, which is comprised of the equally significant coin. Will we ever be able to break this malicious class struggle that throws us into the ethereal ring where an everlasting battle is fought; a battle in which the victor takes the specie? Nobody ever wins when coins are thrust on the table as wager. There can be no true victor, as everyone just tries to do a little better each time; which is all we can do.
Derrek
gaggle of busters,
infantry on the move,
piercing the distal,
accelerating the forgotten.
why crawl for the invisible
dream that wavers?
this was the very last
and you were beyond even that.
paschal
you drop my hand like it’s so much change. I can almost see the nickles and dimes as they carelessly leave your fingers and plunge into the cup on the counter. It’s not because you care about the girl behind it. It’s because you have to use for such fiddling small things.
isaleen grey
the little silver piece you pressed
into my hand was
warm from your skin.
i treasured it.
people told me it was foolish, holding on
to that little worthless coin
while i waited for you to return.
it’s still in my clammy grasp
and you’re still not.
rachel
today i look at a coin that i had in my pocket and i realized it was George Washington which meant it wasn’t a coin that i was holding but a dollar bill. What had happen in those twenty years that i was gone? had so much changed? well now i shop with coins.
Anthony Angulo
i search for the coin i cant seem to find it i look everywhere it hides from me in the crevises in the pages of book and thoughts of others that strangle me i cant do this i cry i can i can and i will i will find the coin i will live it
Angela
money. lots of money. faces. in god we trust. power. heads or tails. chances. luck. gambling. vegas. fun. entertainment. happiness.
amanda
A coin is usually money in some form. It could be a token though, which stupid parents buy for their kids in stupid places like, chuck e cheeses.
eva
With one coin, she could have saved my life. One coin was all he asked for, one coin to keep the trigger from being pulled. But no. She was a greedy bitch, and wouldn’t even spare a single coin to save who she claimed was the love of her life. a measly fucking coin… Who could fall in love with someone like that? Me. Fuck.
Love Scottie!
Scottie Elisabeth
i have coins in my pocket. they are quarters nickels and dimes. i have a few pennies also.
more solver than copper. i use quaters for laundry. i paid my bus fare in dimes once.
i threw pennies at ppl from my livingroom window.
kristen
I picked up a quarter the other day. I always pick up quarters. Four of them make a dollar, you know. Plus, there’s a chance that I might need to make a phone call… and my cell phone will stop working and I’ll find the only payphone left in the world…
Kelsey
money
pennies
dimes
shopping
bank
nickel
quarter
heads or tales?
toss it in the air if its heads we do this, if its tales you pick.
ashleigh barbee
money that i don’t have
yaritza
money government richness poorness it’s not really justice. there is class, but what does it really rank? and whom does it give justice too? I hate money. I wish i had some. who would i be with it?
Shoshana
We took my boyfriend’s coins to get them counted yesterday. We ended up with quite a bit of money and then we used it to buy groceries. I would rather have used them to do something fun, but we needed a few things. We still had money left over after we bought groceries so we had sonic. MMM.. cheesesticks
Chomper
Coins are shiny. I’m collecting them for fencing equipment. Usually my father gives them to my brother, but now he’s giving them to me. Mainly because my brother has just been collecting them and not using them. I have an agenda for mine, since fencing practice equipment is $220. Plus shipping. And seeing as I’m vice-president of the club, I need my own equipment.
Dayna
Little pieces of metal that we use everyday, unwittingly oblivious to their presence in our lives. Many resent the space they take up, for their busy lives do not allow room for the many tiny pieces. They prefer pieces of paper.
katrina
Money. Dimes, nickles, pennies, quarters. All different colors! Bronze, silver. Coins can be found throughout the house…under couch cushions, inside the washing machine, underneath tables, and even in a piggy bank. Collect them all and you’ll have millions!
Melanie
first I think
currency
exchange
the exchange
of value
value-valueless
what defines value
but a possessor
and why does the value exchange
p p p
jack works at tennis iwth his sister and they play. but thoses is peoples and coin in metal made by chinese man in book i read. it is copper. coper is copper colered and in mined in south america where they play soccer and drink beer. its warm but
michael
boy with a coin by Iron and wine is a song that makes me happy. It also makes me smile. It is such a special song to me because it reminds me of my childhood. I also had a really big coin when I went to DC. It was a GIANT pennie
Amanda
pennies shining up smiling from the bottom of a shallow fountain pool greening symbols of a wish, a hoe, a dream, a love
emily
I left my heart up against a coin flip. And I lost. I can’t forget you. I won’t forget you. I just wish you wouldn’t forget me. Please, remember this gambler.
missxperkii
Coins are customarily used as a form of currency in Human cities. They are small, round objects, often made of a less than common metal. Their exact origin is unknown, as the mindset of a coin like currency is beyond ancient.
Price
the coin flipped end over end in the air…what side would it land on? heads and death? or tails and life? just like my emotions tumbled to the ground, the coin landed. On tails…I would live without a soul…goodbye my love
ecraft
a coin fell from the building above, causing the man to search the skyline. No person to drop it was visible. Upon further inspection, he saw his own face one one side of the coin, and a cross on the other. He threw it in fear, and instantly dropped dead. The coin had landed on the side with the cross.
zach
Money, the bain of our world.
we’re left here to consider what materialistic values the humble coin leaves us with.
money is responsible for the neglect of those who need our help and protection.
for the corruption of those who know better.
lovers of money be damned!
we shouldn’t constrict ourselves by the common dollar. there are more important things in life than the “wide brown dollar note”
annabel
When the coin fell from my hand, I realized that it had no worth. Nothing would happen if I left it behind, I’d still be me. My eyes would still be blue, my hair black. I walked away, a penny poorer, but much wiser.
katie
Throw one in a wishing well and hope it comes true. That’s what you think when you’re young. Older and wiser you realize everything has two sides just like a coin…good/bad, light/dark. It’s all in the perspective.
Crystal Test
is something that people use to get things. The coins are circle shaped and they can be gold or silver. I like the travel by bus using coins, or just to buy candies.
the week-old baby opened his eyes for the first time. his father, takes a penny out of his pocket and hands it to the child. “this coin will control your life.” the baby takes the coin and swallows it. its face turns blue and the baby perishes.
“heads or tails?” he lifts his bright blue eyes to meet mine and i feel the blood stop in my veins. this may possibly be the most important coin toss of my life. he starts to grin as i choose tails. it’s heads.
what happens now?
millions in the world. crossing from person to person, a sort of unknown connection through commerce. Unexpected, having some tiny things in common with people worlds away.
there are hndreds of them in his old mason jar. and we hold the old metal in our hands, and we put them in our pockets and we travel on foot down the street to a place that many people know but very few go (nice rhyme) and there we order our burgers and blue drinks and we eat and drink untill we have had our fill and then we pay with them, stacks and stacks and stacks of coins on the table.
I used to put coins in my mouth, all the time, until I did a science fair project in 8th grade which showed all the bacteria which grows on money. I considered for a while, but I still occasionally suck on my money to this day.
none. none in my wallet. none in my pocket, none in the laundry, wet or dirty, rattling inpockets. None down the back of the sofa, none in jacket pockets, forgotten since last winter.
Nothing until my pay goes into my bank account at 9 o’clock tonight. I couldn’t go to work today because I did not have the train fare.
none. none in my wallet. none in my pocket, none in the laundry, wet or dirty, rattling inpockets. None down the back of the sofa, none in jacket pockets, forgotten since last winter.
Nothing until my pay goes into my bank account at 9 o’clock tonight. I couldn’t go to work today because I did not have the train fare.
All the coins are raining upon us. Cold coins. Smooth coins. Coins without faces. Scrounging around we lick up the almost-liquid coins and gouge each other. Principle: meaninglessness. Material: meaning beyond measure. The surfaces are indented and feel like brail.
When you don’t have much to begin with, a coin can be a heaven. A Haven, a safe place, a hoard, a treasure. Or if your wallet is full of large bills, you could care less and walk past a penny in the parking lot like an old piece of gum. A coin is merely potential. Like a string or a mug. Or a rock or a spider. It means nothing, or it means everything.
If I had a coin, I would throw it in a wishing well. And I’d wish that me and Pegleg could be best friends forever. But that’ll happen anyways.
Our whole existence as Americans is wrapped around the all mighty dollar, which is comprised of the equally significant coin. Will we ever be able to break this malicious class struggle that throws us into the ethereal ring where an everlasting battle is fought; a battle in which the victor takes the specie? Nobody ever wins when coins are thrust on the table as wager. There can be no true victor, as everyone just tries to do a little better each time; which is all we can do.
gaggle of busters,
infantry on the move,
piercing the distal,
accelerating the forgotten.
why crawl for the invisible
dream that wavers?
this was the very last
and you were beyond even that.
you drop my hand like it’s so much change. I can almost see the nickles and dimes as they carelessly leave your fingers and plunge into the cup on the counter. It’s not because you care about the girl behind it. It’s because you have to use for such fiddling small things.
the little silver piece you pressed
into my hand was
warm from your skin.
i treasured it.
people told me it was foolish, holding on
to that little worthless coin
while i waited for you to return.
it’s still in my clammy grasp
and you’re still not.
today i look at a coin that i had in my pocket and i realized it was George Washington which meant it wasn’t a coin that i was holding but a dollar bill. What had happen in those twenty years that i was gone? had so much changed? well now i shop with coins.
i search for the coin i cant seem to find it i look everywhere it hides from me in the crevises in the pages of book and thoughts of others that strangle me i cant do this i cry i can i can and i will i will find the coin i will live it
money. lots of money. faces. in god we trust. power. heads or tails. chances. luck. gambling. vegas. fun. entertainment. happiness.
A coin is usually money in some form. It could be a token though, which stupid parents buy for their kids in stupid places like, chuck e cheeses.
With one coin, she could have saved my life. One coin was all he asked for, one coin to keep the trigger from being pulled. But no. She was a greedy bitch, and wouldn’t even spare a single coin to save who she claimed was the love of her life. a measly fucking coin… Who could fall in love with someone like that? Me. Fuck.
Love Scottie!
i have coins in my pocket. they are quarters nickels and dimes. i have a few pennies also.
more solver than copper. i use quaters for laundry. i paid my bus fare in dimes once.
i threw pennies at ppl from my livingroom window.
I picked up a quarter the other day. I always pick up quarters. Four of them make a dollar, you know. Plus, there’s a chance that I might need to make a phone call… and my cell phone will stop working and I’ll find the only payphone left in the world…
money
pennies
dimes
shopping
bank
nickel
quarter
heads or tales?
toss it in the air if its heads we do this, if its tales you pick.
money that i don’t have
money government richness poorness it’s not really justice. there is class, but what does it really rank? and whom does it give justice too? I hate money. I wish i had some. who would i be with it?
We took my boyfriend’s coins to get them counted yesterday. We ended up with quite a bit of money and then we used it to buy groceries. I would rather have used them to do something fun, but we needed a few things. We still had money left over after we bought groceries so we had sonic. MMM.. cheesesticks
Coins are shiny. I’m collecting them for fencing equipment. Usually my father gives them to my brother, but now he’s giving them to me. Mainly because my brother has just been collecting them and not using them. I have an agenda for mine, since fencing practice equipment is $220. Plus shipping. And seeing as I’m vice-president of the club, I need my own equipment.
Little pieces of metal that we use everyday, unwittingly oblivious to their presence in our lives. Many resent the space they take up, for their busy lives do not allow room for the many tiny pieces. They prefer pieces of paper.
Money. Dimes, nickles, pennies, quarters. All different colors! Bronze, silver. Coins can be found throughout the house…under couch cushions, inside the washing machine, underneath tables, and even in a piggy bank. Collect them all and you’ll have millions!
first I think
currency
exchange
the exchange
of value
value-valueless
what defines value
but a possessor
and why does the value exchange
jack works at tennis iwth his sister and they play. but thoses is peoples and coin in metal made by chinese man in book i read. it is copper. coper is copper colered and in mined in south america where they play soccer and drink beer. its warm but
boy with a coin by Iron and wine is a song that makes me happy. It also makes me smile. It is such a special song to me because it reminds me of my childhood. I also had a really big coin when I went to DC. It was a GIANT pennie
pennies shining up smiling from the bottom of a shallow fountain pool greening symbols of a wish, a hoe, a dream, a love
I left my heart up against a coin flip. And I lost. I can’t forget you. I won’t forget you. I just wish you wouldn’t forget me. Please, remember this gambler.
Coins are customarily used as a form of currency in Human cities. They are small, round objects, often made of a less than common metal. Their exact origin is unknown, as the mindset of a coin like currency is beyond ancient.
the coin flipped end over end in the air…what side would it land on? heads and death? or tails and life? just like my emotions tumbled to the ground, the coin landed. On tails…I would live without a soul…goodbye my love
a coin fell from the building above, causing the man to search the skyline. No person to drop it was visible. Upon further inspection, he saw his own face one one side of the coin, and a cross on the other. He threw it in fear, and instantly dropped dead. The coin had landed on the side with the cross.
Money, the bain of our world.
we’re left here to consider what materialistic values the humble coin leaves us with.
money is responsible for the neglect of those who need our help and protection.
for the corruption of those who know better.
lovers of money be damned!
we shouldn’t constrict ourselves by the common dollar. there are more important things in life than the “wide brown dollar note”
When the coin fell from my hand, I realized that it had no worth. Nothing would happen if I left it behind, I’d still be me. My eyes would still be blue, my hair black. I walked away, a penny poorer, but much wiser.
Throw one in a wishing well and hope it comes true. That’s what you think when you’re young. Older and wiser you realize everything has two sides just like a coin…good/bad, light/dark. It’s all in the perspective.
is something that people use to get things. The coins are circle shaped and they can be gold or silver. I like the travel by bus using coins, or just to buy candies.