Trace and color. Fill, hunt for just the right shape and size. Pick a dream or a hobby. Maybe even a holiday. Make something new, something unique, someone else’s yet, new.
Kristin
a plastic object used to create images. like a template for your artwork. a learning basis for words. its like a helping tool.. so creative. as if you wouldn’t want one. its amazing, like a building block or helping hand. almost something that kick starts our learning in life.
Louise
Use my as the stencil for your exsistence. Trace my lines, my curves, my shapes onto your blank sheet. Adorn yourself with my marks, my story. Become who I am and who you can be.
Stencils are fun. I remember we used to use stencils to spray paint Christmas snow on the windows. We would never have real snowflakes on the glass, so why not just spray paint them with a plastic stencil. The mimeographs that we used to love to smell were just fancy stencils. I haven’t used a stencil in ages. Maybe it’s time!
Stencils are good for patterns. They can help design poster boards or to draw on scrap paper while you’re bored. They have heart, shapes, and number stencils. They are really useful!
Yasmin
I imagine the day you’ll be with me, when I can look deep into your eyes and finally kiss you. I imagine the day when I’ll be able to hold your hand, to feel your arms around me, to feel your heat.
You stenciled your heart onto mine. Cut through my defenses and found it inside, deep down there, and eventually you made me love you. And so I do, strongly and deeply.
I love you with all my strength and I’ll always will.
Stencil: the helper set down the paint on a piece of news paper and set the stencil off to the side and bit her lip as she look up at the freshly painted water pipe. she looked around to find the step stool signed with determination and grabbed the roll of tape and
gerardine
I traced the stencil around her body, carefully marking with chalk were her last breath was taken, where her body was left as her soul continued on, “She’s looks different” I said with a quite curious tone. I wondered why her eyes, so dead, looked so alive. I thought to myself she might have been the one, then immediately after my thought had occurred, I threw the bag over her. “Take her away” I ordered.
He swore his stencil just spoke to him. But, why? Never mind, it just was his pet fox. Wait…. What?
Jackie Joo
Stencil is something is once did to the wall in my boys room. They were bears. It took special paint and then we had special brucshes that you just blotted the paint and filled in the stencil. It was harder than it looked, but cute. I think propel use stencils to write on the walls in their homes, which looks ver inviting. I don’t know why I have never done it. I guess it is because I feel like it is too permanent, but it know of stencil type stickers that you can use too.
Pushing the series of elaborate stencils to the corner of my desk for later, I let my pencil idly scratch at the paper, turning it’s once blank face into a pockmarked expression of coarsened unskillfulness.
Across the entire school hallway was a plethora of stencil portraits, and it wasn’t until I reached the last dozen or so of them that I stopped and perused them, ignoring the consequences of being late to my very stressful physics class.
The last of the drawings, tucked into the tightest bottom corner of the cork board, was hardly a face at all from close up. But if I took a step or two away, the lines and swirls became a smile that I could never compare to anyone else’s liveliness.
Belinda Roddie
Stencil with a pencil. I heard this is a timed test. But what do I say under such duress? How do I outline a picture? Maybe it’s just as well I leave empty the plain armchair. Let you fill in the rest with what happens there.
The lace made fringe patterns on the wall
threw the shadows sideways and off balance
the silhouettes danced slanted against a blank page
like tentative figure skaters along the cold, hard ice
A stencil shapes the rough outline of something, providing a two-dimensional view which can be further enhanced by shading, color, et cetera. Our view of ourselves, in contrast, could be described as a stencil — a rough outline which excludes the hidden colors and shadows encased within our very being, and the effort it takes to even become such a form. With a little attention, this mish-mash of color and contour can blossom before our eyes and allow us to see the beautiful beings we really are.
C.
The letters were stenciled on, as if ownership was now a decided fact. Yesterday he had been a free man, today he was one of their foot soldiers. He knew who he would be fighting for, but not who he would be fighting against. It didn’t matter, really; his life, or at least the part of it that he could control, was effectively over.
tonykeyesjapan
Stencil is one kind of artwork. It is one of many technques of art. In an art class, you will learn not only stencil, but also some other kinds of techniques. Art is an expression of your feelings.
Instead of writing them down, you can express how you feel in an artwork. Make it as a present and being creative can also be a stress relief. I like painting, arts, it is a beautiful thing instead of material things.
Pens, papers, pencils…..stencils. Yeah, I don’t really know what I’m doing. Rhyming! Or at least trying. 60 seconds is not that long, but I sure am trying.
Katrina
All natural, driven here by flurrying currents of a gas, the outline was clear for all to see, as if the grains of sand and tufts of grass had been stencilled onto the landscape in the shape of a potent phallus
Remove the stencil from your life, and live freely.
writingthestars
Stencil that is you and I… we are the pattern everyone else wants to be a part of, because we are the perfect predestined design for Love in every pure form. And the rest of these surrounding people are merely markers wishing to tattoo their canvass borders in some sort of stunning way to outshine us. Though such a thing is never going to be possible with the invincible world you have created for our blissful creations.
You and I are pre-patterned lovers for the world to envy. We are the predestined out line for them to follow. We are the people everyone else wants to be. Because we are the stenciled in designs and life is the fabric their bodily markers design
Madison
Outline your life in pencil shavings
or teach me your hobbies in ornaments
Take my heart’s complaints, those
grey mysterious gift-wrapped
gifts, unfold and tear into them and find
the deepest anger you’ve never known
whiskey and blueprints.
Have you seen my cities’ stencil sketch
of patterns, circles, and scarlett fumes
He was like a giant stencil. Every time it was slightly different, their shape on the ground, looking up at you. But they usually ended up looking similar once they were moved. Giant, rounded stencils. It was an image that sometimes haunted her. Human stencils, laying there surrounded by soft white chalk. Always similar. But in real life they had been so different.
Anna
She outlined the figure carefully. Her tongue peeked out of her lips as she drew in concentration. Her pencil dipped and curled until…
There! She was done.
She smiled at the drawing in satisfaction, and tacked it on the wall next to her bed.
Elegant Writer
The stencil of the bird iss so hard to place on the paper. I just try my best to paint inside the lines, and try not to curse whenever it gets blobby. I just need to keep my cool while i’m at my mom’s work at preschool. She’ll kill me if the kids hear a curse word.
Sam
I used to use a stencil when i was a kid. we had a load of these plastic things that you could make shapes, letters etc with. i remember i used to make posters for my mum which would be put up round the village. that was cool. but not really. it alwyas looked thre same and really uncreative. Still, i was a kid so what did it matter?
i was never any good though. at art i mean. so this was kind of a cheat
Adam Solven
I finger the large metal stencil. Rory looks up at me from the ground and swipes at his hair, leaving a green paint mark on his forehead. “Like it?” he asks. “Yeah,” I reply wistfully. I trace out the word ILLYRIA in all caps in the air careful not to cut myself on the fresh metal. He smiles and turns back to the poster on the ground.
A shadow swallows the studio and we both look up to Will’s silhouette standing in the doorway, hands on hips. He steps in and gives me a grin. “Cool place,” he says, looking around, “Nice work, Rory.” He slaps Rory on the back. “Dude!” Rory exclaims, gawking at the green smudge on the poster. “Oops,” Will says, the side of his mouth dipping into a scowl.
Alibay
Color me in or leave me. It is your choice. If you follow me, I will lead you into a familiar, or not so familiar, shape. Follow me, I dare you…
We used to stencil Christmas doo dads on our windows with “glass wax”. I wonder if they even make glass wax any more. As I remember, the color was pinkish, sort of like pepto bismol. Then at the end of the season we just wiped the windows clean.
Stencils makes things easy. It’s copy and paste, copy and paste. I don’t really think I liked them as a kid growing up even though they were in all the art kits. I’d much rather make my own pictures and letters. I wanted to be unique and not take the easy way out.
Joy
Tracing society’s stencil
No feelings
No words
No questions
Just trace, fit the mold
Don’t try, it’s perfect, and your art wouldn’t be
Just trace, fit the mold
Fit the mold, you could be beautiful
Don’t try, your art wouldn’t be
Just trace, fit the mold
Emilee
If i were to write a thousand pieces of writing none of it could measure up to the feeling i can not express. My writing is not to compare or to be compared, but please prepare because it can be sad , it can be happy, sometimes it will leave you laughing but please don’t take these words from me because i will not feel, left unable to heal.
I took two steps off a bridge,
spent some good time on a roof top building,
staring at the side walk below me.
Cuts, only started from my slow heart not beating.
Maybe this razor will make me feel something.
And the words on this page might help me remember something.
I already forgot about all of the hospital bands.
Gathered in a collection at the bottom of my dinning room trash can.
Sometimes i’d rather be dead then to feel the scars on the back of my head.
I woke up in a white room with blurred vision.
I can still taste the bitter white pills on my tongue.
Overdosing on par ascriptions, meant to protect me from my own cognition.
I’m trapt in so much confusion and now i have no conclusion.
Maybe this life is just another illusion.
My friend now I have to find someone with a matching blood fusion.
Memories stay in my mind, frozen, because i took a path less taken.
No regrets just the random tics and mild turrets.
Nightmares over and over again,
maybe one day our hearts can be repared .
Just be prepared Hun, lay in your bed,
because you’re already dead.
amber
i
might as well
cut my figure into
smaller shapes and
paste them onto
everyone’s heart
i
already give myself
away so easily so
i
make you work for me
so hard now you’re
growing tired
might as well
glue these stencils
of me onto brain stems
and cerebellums
and i’ll pray no one notices
i
can’t handle
begging for myself
any longer
stargirl
Your heart, like a stencil upon mine–imprinting every last wish, every last star, every last dream onto me, through me, within me.
I don’t want it to stop.
I think in the night as you fall asleep with your head inside the crook of my neck that nothing has ever been softer, gentler, sweeter–louder.
Trace and color. Fill, hunt for just the right shape and size. Pick a dream or a hobby. Maybe even a holiday. Make something new, something unique, someone else’s yet, new.
a plastic object used to create images. like a template for your artwork. a learning basis for words. its like a helping tool.. so creative. as if you wouldn’t want one. its amazing, like a building block or helping hand. almost something that kick starts our learning in life.
Use my as the stencil for your exsistence. Trace my lines, my curves, my shapes onto your blank sheet. Adorn yourself with my marks, my story. Become who I am and who you can be.
Stencils are fun. I remember we used to use stencils to spray paint Christmas snow on the windows. We would never have real snowflakes on the glass, so why not just spray paint them with a plastic stencil. The mimeographs that we used to love to smell were just fancy stencils. I haven’t used a stencil in ages. Maybe it’s time!
She felt like a stencil against the wall
Used to produce nothing visibily unique
I trace these outlines of you
forever etched into memory
of time and place
of forgotten yesterdays
Stencils are good for patterns. They can help design poster boards or to draw on scrap paper while you’re bored. They have heart, shapes, and number stencils. They are really useful!
I imagine the day you’ll be with me, when I can look deep into your eyes and finally kiss you. I imagine the day when I’ll be able to hold your hand, to feel your arms around me, to feel your heat.
You stenciled your heart onto mine. Cut through my defenses and found it inside, deep down there, and eventually you made me love you. And so I do, strongly and deeply.
I love you with all my strength and I’ll always will.
Stencil: the helper set down the paint on a piece of news paper and set the stencil off to the side and bit her lip as she look up at the freshly painted water pipe. she looked around to find the step stool signed with determination and grabbed the roll of tape and
I traced the stencil around her body, carefully marking with chalk were her last breath was taken, where her body was left as her soul continued on, “She’s looks different” I said with a quite curious tone. I wondered why her eyes, so dead, looked so alive. I thought to myself she might have been the one, then immediately after my thought had occurred, I threw the bag over her. “Take her away” I ordered.
A ‘ok’ from the people
Alright Alright Alright Alright Alright Alright Alright Alright Alright Alright
He swore his stencil just spoke to him. But, why? Never mind, it just was his pet fox. Wait…. What?
Stencil is something is once did to the wall in my boys room. They were bears. It took special paint and then we had special brucshes that you just blotted the paint and filled in the stencil. It was harder than it looked, but cute. I think propel use stencils to write on the walls in their homes, which looks ver inviting. I don’t know why I have never done it. I guess it is because I feel like it is too permanent, but it know of stencil type stickers that you can use too.
Pushing the series of elaborate stencils to the corner of my desk for later, I let my pencil idly scratch at the paper, turning it’s once blank face into a pockmarked expression of coarsened unskillfulness.
Across the entire school hallway was a plethora of stencil portraits, and it wasn’t until I reached the last dozen or so of them that I stopped and perused them, ignoring the consequences of being late to my very stressful physics class.
The last of the drawings, tucked into the tightest bottom corner of the cork board, was hardly a face at all from close up. But if I took a step or two away, the lines and swirls became a smile that I could never compare to anyone else’s liveliness.
Stencil with a pencil. I heard this is a timed test. But what do I say under such duress? How do I outline a picture? Maybe it’s just as well I leave empty the plain armchair. Let you fill in the rest with what happens there.
The lace made fringe patterns on the wall
threw the shadows sideways and off balance
the silhouettes danced slanted against a blank page
like tentative figure skaters along the cold, hard ice
A stencil shapes the rough outline of something, providing a two-dimensional view which can be further enhanced by shading, color, et cetera. Our view of ourselves, in contrast, could be described as a stencil — a rough outline which excludes the hidden colors and shadows encased within our very being, and the effort it takes to even become such a form. With a little attention, this mish-mash of color and contour can blossom before our eyes and allow us to see the beautiful beings we really are.
The letters were stenciled on, as if ownership was now a decided fact. Yesterday he had been a free man, today he was one of their foot soldiers. He knew who he would be fighting for, but not who he would be fighting against. It didn’t matter, really; his life, or at least the part of it that he could control, was effectively over.
Stencil is one kind of artwork. It is one of many technques of art. In an art class, you will learn not only stencil, but also some other kinds of techniques. Art is an expression of your feelings.
Instead of writing them down, you can express how you feel in an artwork. Make it as a present and being creative can also be a stress relief. I like painting, arts, it is a beautiful thing instead of material things.
Pens, papers, pencils…..stencils. Yeah, I don’t really know what I’m doing. Rhyming! Or at least trying. 60 seconds is not that long, but I sure am trying.
All natural, driven here by flurrying currents of a gas, the outline was clear for all to see, as if the grains of sand and tufts of grass had been stencilled onto the landscape in the shape of a potent phallus
I use stencil to write pictures
Remove the stencil from your life, and live freely.
Stencil that is you and I… we are the pattern everyone else wants to be a part of, because we are the perfect predestined design for Love in every pure form. And the rest of these surrounding people are merely markers wishing to tattoo their canvass borders in some sort of stunning way to outshine us. Though such a thing is never going to be possible with the invincible world you have created for our blissful creations.
You and I are pre-patterned lovers for the world to envy. We are the predestined out line for them to follow. We are the people everyone else wants to be. Because we are the stenciled in designs and life is the fabric their bodily markers design
Outline your life in pencil shavings
or teach me your hobbies in ornaments
Take my heart’s complaints, those
grey mysterious gift-wrapped
gifts, unfold and tear into them and find
the deepest anger you’ve never known
whiskey and blueprints.
Have you seen my cities’ stencil sketch
of patterns, circles, and scarlett fumes
He was like a giant stencil. Every time it was slightly different, their shape on the ground, looking up at you. But they usually ended up looking similar once they were moved. Giant, rounded stencils. It was an image that sometimes haunted her. Human stencils, laying there surrounded by soft white chalk. Always similar. But in real life they had been so different.
She outlined the figure carefully. Her tongue peeked out of her lips as she drew in concentration. Her pencil dipped and curled until…
There! She was done.
She smiled at the drawing in satisfaction, and tacked it on the wall next to her bed.
The stencil of the bird iss so hard to place on the paper. I just try my best to paint inside the lines, and try not to curse whenever it gets blobby. I just need to keep my cool while i’m at my mom’s work at preschool. She’ll kill me if the kids hear a curse word.
I used to use a stencil when i was a kid. we had a load of these plastic things that you could make shapes, letters etc with. i remember i used to make posters for my mum which would be put up round the village. that was cool. but not really. it alwyas looked thre same and really uncreative. Still, i was a kid so what did it matter?
i was never any good though. at art i mean. so this was kind of a cheat
I finger the large metal stencil. Rory looks up at me from the ground and swipes at his hair, leaving a green paint mark on his forehead. “Like it?” he asks. “Yeah,” I reply wistfully. I trace out the word ILLYRIA in all caps in the air careful not to cut myself on the fresh metal. He smiles and turns back to the poster on the ground.
A shadow swallows the studio and we both look up to Will’s silhouette standing in the doorway, hands on hips. He steps in and gives me a grin. “Cool place,” he says, looking around, “Nice work, Rory.” He slaps Rory on the back. “Dude!” Rory exclaims, gawking at the green smudge on the poster. “Oops,” Will says, the side of his mouth dipping into a scowl.
Color me in or leave me. It is your choice. If you follow me, I will lead you into a familiar, or not so familiar, shape. Follow me, I dare you…
We used to stencil Christmas doo dads on our windows with “glass wax”. I wonder if they even make glass wax any more. As I remember, the color was pinkish, sort of like pepto bismol. Then at the end of the season we just wiped the windows clean.
Stencils makes things easy. It’s copy and paste, copy and paste. I don’t really think I liked them as a kid growing up even though they were in all the art kits. I’d much rather make my own pictures and letters. I wanted to be unique and not take the easy way out.
Tracing society’s stencil
No feelings
No words
No questions
Just trace, fit the mold
Don’t try, it’s perfect, and your art wouldn’t be
Just trace, fit the mold
Fit the mold, you could be beautiful
Don’t try, your art wouldn’t be
Just trace, fit the mold
If i were to write a thousand pieces of writing none of it could measure up to the feeling i can not express. My writing is not to compare or to be compared, but please prepare because it can be sad , it can be happy, sometimes it will leave you laughing but please don’t take these words from me because i will not feel, left unable to heal.
I took two steps off a bridge,
spent some good time on a roof top building,
staring at the side walk below me.
Cuts, only started from my slow heart not beating.
Maybe this razor will make me feel something.
And the words on this page might help me remember something.
I already forgot about all of the hospital bands.
Gathered in a collection at the bottom of my dinning room trash can.
Sometimes i’d rather be dead then to feel the scars on the back of my head.
I woke up in a white room with blurred vision.
I can still taste the bitter white pills on my tongue.
Overdosing on par ascriptions, meant to protect me from my own cognition.
I’m trapt in so much confusion and now i have no conclusion.
Maybe this life is just another illusion.
My friend now I have to find someone with a matching blood fusion.
Memories stay in my mind, frozen, because i took a path less taken.
No regrets just the random tics and mild turrets.
Nightmares over and over again,
maybe one day our hearts can be repared .
Just be prepared Hun, lay in your bed,
because you’re already dead.
i
might as well
cut my figure into
smaller shapes and
paste them onto
everyone’s heart
i
already give myself
away so easily so
i
make you work for me
so hard now you’re
growing tired
might as well
glue these stencils
of me onto brain stems
and cerebellums
and i’ll pray no one notices
i
can’t handle
begging for myself
any longer
Your heart, like a stencil upon mine–imprinting every last wish, every last star, every last dream onto me, through me, within me.
I don’t want it to stop.
I think in the night as you fall asleep with your head inside the crook of my neck that nothing has ever been softer, gentler, sweeter–louder.