the facsimile of my face
never a disgrace
a sportsman at success
my ostensible cheerfulness is here to attest
what was arrested
from my pride.
another resume, another application, another smile,
im ready for the company car,
lets ride.
Watch me flail open into a barrier of darkness
and come out with a vale of cheer,
a viking-girl with volumptous thighs,
and a beer.
Stolid as a boulder,
money is mine for the taking,
negativty, put it in the oven, its baking,
eat it, lets see it, a new door open
for me to seize it.
It’s the worlds fist computer. it even print out things. i know, impressive.
jaycee
The machine was facsimiling. It printed out my picture of Goofy, Mickey and Donald duck. I was so excited to color it.
Jaylen
In the word facsimile I can see your smile.
Diana Probert
A duplicated copy of an original. Not for confusing with an original it can only shine a mirror image onto what is supposed to be, but isn’t. An abbreviation for it is fax.
Nadrian D Whytus
When I think of facsimile then I think of someone smiling
Savannah spiegel
every public paper document has it. Companies, entrepreneurs used them for administration. Online and offline.
Natasa
I don’t no wat facsimile means
jacob
A facsimile is a copy of something,like a painting by a very famous artist, the painting might be fake. People that are not wealthy might make a fake picture of a famous picture and sell it for thousands of dollars for the money.
Shawn huey
When i think of this word I think of it as someone smiling
nikolai
Wen I see I see that word I see fac-simile.
Sam
When I think of facsimile I think of ELA at school I don’t like this word because it makes me think of ELA and I don’t like ELA.
Chase tesluck
When I think of facsimile I think of ELA at school. I don’t like this word because it makes me think of ELA and I don’t like ELA.
Chase tea
It means it is the same things,exactly alike,for example some who cheats on a test that means that is facsimile.
Kaylee
When I think of the word facsimile I the of the word similar which is a math word
Aundrea
Can’t hold me back sucks and it has ccd.
Jimmyjohn
I don’t know what a facsimile is or what facsimile means. I don’t even have a guess. If I did guess, I would be wrong. It sounds like I might know, but I have no clue.
Braden Hilliker
I don’t know what this word means.
Austin
I do not no what facsimile means.
Carsten
Facsimile is an original or exact copy of something.
Julia
Facsimile reminds me of a new piece of paper or something that written on.
Cameron
A face simile is a simile I think I don’t know what kind of simile it is though.
Shade
When I think of facsimile I think of copy.
Alexis
facsimile
I think of faxes. Fax machines.
My friend’s father had one at the house, when we were growing up, for work. The old kind with the reams of paper with perforated edges. This was before most people had home computers, or home printers. Rolls of paper poured through the fax machine all the time. It was supposedly very cool and people were excited about it. I didn’t understand what was so great about it. It was just words. No pictures or anything!
Noisy Quiet
I actually don’t know the meaning of facsimile. It sounds like a metaphor for a simile. I need to read more.
………
Facsimile – noun; an exact copy
Sometimes I feel like I am an exact copy of what people expect from me, that no matter what I will behave as tho tied in strings of expectations and responsibilities. Only when I am alone I feel that this mirrored world becomes opaque and doesn’t reflect the facsimile of their minds.
it’s printed in dots and dashes
made up of dots of black ink
on white canvas
it’s a smooth curve made of sharp points
it’s nature crafted by an inhuman hand
childoftheuniverse
There were copies of everything, from faces to feet, from ears to earwigs. The copiers were everywhere, cheap, unavoidable. Mothers kept copies of their children in racks next to the doors of their houses. One per day for years. Some had all of the copies from after birth but most just kept monthly or yearly copies for posterity.
Dan
Facsimile. Fax machine. They’re outdated, and yet still used so frequently! You would think that only old people had a use for them, but no. Every industry still uses them. Insurance, banking. ALl of them, simple emails aren’t secure enough for them for some dumb reason. Who knows. They are a fucking annoyance though, who has time to try and find a machine!
Bee
She wrote a facsimile of the song for her grandfather before he left the country again.
She wrote an exact fascimile of the song for her grandfather before he left the country again.
Marie F
I don’t know that this word is or means for that matter. A fake smile, like a simile or something? facile, like it’s easy–easy like your mom, easy like Sunday morning? What is it, explain it to me. C’mon kid, go ahead, make my day.
marshall
Somewhere along the line I was given this great gift. It was you. But since youve been gone– nearly 10 years– I have found myself living intandom with a replacement. A facsimile of you. Looks like you, thinks like you… But it is not you.
She wasn’t like other girls.
She’d made sure of it when she came through the machine, grabbing the ink blotter and adding an extra freckle to each cheek. Even robots don’t want to be direct copies, right?
I sit up when my alarm goes off. I hit it. Across from my bed there’s a window and when I look into it, I see another man, sitting up, hitting his clock, but I know it’s not me. I can’t be me. His hands move with mine. He yawns when I yawn, but my hair is black. His skin is pale. He doesn’t look like he knows what ‘jovial’ is.
He can’t be me.
He can’t.
Gary stopped trudging through the streets for one moment. For some reason, maybe fate, maybe God, maybe some divine combination of the two, he raised his head. For the first time in years, he felt. On the side of a building, some old cigarette factory, was a gorgeous landscape, beautifully lifelike, of a forest.
David
“No way!” gasped Marley, staring at the beautiful oil painting on the wall of the parlor. “I didn’t know you had one of Cantet’s pieces!”
Madam Semple laughed and shook her head apologetically. “I’m afraid it’s not the authentic one,” she replied. “Just a facsimile. But it’s lovely, isn’t it? My late husband was quite the fan of Cantet.”
the facsimile of my face
never a disgrace
a sportsman at success
my ostensible cheerfulness is here to attest
what was arrested
from my pride.
another resume, another application, another smile,
im ready for the company car,
lets ride.
Watch me flail open into a barrier of darkness
and come out with a vale of cheer,
a viking-girl with volumptous thighs,
and a beer.
Stolid as a boulder,
money is mine for the taking,
negativty, put it in the oven, its baking,
eat it, lets see it, a new door open
for me to seize it.
It’s the worlds fist computer. it even print out things. i know, impressive.
The machine was facsimiling. It printed out my picture of Goofy, Mickey and Donald duck. I was so excited to color it.
In the word facsimile I can see your smile.
A duplicated copy of an original. Not for confusing with an original it can only shine a mirror image onto what is supposed to be, but isn’t. An abbreviation for it is fax.
When I think of facsimile then I think of someone smiling
every public paper document has it. Companies, entrepreneurs used them for administration. Online and offline.
I don’t no wat facsimile means
A facsimile is a copy of something,like a painting by a very famous artist, the painting might be fake. People that are not wealthy might make a fake picture of a famous picture and sell it for thousands of dollars for the money.
When i think of this word I think of it as someone smiling
Wen I see I see that word I see fac-simile.
When I think of facsimile I think of ELA at school I don’t like this word because it makes me think of ELA and I don’t like ELA.
When I think of facsimile I think of ELA at school. I don’t like this word because it makes me think of ELA and I don’t like ELA.
It means it is the same things,exactly alike,for example some who cheats on a test that means that is facsimile.
When I think of the word facsimile I the of the word similar which is a math word
Can’t hold me back sucks and it has ccd.
I don’t know what a facsimile is or what facsimile means. I don’t even have a guess. If I did guess, I would be wrong. It sounds like I might know, but I have no clue.
I don’t know what this word means.
I do not no what facsimile means.
Facsimile is an original or exact copy of something.
Facsimile reminds me of a new piece of paper or something that written on.
A face simile is a simile I think I don’t know what kind of simile it is though.
When I think of facsimile I think of copy.
facsimile
I think of faxes. Fax machines.
My friend’s father had one at the house, when we were growing up, for work. The old kind with the reams of paper with perforated edges. This was before most people had home computers, or home printers. Rolls of paper poured through the fax machine all the time. It was supposedly very cool and people were excited about it. I didn’t understand what was so great about it. It was just words. No pictures or anything!
I actually don’t know the meaning of facsimile. It sounds like a metaphor for a simile. I need to read more.
………
Facsimile – noun; an exact copy
Sometimes I feel like I am an exact copy of what people expect from me, that no matter what I will behave as tho tied in strings of expectations and responsibilities. Only when I am alone I feel that this mirrored world becomes opaque and doesn’t reflect the facsimile of their minds.
It’s a fascimile smile.
A pastiche grin
it’s printed in dots and dashes
made up of dots of black ink
on white canvas
it’s a smooth curve made of sharp points
it’s nature crafted by an inhuman hand
There were copies of everything, from faces to feet, from ears to earwigs. The copiers were everywhere, cheap, unavoidable. Mothers kept copies of their children in racks next to the doors of their houses. One per day for years. Some had all of the copies from after birth but most just kept monthly or yearly copies for posterity.
Facsimile. Fax machine. They’re outdated, and yet still used so frequently! You would think that only old people had a use for them, but no. Every industry still uses them. Insurance, banking. ALl of them, simple emails aren’t secure enough for them for some dumb reason. Who knows. They are a fucking annoyance though, who has time to try and find a machine!
She wrote a facsimile of the song for her grandfather before he left the country again.
She wrote an exact fascimile of the song for her grandfather before he left the country again.
I don’t know that this word is or means for that matter. A fake smile, like a simile or something? facile, like it’s easy–easy like your mom, easy like Sunday morning? What is it, explain it to me. C’mon kid, go ahead, make my day.
Somewhere along the line I was given this great gift. It was you. But since youve been gone– nearly 10 years– I have found myself living intandom with a replacement. A facsimile of you. Looks like you, thinks like you… But it is not you.
In you a certain color code
Unmatched, unchallenged up ‘till now.
A deadly dance in past forebode.
Your shoulders bent, a heavy load.
You bear it all, I don’t ask how
You have a certain color code.
Line like a mirror, gently toed
Eyes meet, hand touch, we take our bows
A deadly dance we had forebode.
The thinnest thread, our fabrics sewed
Red string pulled tight, no more allowed
Its has a matching color code.
Unexpected, this lonely road
Together, alone—both! Somehow,
This deadly dance has been forebode.
It bleeds and blends, the hues bestowed
And in them lies a forlorn vow
We have a certain color code,
A deadly dance we both forebode.
It’s not counterfeit money I told the judge…it’s just a pretty good facsimile of paper money.
fascists smile similarly
facsimiles simulate similarity
single file singularity
layers like a fascinating simile
She wasn’t like other girls.
She’d made sure of it when she came through the machine, grabbing the ink blotter and adding an extra freckle to each cheek. Even robots don’t want to be direct copies, right?
I sit up when my alarm goes off. I hit it. Across from my bed there’s a window and when I look into it, I see another man, sitting up, hitting his clock, but I know it’s not me. I can’t be me. His hands move with mine. He yawns when I yawn, but my hair is black. His skin is pale. He doesn’t look like he knows what ‘jovial’ is.
He can’t be me.
He can’t.
GYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Gary stopped trudging through the streets for one moment. For some reason, maybe fate, maybe God, maybe some divine combination of the two, he raised his head. For the first time in years, he felt. On the side of a building, some old cigarette factory, was a gorgeous landscape, beautifully lifelike, of a forest.
“No way!” gasped Marley, staring at the beautiful oil painting on the wall of the parlor. “I didn’t know you had one of Cantet’s pieces!”
Madam Semple laughed and shook her head apologetically. “I’m afraid it’s not the authentic one,” she replied. “Just a facsimile. But it’s lovely, isn’t it? My late husband was quite the fan of Cantet.”