powder – like snow, which we don’t have. i use powder in my hair to make it look less oily, i use powder to take the shine off of my face. maybe powder takes the shine out of the world too – there is no shine in the winter. ice. ice everywhere. but the snow does not shine. snow and powder, they are equal to me. i put snow in my hair.
harlea
snow, the light shines down and combines with darkness to create an everlasting spectrum of fantasma. The powder is a symbol, not just a thing.
ROAR
in the champagne powder of the mountains of colorado anything can happen. people are always smiling. one of the happiest places on the face of the earth. i love this beautiful place.
melissa
I think its about helping babies feel better it helps them to not have rashes not only babies but anyone with a rash
it helps to not be sick and it helps you me nad everyone in the entire world
big small tall short skinny fat nad even the evil ones
Blueboxfinder
A girl gazing in the mirror at what she isn’t. She puts on the facial powder and fake eyelashes. She leans over the toilet bowl and shoves her fingers down her throat to hide her insecurities. Is this worth it? Am I my birthname or have I changed it to Mia?
Katie
white; cocaine. sniff sniff like cherry cola – pretend you’re in fairyland.
andiie
Soft to the touch and smell. Babies with their porcelain skin sitting on white linens. Dust and flowers and very thing subtle.
Lauren
These inventions spur mankind onward, while they make us fewer and cause the devolution to barbarianism. Powder, ignite.
Tristin
snow, i like to ski in powder snow. You can also use powder after a bath. Flour is a type of powder.
Matt
the stuff on top of a donut. decoratively placed like snow on a hillside after the wind blows on for a day or two. It is like a fine dust over it with different areas of heaviness and lightness making a colorful display.
Anonymous
powder blue. Powder blue sky. we powder our noses to impress the boys. few people do that anymore really.. or don’t call it that at least. wow times change. If only we still said “sorry I’m off to go powder my nose, be right back.” how elegant. how sweet. powder sounds so soft.
noe
Beautiful light grey flakes fell from the heavens today. The town of Yacolt didn’t really know what hit them. “Oh, it must just be flakes from the mountain,” they’d shrug.
But when the grey ash slid under the treads of their tires, they realized their mistake all too late. The entire town burst, sending powder everywhere.
Above, a woman, sharp and beautiful and cold as ice smiled. This was truly Eris’ idea of a Winter Wonderland.
Antoids
fathoms of you,
disparate souls,
desolate foals
casting fate,
echoing the chase
filing the least away
aching beneath all
the aching sweat,
the nooning riposte
gathering moss
switchbacking the embers
of doubt.
Feel your way
past the icy core,
the masking time.
Bypass the mitigating
circumnavigations
you were bent
upon sharing, wont
to foist
in the name of
itinerant incineration.
I gave to lesser souls
in the name of all
the johns who ever
cast their dice
in the inferno
of my distillate joys.
Cowardice has its
pleasures, bellyfish
chaos, target practice
in the abyss. Find
your way home, crumpled
self and all, neon surgery
on the eyelids
of your back forty:
combustion screens
the closet door,
while your waifs –
abacus babies
in the mire –
lead from start to finish,
rosy peccadilloes
whining their way
to the more
& more.
paschal
She sat in the mirror, her hands the old and crinkled hands they had become, slowly moved over and around her face. First the lotion… Around and up, and over and under the eyes… So old. So different. She sighed. Then she applied the powder.
It had to happen…
Bstar
you can sniff it up your nose or use it in a cake it can explode things and looks like dust its the stuff that everything is made of
gill
COKE cociane angel dust snorting off hooker’s ass its so good for you and I love it a lot lets all have some powder together. Yummy yummy in my tummy its a party in my belly! Woof to you little woofers!
Anonymous.
the powder fell from the sky as the emerald dropped from her ring. snow
Anna
powdered sugar almost as good as the fresh powda! gotta love those ski slopes when the powder is fresher than will smith. gotta hit it and shred like a shredonite.
shredopolite
makeup, keg, guns, war, tears, death loneliness devastation departure goodbye ehhh i love it
panicemy
baby
Anonymous
Powder has done a number of things for mankind. It has been used to make women prettier, make people run around like crazed maniacs, and sometimes a lot of both.
Oh, it’s made fizzy drinks too. good stuff. goooood stuff.
Cake Bandit
Powder. Sand. I can see it, waking up, and the suns rising and I know you are asleep still. It makes me, speechless as I walk through the sand, thinking. Are you dreaming about me? Because I am thinking of you, my love.
The fresh powder on the mountains was like powdered sugar. It reminded me of being in my mother’s kitchen, trying to measure it. I never could keep it from going everywhere, but that’s what i loved the most about it.
Anonymous
powder snow is great to play snowball fights in. I love powdery snow because I can make snowmen and have epic snow ball fights.
hannah
easily chased across the yard by the most meager of breezes. the chickens look to see the fine dust
Anonymous
powder fell across her face as snow in the well lit halved globe that was the sky surrounding them; alas a field of grey matter must follow them..
b. alice lee
Reminds me of snow, and how there’s so many douche bags, especially on facebook, that use the slang term of “powder” to describe their love for snowboarding. The whole boarding culture, in fact, has developed their own lexicon.
Steve
powder reminds me mostly of drugs, of the powder variety, they’re really fun, and also cooking flower, and snow(hah, drugs again) uhm….drugs are really fun. powder also reminds me of paint for some reason yeah
and drugs
matt
it’s all gone to powder…everything they used to call their homes has now become powder…lets turn that powder into plaster…make something solid for them to stand on…to grow through. strength.
ah
Powdered sugar, gun powder, powdered milk (ew), the mysterious white powder on grandpa’s coffee table?
anne
There was once a material that created an endless amount of suppression for the female gender. They called it powder. It taught us to hide our flaws and shiny noses, because they were symbols of our imperfection. Yes, powder definitely is responsible for female supression, or at least some of it.
Melissa
When I think powder, I think cocaine. Or gun. Gun powder. Does gun powder kill? I’ve always wondered. Powdered sugar certainly does not. Powdered milk doesn’t, either. At least, I should hope not.
Liz
powder is like snow. it’s like glitter. it’s like soft and falling and a white kid with no hair on his body (you know, that movie).
powder. is power with a d.
powder is on my face.
powder is in my hair (if i were a 18th century british man wearing a wig).
powder
amanda
powder like the powder on a womans nose… like babby powder… smells good… white… not anthrax… no pills no powder= good drug policy… sweet
reminds me of childhood and the days when my mom would change my diaper
megan arago
powder is a funny thing, sometimes its chalky sometimes it all….crumbly. and sometimes its colorful, like blue, green, red, orange,
i like powder. manly if its crumbled chalk.
Kiah.P
powdery snow making snowflakes in essense of a greater behind. to break the heartbreak results in essential thoughs of banding together to reach the far, greater beyond. To what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Adams? I love you, don’t you know? No, I don’t.
eric a.
she is moved and controlled by the substance
addicted to this white powder
however it is not remedy the way it relieves a baby
but moreso irritates the mind, the body
she fiens for it
craving it day in and day out
looking for an increased fix
Monique Bonds
powder. it is white at first as it blankets the ground. we know it as snow. it is pure. it is beautiful. but slowly, as the day wears on, it becomes polluted. it is trampled on. it is stained with the filth of humanity. we destroy it as we destroy everything else.
Kait
snow is usually made of powder. makes great skiing. i would love to go skiing. there was a movie powder, i never caught it. so i might have made that up. white. soft. sometimes powder smells good.
powder – like snow, which we don’t have. i use powder in my hair to make it look less oily, i use powder to take the shine off of my face. maybe powder takes the shine out of the world too – there is no shine in the winter. ice. ice everywhere. but the snow does not shine. snow and powder, they are equal to me. i put snow in my hair.
snow, the light shines down and combines with darkness to create an everlasting spectrum of fantasma. The powder is a symbol, not just a thing.
in the champagne powder of the mountains of colorado anything can happen. people are always smiling. one of the happiest places on the face of the earth. i love this beautiful place.
I think its about helping babies feel better it helps them to not have rashes not only babies but anyone with a rash
it helps to not be sick and it helps you me nad everyone in the entire world
big small tall short skinny fat nad even the evil ones
A girl gazing in the mirror at what she isn’t. She puts on the facial powder and fake eyelashes. She leans over the toilet bowl and shoves her fingers down her throat to hide her insecurities. Is this worth it? Am I my birthname or have I changed it to Mia?
white; cocaine. sniff sniff like cherry cola – pretend you’re in fairyland.
Soft to the touch and smell. Babies with their porcelain skin sitting on white linens. Dust and flowers and very thing subtle.
These inventions spur mankind onward, while they make us fewer and cause the devolution to barbarianism. Powder, ignite.
snow, i like to ski in powder snow. You can also use powder after a bath. Flour is a type of powder.
the stuff on top of a donut. decoratively placed like snow on a hillside after the wind blows on for a day or two. It is like a fine dust over it with different areas of heaviness and lightness making a colorful display.
powder blue. Powder blue sky. we powder our noses to impress the boys. few people do that anymore really.. or don’t call it that at least. wow times change. If only we still said “sorry I’m off to go powder my nose, be right back.” how elegant. how sweet. powder sounds so soft.
Beautiful light grey flakes fell from the heavens today. The town of Yacolt didn’t really know what hit them. “Oh, it must just be flakes from the mountain,” they’d shrug.
But when the grey ash slid under the treads of their tires, they realized their mistake all too late. The entire town burst, sending powder everywhere.
Above, a woman, sharp and beautiful and cold as ice smiled. This was truly Eris’ idea of a Winter Wonderland.
fathoms of you,
disparate souls,
desolate foals
casting fate,
echoing the chase
filing the least away
aching beneath all
the aching sweat,
the nooning riposte
gathering moss
switchbacking the embers
of doubt.
Feel your way
past the icy core,
the masking time.
Bypass the mitigating
circumnavigations
you were bent
upon sharing, wont
to foist
in the name of
itinerant incineration.
I gave to lesser souls
in the name of all
the johns who ever
cast their dice
in the inferno
of my distillate joys.
Cowardice has its
pleasures, bellyfish
chaos, target practice
in the abyss. Find
your way home, crumpled
self and all, neon surgery
on the eyelids
of your back forty:
combustion screens
the closet door,
while your waifs –
abacus babies
in the mire –
lead from start to finish,
rosy peccadilloes
whining their way
to the more
& more.
She sat in the mirror, her hands the old and crinkled hands they had become, slowly moved over and around her face. First the lotion… Around and up, and over and under the eyes… So old. So different. She sighed. Then she applied the powder.
It had to happen…
you can sniff it up your nose or use it in a cake it can explode things and looks like dust its the stuff that everything is made of
COKE cociane angel dust snorting off hooker’s ass its so good for you and I love it a lot lets all have some powder together. Yummy yummy in my tummy its a party in my belly! Woof to you little woofers!
the powder fell from the sky as the emerald dropped from her ring. snow
powdered sugar almost as good as the fresh powda! gotta love those ski slopes when the powder is fresher than will smith. gotta hit it and shred like a shredonite.
makeup, keg, guns, war, tears, death loneliness devastation departure goodbye ehhh i love it
baby
Powder has done a number of things for mankind. It has been used to make women prettier, make people run around like crazed maniacs, and sometimes a lot of both.
Oh, it’s made fizzy drinks too. good stuff. goooood stuff.
Powder. Sand. I can see it, waking up, and the suns rising and I know you are asleep still. It makes me, speechless as I walk through the sand, thinking. Are you dreaming about me? Because I am thinking of you, my love.
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The fresh powder on the mountains was like powdered sugar. It reminded me of being in my mother’s kitchen, trying to measure it. I never could keep it from going everywhere, but that’s what i loved the most about it.
powder snow is great to play snowball fights in. I love powdery snow because I can make snowmen and have epic snow ball fights.
easily chased across the yard by the most meager of breezes. the chickens look to see the fine dust
powder fell across her face as snow in the well lit halved globe that was the sky surrounding them; alas a field of grey matter must follow them..
Reminds me of snow, and how there’s so many douche bags, especially on facebook, that use the slang term of “powder” to describe their love for snowboarding. The whole boarding culture, in fact, has developed their own lexicon.
powder reminds me mostly of drugs, of the powder variety, they’re really fun, and also cooking flower, and snow(hah, drugs again) uhm….drugs are really fun. powder also reminds me of paint for some reason yeah
and drugs
it’s all gone to powder…everything they used to call their homes has now become powder…lets turn that powder into plaster…make something solid for them to stand on…to grow through. strength.
Powdered sugar, gun powder, powdered milk (ew), the mysterious white powder on grandpa’s coffee table?
There was once a material that created an endless amount of suppression for the female gender. They called it powder. It taught us to hide our flaws and shiny noses, because they were symbols of our imperfection. Yes, powder definitely is responsible for female supression, or at least some of it.
When I think powder, I think cocaine. Or gun. Gun powder. Does gun powder kill? I’ve always wondered. Powdered sugar certainly does not. Powdered milk doesn’t, either. At least, I should hope not.
powder is like snow. it’s like glitter. it’s like soft and falling and a white kid with no hair on his body (you know, that movie).
powder. is power with a d.
powder is on my face.
powder is in my hair (if i were a 18th century british man wearing a wig).
powder
powder like the powder on a womans nose… like babby powder… smells good… white… not anthrax… no pills no powder= good drug policy… sweet
reminds me of childhood and the days when my mom would change my diaper
powder is a funny thing, sometimes its chalky sometimes it all….crumbly. and sometimes its colorful, like blue, green, red, orange,
i like powder. manly if its crumbled chalk.
powdery snow making snowflakes in essense of a greater behind. to break the heartbreak results in essential thoughs of banding together to reach the far, greater beyond. To what do I owe this pleasure, Ms. Adams? I love you, don’t you know? No, I don’t.
she is moved and controlled by the substance
addicted to this white powder
however it is not remedy the way it relieves a baby
but moreso irritates the mind, the body
she fiens for it
craving it day in and day out
looking for an increased fix
powder. it is white at first as it blankets the ground. we know it as snow. it is pure. it is beautiful. but slowly, as the day wears on, it becomes polluted. it is trampled on. it is stained with the filth of humanity. we destroy it as we destroy everything else.
snow is usually made of powder. makes great skiing. i would love to go skiing. there was a movie powder, i never caught it. so i might have made that up. white. soft. sometimes powder smells good.