i like my clothes wrinkle free. every time i pass a curtain i ponder why how it can be more useful. i really enjoy my vitamins every time i need to mine. i do like ron in a friendly way. how do i count the wrinkles in your skin when im steaming it?
kyle
I left the iron on all day yesterday. I realised it when I was at work, but it was much to late to do anything.
I live alone.
I hate my neighbours.
I worried about it for the rest of the day, but I couldn’t go home. It didn’t catch fire. I worried for nothing.
Carolyn
Iron. The working classes food. There are many different types mind you, it’s not like bread and milk where you options ARE limited. Iron and wine, thats what the world is built from. it’s what feeds them to create… Honey wine, Red Iron…. Wheat wine…. a cool blue Iron…. oh the options of life, who they mix in your head, and see the visions dancing in your head.
My clothes are all raggedy. I like them when they are fresh and when they’re ironed. The steam makes them brown at times. Girls used to fix their hair with it. It can be so cheap or so expensive too. I burnt my hand plenty of times.
Monica Nagy
Wish i have an iron body … strong and tough and resistive to all changes in the surroundings.
my clothes, its a stupid chemical on the table of chemistry that i have no idea about because im awful with chemistry, or maybe that’s ion, but i think it’s iron too. iron bars, iron gates, black iron, i-ron like a rap star. ironious, i think that’s a word. no, eroenous. i can’t spell it but its a word. i know it is. erroneous is what i meant. purple iron. i don’t have any purple clothes to iron.
alexandra
Iron, that’s my dog’s name. He’s no Iron Man. He’s an Iron dog. He pisses on my pants and straightens them up.
my mind went blank as soon as i saw the word. it makes me think of science, so i suppose that brings me to chemistry. i loved chemistry in high school, not the educational part of it but the class in general. wonderful times spent with wonderful people. too bad i am no longer friends with them.
Periodic table. Things left behind. Nails. Spikes. Shards.
Hemoglobin—primary, secondary, tertiary and quarternary structures. Proteins.
My scientist friend who called tonight to tell me that our old physics teacher hates waking up every morning knowing Barack Obama is still president and that she loves Rush Limbaugh on Facebook. Apparently she wasn’t a stickler for just the facts and figures, but she’s a stickler for racism too. Irony? Maybe in that I haven’t once used today’s word as much as danced around it with a series of oblique references. Though tomorrow I will be stronger than today. Or I am going to try to be at least.
The iron was hot from the fire pit, but not quit hot enough for the branding to take place. For that the iron has to be white hot. This would ensure a clean scar and perfect image of the master.
iron is the stuff that makes your blood healthy. It can be found in beef and other meat as well as green leafy vegetables. Without iron your body can be defficient in the elements that it needs to remain healthy.
Leigh Johnson
Iron, that’s the name of my dog. iron my clothes, it straightens them up. Oh my god, that’s my dog. iron. It’s not any Iron man. It’s just a dog that pisses on my clothes and straightens them up. Holy shit, time’s up.
Jose Rafael Espinosa
What smooths clothes in one easy swipe? EYE ARE ON. A metal which is used to great advantage in human civilization. Matter made of chemistry MATTER, atoms particles. Solid as can be.
BB
I hate ironing. My mother and I argure about it all the time. So my clottle wrinkled.I take care of them, which is more than I can say for my cousins. At least my clothes don’t look like I just pulled them out of a pile on the floor, I hand them up and they hardly ever wrinkle, and if they do, I hang them up in the bathroom where some steam is, that way the wrinkles will fall out and I can avoid that wretched iron!
Aisha
shirts and pants. my grandmother used to do so for me. What is the point in ironing? does it really matter how flat your pants are? Or how perfect you look? its fake. ironing is fake. just like everyone else is.
Carmen
The constant “Boom Clang!” of the men and machines rings in your mind.
You jump off the catwalk into the enormous gears and pistons below, spinning a thousand times per minute.
As speck of blood appears on his visor, the manager says: “Lost another one”, writes on his clip board and walks away.
something that my mom can’t do. ironing is for demostocated women..or maybe theyre talking about iron like the metal? i have no idea. this is so weird since this is exactly what we are doing in mosaic! I’m going to post it on the board for all my friends to see heyyoooo peace broha. i hope I did this right?
Julia
Sturdy like a barge. So many things these days are disposable. Iron is not one of those things. It’s solidarity shifts the baseline for how we judge strength, and if you mix it with the word wine, it makes music.
Mrs. Hughes shrieked and jumped back in alarm. The iron had burned her finger, which was now swollen and red. Mrs. Hughes was livid. She snatched the phone book from the kitchen table and furiously dialed the number of the maid Mrs. Jackson had recommended. There was no way Mrs. Hughes could handle being a wife all on her own.
I run…Iron. I don’t have much iron in m blood. I think that’s some sort of something that starts with an A. I just watched an episode of House where the person had too much iron and they kept giving him more blood and he started dying. I don’t remember where Iron is on the periodic table…I think it’s symble is I…it is on the periodic table, right?
Iron is strong- builds bridges. Like steel..what’s the difference between the two? I could never quite figure that out. Iron Man- now that’s a good movie. Robert Downey Jr. is hella hot. I wonder why those chose red for his suit. There’s another movie I think it’s called the Iron Giant. It has to do with a little boy and him…I remember it being sad. Kinda like E.T.
Kimberly
ironing boards. Why does it matter if my clothes are wrinkled when I go to work or not? People shouldn’t care about steam pressing. They should perceive my unkempt look as an expression of dedication to my work.
Jaya
When I think of iron, I think of the old red truck my family used to have. It was a lovely truck that gave me and my family rides and memories. We had a great stereo system and listened to the same music all the time, and whenever I listen to this music now, it makes me think of that lovely red truck. We don’t have it anymore, and the rust is most likely gone from repair, but it was great.
Kathryn
Iron grasp,
tips of my lungs feel like iron,
I cant breathe,
he’s so far away
everything hurts.
Heavy
killing me
iron…pulling me down
sinking me into this sea
this deep ocean blue,
of you,
and only you,
and Im suffocating under you
and your careless stares
and the way you looked when you told me to go
hannah
science clothes vitamins purple the letter i the letter r the letter o the letter n element boring mineral work school good for bones silver hard strong workout pumpin
charlotte
Dad just said it tough hard straighten you out before you even realize that it’s the real deal. You keep going not knowing whether the lines will remain still or be tossed into an abyss of language. The iron man who saved those that are lost in wrinkles of time. Iron out
Mildred
It wasn’t the sound you made that scared me. But rather the clinking of the iron piercing the ground. It struck it like a bullet to the body; like a thought to the brain. It struck me, and I was hopeless. Your sound, your words, it was the iron.
our love is like iron. unbeatable, unbendable, untamable. but that is not exactly true. it can be changed and transformed into something better, something more beautiful. but its substance never truly changes.
Emily
Ironing was a common household chore for women. Now it is common for a man to iron as well. It is a process used to make your clothes appear presentable.
Ironing was a common household chore for women. Now, in the household, it is common for a man to iron as well. Ironing clothes is a task completed which allows your clothes to be worn in a presentable manner.
catherine
I think I have anemia. I would like to take iron pills, but if I don’t have a deficiency, that would make things worse. If I had insurance, a doctor could tell me if i’m just a hypochondriac or if something is really wrong. Of course, then that lady in a dress and huge necklace at sweet tomatoes would have to wait every time she wanted to get in to see her dermatologist. and that’s why universal health care is a bad idea. right?
Alex
He hammers the great anvil with an tool made of Luminite. The sparkling green power emanating off the sword with each blow, the triumphant sound of oncoming war ringing through the caverns mighty halls.
When my father was a child
his mother rushed him and
my aunt and uncle into the wild
of the nighttime streets
leading to the border
and away from the war
at their feet.
Sometimes I dream of her
sitting by their beds
where they would stir
restless with the sound
of constant planes
baying like hounds
with the scent
of her children
curled and bent
in dread,
even in sleep.
Here in my mind
she does not weep;
she straightens her spine
and see’s the road at nighttime.
Iron is hot. It’s something you use to make your clothes less wrinkly. I think it’s a useful tool. I hate wrinkles in my clothes. I can’t stand them at all. Especially PJ pants. I can’t sleep in wrinkly PJ pants…I can’t do it. But Yeah, I love irons.
Tyler
There’s a city of it near the water, with bridges and boats with steam pluming high above the citizens as they walk along the river. Who knew a city that shone like silver could be so filthy and cold?
There once was a woman who simply wanted to spend her day ironing. She thought it was the most calming activity any one person could do. She ironed shirts, pants, underwear, undershirts, socks, ties, and even evening gowns. This woman even ironed food, like grilled cheese sandwiches and paninis. She was simply obsessed with ironing!!
Seldy
I think ironing clothes is a waste of time. I prefer Wrinkle Reducer spray. If your life is active enough, your clothes will just re-wrinkle anyway. Wrinkled clothes are a sign of a life lived. Who wants to sit around and do nothing for the sake of a crisp shirt?
Besides. I burn them.
Genie
My whole life I’ve been told to make sure I get iron. Iron’s my friend. Iron helps me grow. Little did I know, iron is already there, in my blood, and it’s only an issue when you bleed a lot. I’ve bled, but not a lot. Maybe I should bleed more.
Iron hates calcium. Iron is blood and calcium is bone – they can’t mix. Just go around.
Iron requires a disclaimer.
foreverclown
wow, really? Iron. I have nothing to say about an iron. I know I hate to iron. I really do. Last time I ironed was ages ago. I prefer to throw everything in the dryer rather than get out the ironing board and iron. It’s just too complicated. I don’t have time, and I really hate doing it. Maybe someday I might, but hopefully I never will. I’d rather stick to the dryer method.
Karol
An iron sat on a shelf a few inches above me. It was probably hot not long ago, making a shirt straighten up, getting the mistakes out. I want an iron. I need an iron.
I am an iron.
About seven years ago, I arrived in the unknown city.
i like my clothes wrinkle free. every time i pass a curtain i ponder why how it can be more useful. i really enjoy my vitamins every time i need to mine. i do like ron in a friendly way. how do i count the wrinkles in your skin when im steaming it?
I left the iron on all day yesterday. I realised it when I was at work, but it was much to late to do anything.
I live alone.
I hate my neighbours.
I worried about it for the rest of the day, but I couldn’t go home. It didn’t catch fire. I worried for nothing.
Iron. The working classes food. There are many different types mind you, it’s not like bread and milk where you options ARE limited. Iron and wine, thats what the world is built from. it’s what feeds them to create… Honey wine, Red Iron…. Wheat wine…. a cool blue Iron…. oh the options of life, who they mix in your head, and see the visions dancing in your head.
My clothes are all raggedy. I like them when they are fresh and when they’re ironed. The steam makes them brown at times. Girls used to fix their hair with it. It can be so cheap or so expensive too. I burnt my hand plenty of times.
Wish i have an iron body … strong and tough and resistive to all changes in the surroundings.
my clothes, its a stupid chemical on the table of chemistry that i have no idea about because im awful with chemistry, or maybe that’s ion, but i think it’s iron too. iron bars, iron gates, black iron, i-ron like a rap star. ironious, i think that’s a word. no, eroenous. i can’t spell it but its a word. i know it is. erroneous is what i meant. purple iron. i don’t have any purple clothes to iron.
Iron, that’s my dog’s name. He’s no Iron Man. He’s an Iron dog. He pisses on my pants and straightens them up.
my mind went blank as soon as i saw the word. it makes me think of science, so i suppose that brings me to chemistry. i loved chemistry in high school, not the educational part of it but the class in general. wonderful times spent with wonderful people. too bad i am no longer friends with them.
Fe
Periodic table. Things left behind. Nails. Spikes. Shards.
Hemoglobin—primary, secondary, tertiary and quarternary structures. Proteins.
My scientist friend who called tonight to tell me that our old physics teacher hates waking up every morning knowing Barack Obama is still president and that she loves Rush Limbaugh on Facebook. Apparently she wasn’t a stickler for just the facts and figures, but she’s a stickler for racism too. Irony? Maybe in that I haven’t once used today’s word as much as danced around it with a series of oblique references. Though tomorrow I will be stronger than today. Or I am going to try to be at least.
The iron was hot from the fire pit, but not quit hot enough for the branding to take place. For that the iron has to be white hot. This would ensure a clean scar and perfect image of the master.
iron is the stuff that makes your blood healthy. It can be found in beef and other meat as well as green leafy vegetables. Without iron your body can be defficient in the elements that it needs to remain healthy.
Iron, that’s the name of my dog. iron my clothes, it straightens them up. Oh my god, that’s my dog. iron. It’s not any Iron man. It’s just a dog that pisses on my clothes and straightens them up. Holy shit, time’s up.
What smooths clothes in one easy swipe? EYE ARE ON. A metal which is used to great advantage in human civilization. Matter made of chemistry MATTER, atoms particles. Solid as can be.
I hate ironing. My mother and I argure about it all the time. So my clottle wrinkled.I take care of them, which is more than I can say for my cousins. At least my clothes don’t look like I just pulled them out of a pile on the floor, I hand them up and they hardly ever wrinkle, and if they do, I hang them up in the bathroom where some steam is, that way the wrinkles will fall out and I can avoid that wretched iron!
shirts and pants. my grandmother used to do so for me. What is the point in ironing? does it really matter how flat your pants are? Or how perfect you look? its fake. ironing is fake. just like everyone else is.
The constant “Boom Clang!” of the men and machines rings in your mind.
You jump off the catwalk into the enormous gears and pistons below, spinning a thousand times per minute.
As speck of blood appears on his visor, the manager says: “Lost another one”, writes on his clip board and walks away.
something that my mom can’t do. ironing is for demostocated women..or maybe theyre talking about iron like the metal? i have no idea. this is so weird since this is exactly what we are doing in mosaic! I’m going to post it on the board for all my friends to see heyyoooo peace broha. i hope I did this right?
Sturdy like a barge. So many things these days are disposable. Iron is not one of those things. It’s solidarity shifts the baseline for how we judge strength, and if you mix it with the word wine, it makes music.
Mrs. Hughes shrieked and jumped back in alarm. The iron had burned her finger, which was now swollen and red. Mrs. Hughes was livid. She snatched the phone book from the kitchen table and furiously dialed the number of the maid Mrs. Jackson had recommended. There was no way Mrs. Hughes could handle being a wife all on her own.
I run…Iron. I don’t have much iron in m blood. I think that’s some sort of something that starts with an A. I just watched an episode of House where the person had too much iron and they kept giving him more blood and he started dying. I don’t remember where Iron is on the periodic table…I think it’s symble is I…it is on the periodic table, right?
Iron is strong- builds bridges. Like steel..what’s the difference between the two? I could never quite figure that out. Iron Man- now that’s a good movie. Robert Downey Jr. is hella hot. I wonder why those chose red for his suit. There’s another movie I think it’s called the Iron Giant. It has to do with a little boy and him…I remember it being sad. Kinda like E.T.
ironing boards. Why does it matter if my clothes are wrinkled when I go to work or not? People shouldn’t care about steam pressing. They should perceive my unkempt look as an expression of dedication to my work.
When I think of iron, I think of the old red truck my family used to have. It was a lovely truck that gave me and my family rides and memories. We had a great stereo system and listened to the same music all the time, and whenever I listen to this music now, it makes me think of that lovely red truck. We don’t have it anymore, and the rust is most likely gone from repair, but it was great.
Iron grasp,
tips of my lungs feel like iron,
I cant breathe,
he’s so far away
everything hurts.
Heavy
killing me
iron…pulling me down
sinking me into this sea
this deep ocean blue,
of you,
and only you,
and Im suffocating under you
and your careless stares
and the way you looked when you told me to go
science clothes vitamins purple the letter i the letter r the letter o the letter n element boring mineral work school good for bones silver hard strong workout pumpin
Dad just said it tough hard straighten you out before you even realize that it’s the real deal. You keep going not knowing whether the lines will remain still or be tossed into an abyss of language. The iron man who saved those that are lost in wrinkles of time. Iron out
It wasn’t the sound you made that scared me. But rather the clinking of the iron piercing the ground. It struck it like a bullet to the body; like a thought to the brain. It struck me, and I was hopeless. Your sound, your words, it was the iron.
our love is like iron. unbeatable, unbendable, untamable. but that is not exactly true. it can be changed and transformed into something better, something more beautiful. but its substance never truly changes.
Ironing was a common household chore for women. Now it is common for a man to iron as well. It is a process used to make your clothes appear presentable.
Ironing was a common household chore for women. Now, in the household, it is common for a man to iron as well. Ironing clothes is a task completed which allows your clothes to be worn in a presentable manner.
I think I have anemia. I would like to take iron pills, but if I don’t have a deficiency, that would make things worse. If I had insurance, a doctor could tell me if i’m just a hypochondriac or if something is really wrong. Of course, then that lady in a dress and huge necklace at sweet tomatoes would have to wait every time she wanted to get in to see her dermatologist. and that’s why universal health care is a bad idea. right?
He hammers the great anvil with an tool made of Luminite. The sparkling green power emanating off the sword with each blow, the triumphant sound of oncoming war ringing through the caverns mighty halls.
Strong and confident and sweating, she forces the bit of the drill into the dented head of the screw. She can do this, no problem. She’s Rosie.
Iron In Her
When my father was a child
his mother rushed him and
my aunt and uncle into the wild
of the nighttime streets
leading to the border
and away from the war
at their feet.
Sometimes I dream of her
sitting by their beds
where they would stir
restless with the sound
of constant planes
baying like hounds
with the scent
of her children
curled and bent
in dread,
even in sleep.
Here in my mind
she does not weep;
she straightens her spine
and see’s the road at nighttime.
Iron is hot. It’s something you use to make your clothes less wrinkly. I think it’s a useful tool. I hate wrinkles in my clothes. I can’t stand them at all. Especially PJ pants. I can’t sleep in wrinkly PJ pants…I can’t do it. But Yeah, I love irons.
There’s a city of it near the water, with bridges and boats with steam pluming high above the citizens as they walk along the river. Who knew a city that shone like silver could be so filthy and cold?
There once was a woman who simply wanted to spend her day ironing. She thought it was the most calming activity any one person could do. She ironed shirts, pants, underwear, undershirts, socks, ties, and even evening gowns. This woman even ironed food, like grilled cheese sandwiches and paninis. She was simply obsessed with ironing!!
I think ironing clothes is a waste of time. I prefer Wrinkle Reducer spray. If your life is active enough, your clothes will just re-wrinkle anyway. Wrinkled clothes are a sign of a life lived. Who wants to sit around and do nothing for the sake of a crisp shirt?
Besides. I burn them.
My whole life I’ve been told to make sure I get iron. Iron’s my friend. Iron helps me grow. Little did I know, iron is already there, in my blood, and it’s only an issue when you bleed a lot. I’ve bled, but not a lot. Maybe I should bleed more.
Iron hates calcium. Iron is blood and calcium is bone – they can’t mix. Just go around.
Iron requires a disclaimer.
wow, really? Iron. I have nothing to say about an iron. I know I hate to iron. I really do. Last time I ironed was ages ago. I prefer to throw everything in the dryer rather than get out the ironing board and iron. It’s just too complicated. I don’t have time, and I really hate doing it. Maybe someday I might, but hopefully I never will. I’d rather stick to the dryer method.
An iron sat on a shelf a few inches above me. It was probably hot not long ago, making a shirt straighten up, getting the mistakes out. I want an iron. I need an iron.
I am an iron.
About seven years ago, I arrived in the unknown city.