Reminds me of Runescape. Not a very good choice of armor… for the lower level people. I like Rune. Rune is better. Way better. I’m also thinking of the element Iron. Interesting. Has it been sixty seconds yet? I’m bored now. Why did I get a gay word? This word sucks.
Kaylee
Low iron when you’re on your period. For girls, of course. I know the difference between ‘you’re’ and ‘your’. Most people do not. I love Natalie Portman.
Mreow
he has a heart made of flecks of metal; iron, steel, copper, the works.
his heart short-circuits when he meets an awkwardly lanky boy in a quaint little coffee shop. he can’t seem to get it work again.
Has an age named after it because it’s what we made most of our tools out of during that time.
I guess we are living in a silicon age then.
It’s also what you use to make clothes not look messy anymore.
My friend once cut the power cord to his iron by accident and got grounded.
Dabe
Iron is an element. On the periodic table it is identified by the symbl Fe. I almost said Pb, bt that is lead. Any way. Iron Man. He’s pretty cool. We need iron to live. It’s in our blood. My dad has hemochromotosis which is build up of iron around the liver. I am sure I know other things about iron too…but I just don’t know what in just a minute. So, I am just going to say…it feels like I have been typing way longer than sixty seconds.
Kyle
The clothes still need to be pressed. There is a pile sitting in the corner that hasn’t moved for days. There’s no one left to impress, no responsibilities to be upheld. Ironing is the least of her worries. The fact that she has a task left unfinished is incredibly bothersome, however.
Tanya
Iron embodies strength, perseverance, and stability.
A symbol of harshness, in the sense of cold and frigid, it is nonetheless, worthy of thought.
Tikal
iron will holding fast, pieces of eight from my past, willy-nilly stole my song, pieces of wight laid out straight, seventy five and dime, holding fast to this iron of mine
Rob
Iron, like steel. Cold and hard and unbreakable. Kinda like my heart is now. There was a time when it was moldable. When lust, the thing I thought was love, made it hot and easy to shape. Now, the fires have died and all that remains is this twisted soul.
Tenika Ann
Fe on the periodic table. Did you know that Iron Man is a Fe Male? Haha. I have an iron deficiency. It’s because I am a female, as well! I take pills to take my iron higher. You eat red meat to get more iron. True story.
Paige Bauer
something strong. something solid.
a father’s tight hug
a grungy, distorted guitar lick
jennedy
iron is what makes mafic magma mafic. did you know that there are different kinds of magma and therefore different kinds of rocks? felsic magma doesn’t have any iron in it. or not as much as mafic i guess. i’m really not sure why that matters unless you live in a volcanic area because if you live near felsic volcanoes you’re screwed but mafgic ones aren’t as bad. theyr’re just like hawaiian volcanoes that erupt constantly but don’t really do anything.
Rosemary T
it is crazy to work out the wrinkles in the clothes, rather work out the wrinkles in my marriage, for there are too many. many painful creases hiding tender flesh from the daylight. wrinkles between my eyes from the fighting and the worry, wrinkles in the bed but not from play
lauren
iron man. makes me think of the name my friends called their hair straightener and the guy from that movie. It also makes me think of the iron that is on your cereal and how cool it is that it can stick to magnets when you crush it. I also think of iron deficiency and how I might have it at times.
Xaris
I love the smell rising from the heated plate and the smooth glide like skaters on a melting block if ice that drips when it is time to waken.
nannan
I once burned myself with an iron when i was a kid man did that hurt! I never did that again.Irons are dangerous and don’t leave one on and leave the house!
FIRE!
Mystic
The iron shackles were tight around my wrists. They bound me to the chair and to the ground. I screamed. Screamed to be free, to be left alone, to be away from here. I wanted to be free. It was all I ever wanted. But did I have an option? No. I never had an option, from the moment I revealed to my parents that I could do things. I could change shapes. Of myself, and of other things. I wish I didn’t open my stupid mouth and say anything. I wish I had never been born. Damn. I’m still here.
iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron ironiron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron.
emmy
Iron reminds me of irony, how it’s ironic that our perfect relationship was everythin everyone wanted to be, and now were falling apart. Were what everyone avoids in the end.
Paha, iron.
Lilly
i am the red wine that flows through your veins, i am what keeps you breathing, i am you, i am you, i am you. you need me and you cannot be strong like me but you will try and fail and break and i, iron, will leak out onto muddy pavements and paint them the color of your insides.
Iron is a metal i guess. I mean it makes me think of engineering and how much i honestly do want to stay in there, but then again i really dont. ERG it makes me think about how much i am going to miss kalamazoo but how much i really miss home. my L button is stuck FML i gotta press it down really fucking hard =(
iron is something that i cant have too much of because it makes my thyroid replacement medicine not work. this could be a problem sometime down the road, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. the flintstones iron vitamins are in a red box and i like the look of those the most.
Taylor
softly into the calico space
of your slow breath
i roll toward you
gaze on your hushed face
moonlight
falls
tinting the floor a royal purple
rise
and fall
sinking slowly
to the mariana trench
of your essence
iron bars… the old iron town. she lived in an old factory town. rundown- seen it’s better day. it was a strange place where the unexplained happened. like that day, near sundown, when she was walking home and heard the shrieking. a man was holding the woman up against the iron barred gate. it wasn’t what she thought it was at first though. because the woman’s hands were burning- the ones she held against the bars to keep the rest of herself away from them. the bars burned lines through her face pressed against them; left red angry scars on her hands and cheeks where her tears ran down. her skin melted away and the iron was red as if hot. she screamed and shouted awful things to him but the man just held her there. he told her calmly over the shrieking protests that her kind wasn’t wanted there and that she had been warned- they all had all been warned and it was not to happen again or the consequences would be more severe. the girl that had seen it all stood there, in shock at first then silent acceptance. then she turned and walked away. she had seen stranger things in this old town after all.
if i could hold you in my arms, what joy would fill my heart. you are greek god. you are chiseled marble, udder amazement. but i’m not sure i like you like you. you’re just beautiful. so yeah. keep being greek and dancing and singing and being cool. and i’ll always think you’re godlike. not gorgeous, not hot, not cute. just godlike.
when you can’t move. your bones are stuck. it’s like iron rods. you can’t move. nothing can help you escape this feeling. you’re just stuck. it’s unbelievable. and you’re STUCK BRO. STUCK. no moving. no emotion. iron.
taylor
well if i had some clothes that were very crinlked. Then i would get a little invention called an iron. this would make them flat again. but i am not going to because i cannot iron. i am disabled. nah kidding. polish it at leisure. man i can type alot. it just flows naturally. i am typing on a computer sitting on earth. there are various deposits on this planet in which i reside. deposit of iron. we mine these deposits and obtain iron. we use it for metal shit.
Samda Man
My life feels like im breathing iron, trying desperately to get out into open air. Running, running far away searching for air.. im left stuck, breathing the same air, destined to kill me.
kenzie
Irons are used to flatten out clothing and to remove wrinkles. There is also the periodic element known as iron, which is used in the construction and shaping of buildings and architecture. The possibilities are endless with iron. Iron is usually dense, dark in color…
Autumn
i hate ironing. a lot. i never do it. i buy clothing specifically so i dont have to iron them. i don’t even know where the iron is in my house…. hm. housewife. i’d be a crap one of those. blah.
Dee
iron is a sweet metal, and its magnetic. i also think of iron man which is a really awesome comic book and movie. it has robert downey junior in it, who is probably one of the most badass actors alive. iron is an element on the periodic table. iron is really heavy too.
Aaron
its still here. It still doesn’t exist in the state that I want it to. Its strong, yes, but it hasn’t protected me. Why is iron used to protect me? The people who hurt the most in my life are my family the ones that have the keys to my house, the codes to my safe. iron doesn’t keep them out but makes them stay closer. Its suffocating.
Ana
Iron could be so many things. It could remind me of my little sister’s starring role in Hairspray, where her mother ironed clothes for other women. It could remind me of playing Monopoly in my basement mostly out of boredom and enjoyment of other people’s company more than love of the game, and how I always chose the dog and she always chose the iron. It could be in reference to IronMan, either the song or the movie, both of which are ok with me.
Hamilton
The itch would become unbearable. It was like a million little insects crawling around inside her, inching their way through her whole body. It was everything she had not to take a bar at begin to hack away at herself. To pound the metal until the insects were dead and the itch was gone. Until she was free.
The iron fell to the floor with a loud clang, alerting my mother that I was awake and out of bed. Crap. I thought frantically on what to do next. Had she heard? Should I book it for the door? At any rate, I had to decide fast. Leaving the iron where it lye, I chose the door.
Kayla
iron is silver, i have no idea what to say, or maybe like an iron, to iron shirts and shit? iron reminds me of chipotle, its futuristic, and retro. It is pretty to look at.
lee
She threw the iron skillet across the room before collapsing into her tears. She couldn’t continue like this. The psyche wanted to medicate her for depression but she knew that wasn’t the problem. There was a reason for her pain. It wasn’t coming from nowhere- she needed to change her life.
pump, buildings, sears tower- industrialization, machines, factories, abundance.
Iron, a beautiful mess.
Reminds me of Runescape. Not a very good choice of armor… for the lower level people. I like Rune. Rune is better. Way better. I’m also thinking of the element Iron. Interesting. Has it been sixty seconds yet? I’m bored now. Why did I get a gay word? This word sucks.
Low iron when you’re on your period. For girls, of course. I know the difference between ‘you’re’ and ‘your’. Most people do not. I love Natalie Portman.
he has a heart made of flecks of metal; iron, steel, copper, the works.
his heart short-circuits when he meets an awkwardly lanky boy in a quaint little coffee shop. he can’t seem to get it work again.
Has an age named after it because it’s what we made most of our tools out of during that time.
I guess we are living in a silicon age then.
It’s also what you use to make clothes not look messy anymore.
My friend once cut the power cord to his iron by accident and got grounded.
Iron is an element. On the periodic table it is identified by the symbl Fe. I almost said Pb, bt that is lead. Any way. Iron Man. He’s pretty cool. We need iron to live. It’s in our blood. My dad has hemochromotosis which is build up of iron around the liver. I am sure I know other things about iron too…but I just don’t know what in just a minute. So, I am just going to say…it feels like I have been typing way longer than sixty seconds.
The clothes still need to be pressed. There is a pile sitting in the corner that hasn’t moved for days. There’s no one left to impress, no responsibilities to be upheld. Ironing is the least of her worries. The fact that she has a task left unfinished is incredibly bothersome, however.
Iron embodies strength, perseverance, and stability.
A symbol of harshness, in the sense of cold and frigid, it is nonetheless, worthy of thought.
iron will holding fast, pieces of eight from my past, willy-nilly stole my song, pieces of wight laid out straight, seventy five and dime, holding fast to this iron of mine
Iron, like steel. Cold and hard and unbreakable. Kinda like my heart is now. There was a time when it was moldable. When lust, the thing I thought was love, made it hot and easy to shape. Now, the fires have died and all that remains is this twisted soul.
Fe on the periodic table. Did you know that Iron Man is a Fe Male? Haha. I have an iron deficiency. It’s because I am a female, as well! I take pills to take my iron higher. You eat red meat to get more iron. True story.
something strong. something solid.
a father’s tight hug
a grungy, distorted guitar lick
iron is what makes mafic magma mafic. did you know that there are different kinds of magma and therefore different kinds of rocks? felsic magma doesn’t have any iron in it. or not as much as mafic i guess. i’m really not sure why that matters unless you live in a volcanic area because if you live near felsic volcanoes you’re screwed but mafgic ones aren’t as bad. theyr’re just like hawaiian volcanoes that erupt constantly but don’t really do anything.
it is crazy to work out the wrinkles in the clothes, rather work out the wrinkles in my marriage, for there are too many. many painful creases hiding tender flesh from the daylight. wrinkles between my eyes from the fighting and the worry, wrinkles in the bed but not from play
iron man. makes me think of the name my friends called their hair straightener and the guy from that movie. It also makes me think of the iron that is on your cereal and how cool it is that it can stick to magnets when you crush it. I also think of iron deficiency and how I might have it at times.
I love the smell rising from the heated plate and the smooth glide like skaters on a melting block if ice that drips when it is time to waken.
I once burned myself with an iron when i was a kid man did that hurt! I never did that again.Irons are dangerous and don’t leave one on and leave the house!
FIRE!
The iron shackles were tight around my wrists. They bound me to the chair and to the ground. I screamed. Screamed to be free, to be left alone, to be away from here. I wanted to be free. It was all I ever wanted. But did I have an option? No. I never had an option, from the moment I revealed to my parents that I could do things. I could change shapes. Of myself, and of other things. I wish I didn’t open my stupid mouth and say anything. I wish I had never been born. Damn. I’m still here.
iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron ironiron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron iron.
Iron reminds me of irony, how it’s ironic that our perfect relationship was everythin everyone wanted to be, and now were falling apart. Were what everyone avoids in the end.
Paha, iron.
i am the red wine that flows through your veins, i am what keeps you breathing, i am you, i am you, i am you. you need me and you cannot be strong like me but you will try and fail and break and i, iron, will leak out onto muddy pavements and paint them the color of your insides.
Iron is a metal i guess. I mean it makes me think of engineering and how much i honestly do want to stay in there, but then again i really dont. ERG it makes me think about how much i am going to miss kalamazoo but how much i really miss home. my L button is stuck FML i gotta press it down really fucking hard =(
iron is something that i cant have too much of because it makes my thyroid replacement medicine not work. this could be a problem sometime down the road, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. the flintstones iron vitamins are in a red box and i like the look of those the most.
softly into the calico space
of your slow breath
i roll toward you
gaze on your hushed face
moonlight
falls
tinting the floor a royal purple
rise
and fall
sinking slowly
to the mariana trench
of your essence
iron bars… the old iron town. she lived in an old factory town. rundown- seen it’s better day. it was a strange place where the unexplained happened. like that day, near sundown, when she was walking home and heard the shrieking. a man was holding the woman up against the iron barred gate. it wasn’t what she thought it was at first though. because the woman’s hands were burning- the ones she held against the bars to keep the rest of herself away from them. the bars burned lines through her face pressed against them; left red angry scars on her hands and cheeks where her tears ran down. her skin melted away and the iron was red as if hot. she screamed and shouted awful things to him but the man just held her there. he told her calmly over the shrieking protests that her kind wasn’t wanted there and that she had been warned- they all had all been warned and it was not to happen again or the consequences would be more severe. the girl that had seen it all stood there, in shock at first then silent acceptance. then she turned and walked away. she had seen stranger things in this old town after all.
if i could hold you in my arms, what joy would fill my heart. you are greek god. you are chiseled marble, udder amazement. but i’m not sure i like you like you. you’re just beautiful. so yeah. keep being greek and dancing and singing and being cool. and i’ll always think you’re godlike. not gorgeous, not hot, not cute. just godlike.
when you can’t move. your bones are stuck. it’s like iron rods. you can’t move. nothing can help you escape this feeling. you’re just stuck. it’s unbelievable. and you’re STUCK BRO. STUCK. no moving. no emotion. iron.
well if i had some clothes that were very crinlked. Then i would get a little invention called an iron. this would make them flat again. but i am not going to because i cannot iron. i am disabled. nah kidding. polish it at leisure. man i can type alot. it just flows naturally. i am typing on a computer sitting on earth. there are various deposits on this planet in which i reside. deposit of iron. we mine these deposits and obtain iron. we use it for metal shit.
My life feels like im breathing iron, trying desperately to get out into open air. Running, running far away searching for air.. im left stuck, breathing the same air, destined to kill me.
Irons are used to flatten out clothing and to remove wrinkles. There is also the periodic element known as iron, which is used in the construction and shaping of buildings and architecture. The possibilities are endless with iron. Iron is usually dense, dark in color…
i hate ironing. a lot. i never do it. i buy clothing specifically so i dont have to iron them. i don’t even know where the iron is in my house…. hm. housewife. i’d be a crap one of those. blah.
iron is a sweet metal, and its magnetic. i also think of iron man which is a really awesome comic book and movie. it has robert downey junior in it, who is probably one of the most badass actors alive. iron is an element on the periodic table. iron is really heavy too.
its still here. It still doesn’t exist in the state that I want it to. Its strong, yes, but it hasn’t protected me. Why is iron used to protect me? The people who hurt the most in my life are my family the ones that have the keys to my house, the codes to my safe. iron doesn’t keep them out but makes them stay closer. Its suffocating.
Iron could be so many things. It could remind me of my little sister’s starring role in Hairspray, where her mother ironed clothes for other women. It could remind me of playing Monopoly in my basement mostly out of boredom and enjoyment of other people’s company more than love of the game, and how I always chose the dog and she always chose the iron. It could be in reference to IronMan, either the song or the movie, both of which are ok with me.
The itch would become unbearable. It was like a million little insects crawling around inside her, inching their way through her whole body. It was everything she had not to take a bar at begin to hack away at herself. To pound the metal until the insects were dead and the itch was gone. Until she was free.
The iron fell to the floor with a loud clang, alerting my mother that I was awake and out of bed. Crap. I thought frantically on what to do next. Had she heard? Should I book it for the door? At any rate, I had to decide fast. Leaving the iron where it lye, I chose the door.
iron is silver, i have no idea what to say, or maybe like an iron, to iron shirts and shit? iron reminds me of chipotle, its futuristic, and retro. It is pretty to look at.
She threw the iron skillet across the room before collapsing into her tears. She couldn’t continue like this. The psyche wanted to medicate her for depression but she knew that wasn’t the problem. There was a reason for her pain. It wasn’t coming from nowhere- she needed to change her life.
clothing, hot, steam. it flattens out clothing for a more smoother look.. more professional and clean looking. usually used for business.