Heidi -Ann’s eyes were big and brown. The sunlight shone through the classroom window aross the desk. When Heidi looked up, the reflections looked like staples in her eyes, almost like a goat or a sheep. Curious. It always made me think of the Swiss Alps.
Bunty
It isn’t the cleanest way to close a wound, nor would i ever recommend it to anyone. However, when a patient has to be help down as they attempt to attack every one in the room, stapling is some times to only way to close the wound shut.
Together. All bound. Many. Put together to equal one. A masterpiece? A disaster? An accident? Now forever. Until someone finds the staple remover of course.
t
You said they stapled your head shut after that man beat you with the crowbar and I can’t help but wonder what other trouble you’ve been in and what you’ll drag me into. If you beat me with a crowbar or do any kind of shit like that, I will make sure no one will be able to staple you shut. I am not afraid of you.
when you are stuck in the same spot by a binding u cannot move. its job is to keep you in one place even though u may not want to stay. it is someone elses descision about you and it hurts because you cant change whats already been set out for you…or can you?
Misha
I stapled it. I stapled it. My college acceptance letters. There were really a lot of them becuase I’d worked so hard over the course of my high school career. Was it worth it? Maybe, maybe not. Thus isn’t going to be one of those boring ,pity me, sort of works.
Jolisa
I stapled the papers together before I handed them in to the teacher. I was confident of my work, but I wasn’t sure how the teacher would react to it. I sat back down after I turned it in, suddenly nervous on what my grade would be.
I walked into the kitchen and there it was. A note stapled to my favourite sweater, purposefully done so that to pull it out would be to rip it. The letters stood out like black knives, and my heart sunk. This wasn’t a clean breakup.
stapled between the moments
when future worth for a few cents
no reason but to pay rents
they say it’s just life segments
when all the worst become presents
dream for luck in its table of contents
The girl stapled her paper paper just as the bell. She let out deep breath.
“Phew. I made it.” She turned the paper into the folder on her teacher’s desk proud of the work she had done. She went back to her desk, grabbed her binders and then head to her next class.
I don’t know what this means, I think it’s a combination of slapped with stabbed. How would it feel? I think great. Yeah!
Alin
I’ve been stapled, stapled over and over. Reused to the point of no return. Torn to shreds and glued back together again, over and over. Over and over until I’m not sure what I was to begin with, all I know is that I’m far from what I was before. Stapled and torn, glued and taped. Stapled to the dingy streets where I grew up, torn down, glued, and stapled once more in a place where everything moves too fast and everything whirs far too loud.
Plastic surgery. When people get too fat, or when Hollywood invades their minds, whichever comes first, and they get overly concerned with their weight, and as a result have things nipped and tucked. Here, specifically I’m talking about getting your stomach stapled, but I’m pretty sure they do it for breasts as well as saggy skin in other areas.
Liloo
“My heart was jammed into the lockbox that you had stapled into your
stomach-it was said the way to have you begin to love me, it would have had to begin there. More of an attachment.”
Dreams flushed down the toilet. Years of efforts and countless hours spent planning all forgotten. The destiny of hundreds of students lie in the results of pieces of paper stapled together: final exam results.
They stared at each other, exhaustion tinging each man’s eyes. After all the questions, all the dates asked about, the two trick questions of countries he hadn’t been to, finally, it had come to this.
The passport officer looked down. “I suppose it is all in order,” he said. Then he stapled an immigration card to the page, stamped it with the day’s date, and handed the passport back.
when we thought that the horses were well stapled, some of them were able to slip through the gate and ran across the road. Fortunately none of them collided with the oncoming traffic.
Waking up in the apartment, dazed, weary and hungover, Dave tried to sit up, but something was holding him back. He struggled and felt his shirt rip around his shoulder. He pushed harder and realised he was stapled to the couch on which he’d passed out.
The gun just kept going off in the office. John thought taking his one-year-old into work would be a good idea. But now he wasn’t so sure. So far he’d stapled his boss’s suit jacket to a chair and attached tea bags to the walls…
She stapled the note to her earlobe. It hurt like hell, but now whenever she looked in the mirror, or leaned her face into her hand, or brushed her hair – well, she’d remember.
I am stapled head to foot, a board, a white board fletched with anxiety. Scraps of paper rip from me, but the staples remain. Dozens of thin gray scars. Tonight I will dream again of why I will never rise above this.
“Amelia, put the stapler down.”
The two year old turned to her mother with an innocent expression. “Why mommy? I was playing?”
Playing was not the word Yolanda would have used to describe it. Aside from the staples littering the floor around her daughter, it was pretty apparent that the crafty toddler was putting a few holes in the wall as well.
I stapled a face to the plaster and I worked out the details in the meantime. Where is the librarian when you need that tainted twat to drive the spectacle homeward bound
j wood
strewn together
held by the minimalists weapon
is it wrong
is this a prison
my booklet
of stapled sheets
OliveInAJar
Despite the prevalence of electronic files, she couldn’t quite shake the paper habit, and so her desk was cluttered with printed material – some stapled together, some put neatly in files, the majority strewn across the surface like a puddle, begging for attention, important facts drowning in the pulp.
He yelled out in terror, looking down at his hand stapled to the table. The industrial staple gun had dropped to the floor. He carefully looked at the staple in the skin and blood pouring out around it.
Martin
He preferred it when everything was stapled together. Never did like paper clips the way everything just slid out of them. No, staples held everything in place. If you wanted something from an object that was stapled together you would have to violently rip it from it’s bindings, and he knew that, and he liked that.
Stapled, He knew staples were good for many things. Best of all they could keep things together, whether it be paper or flesh. He liked to live his life all stapled up. That way nothing came undone.
maybe i’m your staple piece; the thing that gets people talking. smile at me and my little dress and hug me when i walk past. laugh when i’m not looking a bond over my flaws. it makes me important.
She ran her fingers along its sleek, silvery jaw. If she turned them over, she would see two gleaming fangs protruding, with an insatiable sensation for puncturing flesh. With one abrupt clench of her fist, it crushed into its prey. Stapled.
Heidi -Ann’s eyes were big and brown. The sunlight shone through the classroom window aross the desk. When Heidi looked up, the reflections looked like staples in her eyes, almost like a goat or a sheep. Curious. It always made me think of the Swiss Alps.
It isn’t the cleanest way to close a wound, nor would i ever recommend it to anyone. However, when a patient has to be help down as they attempt to attack every one in the room, stapling is some times to only way to close the wound shut.
Together. All bound. Many. Put together to equal one. A masterpiece? A disaster? An accident? Now forever. Until someone finds the staple remover of course.
You said they stapled your head shut after that man beat you with the crowbar and I can’t help but wonder what other trouble you’ve been in and what you’ll drag me into. If you beat me with a crowbar or do any kind of shit like that, I will make sure no one will be able to staple you shut. I am not afraid of you.
when you are stuck in the same spot by a binding u cannot move. its job is to keep you in one place even though u may not want to stay. it is someone elses descision about you and it hurts because you cant change whats already been set out for you…or can you?
I stapled it. I stapled it. My college acceptance letters. There were really a lot of them becuase I’d worked so hard over the course of my high school career. Was it worth it? Maybe, maybe not. Thus isn’t going to be one of those boring ,pity me, sort of works.
I stapled the papers together before I handed them in to the teacher. I was confident of my work, but I wasn’t sure how the teacher would react to it. I sat back down after I turned it in, suddenly nervous on what my grade would be.
I walked into the kitchen and there it was. A note stapled to my favourite sweater, purposefully done so that to pull it out would be to rip it. The letters stood out like black knives, and my heart sunk. This wasn’t a clean breakup.
stapled between the moments
when future worth for a few cents
no reason but to pay rents
they say it’s just life segments
when all the worst become presents
dream for luck in its table of contents
your name
is a mountain in my mouth
i’m choking on freshly turned soil
pebbles rattling against the backs
of my teeth
blades of grass lodged in between
there are ruins of houses
piling at my throat
wildlife scurrying along my gums
this rift of ours, this valley
born of an earthquake
that won’t allow me to speak to you
feels like keeping the secret
that keeps the world spinning
all to myself
(your name is a dormant volcano
i want to be the one to coax it
into resurrection.)
my windmill’s wings
swing from want to want
as if two half desires
could make one need
and maybe fill this broiling pit of lack
i weigh this up
on my frosty morning commute
as rolling paddocks then vineyards
dissolve into brutalist flats
everything we cannot harvest
will be ploughed asunder
with all the beauty
and sadness
of fresh cut flowers
i kiss the city
thank her
and leave before she sees me cry
The girl stapled her paper paper just as the bell. She let out deep breath.
“Phew. I made it.” She turned the paper into the folder on her teacher’s desk proud of the work she had done. She went back to her desk, grabbed her binders and then head to her next class.
I don’t know what this means, I think it’s a combination of slapped with stabbed. How would it feel? I think great. Yeah!
I’ve been stapled, stapled over and over. Reused to the point of no return. Torn to shreds and glued back together again, over and over. Over and over until I’m not sure what I was to begin with, all I know is that I’m far from what I was before. Stapled and torn, glued and taped. Stapled to the dingy streets where I grew up, torn down, glued, and stapled once more in a place where everything moves too fast and everything whirs far too loud.
Plastic surgery. When people get too fat, or when Hollywood invades their minds, whichever comes first, and they get overly concerned with their weight, and as a result have things nipped and tucked. Here, specifically I’m talking about getting your stomach stapled, but I’m pretty sure they do it for breasts as well as saggy skin in other areas.
“My heart was jammed into the lockbox that you had stapled into your
stomach-it was said the way to have you begin to love me, it would have had to begin there. More of an attachment.”
Dreams flushed down the toilet. Years of efforts and countless hours spent planning all forgotten. The destiny of hundreds of students lie in the results of pieces of paper stapled together: final exam results.
She stapled my shirt to the desk. That was when I knew she loved me.
They stared at each other, exhaustion tinging each man’s eyes. After all the questions, all the dates asked about, the two trick questions of countries he hadn’t been to, finally, it had come to this.
The passport officer looked down. “I suppose it is all in order,” he said. Then he stapled an immigration card to the page, stamped it with the day’s date, and handed the passport back.
“Welcome to our country. Enjoy your stay.”
when we thought that the horses were well stapled, some of them were able to slip through the gate and ran across the road. Fortunately none of them collided with the oncoming traffic.
Waking up in the apartment, dazed, weary and hungover, Dave tried to sit up, but something was holding him back. He struggled and felt his shirt rip around his shoulder. He pushed harder and realised he was stapled to the couch on which he’d passed out.
The gun just kept going off in the office. John thought taking his one-year-old into work would be a good idea. But now he wasn’t so sure. So far he’d stapled his boss’s suit jacket to a chair and attached tea bags to the walls…
She stapled the note to her earlobe. It hurt like hell, but now whenever she looked in the mirror, or leaned her face into her hand, or brushed her hair – well, she’d remember.
I am stapled head to foot, a board, a white board fletched with anxiety. Scraps of paper rip from me, but the staples remain. Dozens of thin gray scars. Tonight I will dream again of why I will never rise above this.
“Amelia, put the stapler down.”
The two year old turned to her mother with an innocent expression. “Why mommy? I was playing?”
Playing was not the word Yolanda would have used to describe it. Aside from the staples littering the floor around her daughter, it was pretty apparent that the crafty toddler was putting a few holes in the wall as well.
I stapled a face to the plaster and I worked out the details in the meantime. Where is the librarian when you need that tainted twat to drive the spectacle homeward bound
strewn together
held by the minimalists weapon
is it wrong
is this a prison
my booklet
of stapled sheets
Despite the prevalence of electronic files, she couldn’t quite shake the paper habit, and so her desk was cluttered with printed material – some stapled together, some put neatly in files, the majority strewn across the surface like a puddle, begging for attention, important facts drowning in the pulp.
He yelled out in terror, looking down at his hand stapled to the table. The industrial staple gun had dropped to the floor. He carefully looked at the staple in the skin and blood pouring out around it.
He preferred it when everything was stapled together. Never did like paper clips the way everything just slid out of them. No, staples held everything in place. If you wanted something from an object that was stapled together you would have to violently rip it from it’s bindings, and he knew that, and he liked that.
Stapled, He knew staples were good for many things. Best of all they could keep things together, whether it be paper or flesh. He liked to live his life all stapled up. That way nothing came undone.
maybe i’m your staple piece; the thing that gets people talking. smile at me and my little dress and hug me when i walk past. laugh when i’m not looking a bond over my flaws. it makes me important.
She ran her fingers along its sleek, silvery jaw. If she turned them over, she would see two gleaming fangs protruding, with an insatiable sensation for puncturing flesh. With one abrupt clench of her fist, it crushed into its prey. Stapled.