the interest.
molecular or ionic?
we learn that atoms do no have feelings.
they do not desire to be near each other.
they do not hate or love.
they feel nothing near emotion.
the scientists’ glasses flash.
hiroshima and nagasaki.
the compounds of the air around us are endless. every first kiss, every last breath, every sigh. every star, every cloud & every ocean wave. the witness to every occurrence will find itself in your lungs.
She had a compound fracture of her left leg. Mary couldn’t get around like she wanted to because the plaster cast kept throwing her off balance. And the crutches hurt her arms causing much frustration with the whole process of healing. If she had it to do all over again, Mary would have made sure to look both ways before stepping off the curb just like her mother had taught her all those years ago.
Concrete walls, everywhere I look. They say it will keep us safe. From what, they won’t tell. But last night, I climbed to the top floor, past the last door and looked over. Something is out there.
I raced across the compound. My heart was pounding. I had to get to the hospital before it was too late. My brother was in there. “Faster,” I whispered to myself, “Faster.”
Criss-crossing phantom chain links, reflections cast by those that ringed the playground, lay shattered-glass distorted across the space’s broken concrete. She paused in the shaggy grass ringing its edge, the daytime safety rendered ominous by a waning moon.
Criss-crossing phantom chain links, reflections of those that ringed the playground, lay shattered-glass distorted across the space’s broken concrete. She paused in the shaggy grass ringing it’s edge, the daytime safe place rendered ominous by a waning moon.
there once was a heap of crap that the local neighborhood children liked to call the “compound.” Chris was the supposed king, though I had my doubts about his “royal birth” It was late August 1982 and the crowning of a new prince was to take place that evening.
They walked one more time around the compound, counting time in their heads, watching the guard in their routines, like some well orchestrated dance. There was no mistake. For a full nine seconds, there was a blind spot. They exchanged glances and wordlessly agreed; – they would go over the wall that very night.
It was the smallest compound of all of them, yet it held the most girls. We got used to the stink after a while, but it still made some vomit in the corner. Three to a bunk, and one blanket between us all, if we were lucky. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this hell.
I remember when compound words were my favorite. This was when I was still pretty young; I didn’t really know a whole lot of words yet. I still don’t, really, but I feel like I’ve kinda grown out of the compound ones. Which, as with most things related to childhood, carries with it a sort of sadness.
But compound words are great because they don’t relegate you to being just one thing, and really, who is? We all try to box ourselves up, try to package ourselves so that we’ll be easier to sell to whatever job we want to have, but as the Night Vale Twitter told me the other day, a name is just a lie constructed to convince you that you’re just one thing, just one /person,/ when you are, in fact, many.
i remember one time i was trapped in an exclusive army compound in the middle of nowhere in korea. i was trapped and stripped of all human left in me. i was given a number to replace my name, and rags for clothes. i was tortured. told i would never see the light of day again. i was trained in weaponry and self defense to be used as a brainless soldier for a county not my own. robbed of my dignity.
the coumpound was big, bigger than i ever imagined. The gates were higher, reaching the sky and blocking the light of the sun, unlike that of which my father told me in my childhood. This was real life… this was prison. How lucky of me, how very very lucky of me.
It’s maddening how restraining the situation is. Not just the cast, the way it wraps around the leg and drags out every itch and bad odor that part of the body can produce, but the whole deal.
They took us to the hidden compound, and they left us in window-less rooms with our hands cuffed behind our backs. We weren’t sure if the Trinity had also been captured, but in the end, we were in the hands of the United Nation of Supremacy’s military. And that was fifteen kinds of bad.
Struggling to prop myself against a wall, I ignored the pain in both my tied wrists and sore back. Beside me, my partner was half-asleep. Feverish.
to the dauntless compound
where i belong
i am brave
i have the power to jump of trains onto buildings
i do
by Brittany (you can call me britt if you want or don't i do not care whatsoever) on 11.07.2013
I placed the gun on the paling fence. The rhino was staggering but still too alert for me to contemplate entering the enclosure. With a final surge of energy, the two tonne animal, sweating and snorting like a whale expelling air, lunged at me. Expecting the fence to withstand the force, I stepped back but did not worry too much. That was until I heard the creak of the middle paling as it shuddered under the force of the rhino’s weight. My ankles tangled in my attempt to flee
I placed the un on the paling fence. The rhino was staggering but still too alert for me to comtemplate entering the enclosure. With a final surge of energy, the two tonne animal, sweating and snorting like a whale expelling air, lunged at me. Expecting the fence to withstand the force, I stepped back but did not worry too much. That was until I heard the creak of the middle paling as it shuddered under the force of the rhino’s weight. My ankles tangled in my attempt to flee
We are catalyzing behaviors, forming layers, peeling away at the molecules between us. A synapse is filled. Unwind from me. But we change our states, and spiral up to the ceiling.
The class filed in, the chairs scraped, the textbooks drawn out with sighs and murmurs. The students held their heads up with their hands, whilst mine was drooped over my book. Trying not to let the moisture in my eyes get the better of me as I got more and more frustrated with myself. I took a deep breath, breathing a silent prayer that the teacher wouldn’t call upon me, to make myself invisible and ever-shrinking into my seat. Because I had no idea what compounds we were testing in the practical on tuesday.
The words swam about the page, and the structures blurred……..
The compound seemed just the same as it had when I’d left it all those years ago; the rat-spit excuse for a village where I’d been born making up the outskirts and, in the center, dominating everything in it’s shadow, sat the Academy, complete with dark towers and Gothic archways.
I gazed up at it, resignation flitting across my features.
I never thought I’d be desperate enough come back here.
i suppose people are compounds. wholes made up of various smaller parts. compound creatures both chemically composed and containing concoctions of energies unstrung.
combine our chemicals and
take me to a higher place
i’ll let my wings get caught
on your horns and watch
the patterns in your eyes
tick tock waiting for me to
let go, leave you but
i think i’ll stay, mend my
hips to your lips
and play for a while
start catalyzing your thoughts
send us to space for a while
‘wha-” she stuttured as we walked threw therows of cages. dgs were laying on the floor exausion seeping into there eyes. we walked down tht aisles staring at them, wondering how we would find the one that would stay wi
sentences. words. conjunction junction what’s your function? That conductor, engineer, that little guy in the blue suit who haunted my childhood. You’re trying to teach me something but I have no idea what it is. Mom what is a conjunction? No reply.
Hey lets talk about compounds I think they are awesome they are little particals which is cool. And there are nutrons to which is cool to and they are so small you can’t see them
A heavy grey fog surrounded the equally colourless compound. The cars passing by blinked and missed it, the light blue glow that crawled out from beneath the thick front doors.
Together we all came, down at the compound. We were thirsty, fatigued, and disenchanted by the time we reached it. Everyone looked at the grey blocks with ambivalence. The crowd gathered, and some faces glimmered in memory while others were distrustful (people are strange when you’re a stranger).
The compound mixture was coming along quite nicely. It was the right texture when I added the wires to complete the bomb. The target was the congressmen of the United States of America for voting in Obamacare. I wasn’t nervous nor was I scared. This just had to be done. The legal route of getting Obamacare out of the nation didn’t work.
I grabbed the compounds from the counter table before gathering together the equipment listed on the sheet. I looked over at my girlfriend, who nodded at me to continue. Usually, I like help when doing experiments, but she is clumsy as hell and probably shouldn’t even get close to the compounds. The bell rings. We knew it would. The chemistry teacher is a moron. Every day she makes us start labs when there’s literally five minutes left of class…
A new compound was discovered yesterday, February 21 3078. This compound is revolutionary, absolutely wonderful! It has the potential to reverse all our problems, our shortcomings and downfalls.
i was sitting in the cramped compound of my office and was almost out of breath although i was too lucky to even have some wisps of fresh air that came through the window.
To my horror, I could see my car in the compound. And between the chain-link fence and the car were 3 enormous and savage-looking Alsations. This was not the best part of the day by far.
Compound. Not really sure what to say about a compound..
Oh, wait what about a compound sentence! I ate a burger. I ate french fries.
I ate a burger AND french fries. English basics 101.
the interest.
molecular or ionic?
we learn that atoms do no have feelings.
they do not desire to be near each other.
they do not hate or love.
they feel nothing near emotion.
the scientists’ glasses flash.
hiroshima and nagasaki.
the compounds of the air around us are endless. every first kiss, every last breath, every sigh. every star, every cloud & every ocean wave. the witness to every occurrence will find itself in your lungs.
She had a compound fracture of her left leg. Mary couldn’t get around like she wanted to because the plaster cast kept throwing her off balance. And the crutches hurt her arms causing much frustration with the whole process of healing. If she had it to do all over again, Mary would have made sure to look both ways before stepping off the curb just like her mother had taught her all those years ago.
Concrete walls, everywhere I look. They say it will keep us safe. From what, they won’t tell. But last night, I climbed to the top floor, past the last door and looked over. Something is out there.
Two words divorced, the family fractured.
I raced across the compound. My heart was pounding. I had to get to the hospital before it was too late. My brother was in there. “Faster,” I whispered to myself, “Faster.”
Criss-crossing phantom chain links, reflections cast by those that ringed the playground, lay shattered-glass distorted across the space’s broken concrete. She paused in the shaggy grass ringing its edge, the daytime safety rendered ominous by a waning moon.
Criss-crossing phantom chain links, reflections of those that ringed the playground, lay shattered-glass distorted across the space’s broken concrete. She paused in the shaggy grass ringing it’s edge, the daytime safe place rendered ominous by a waning moon.
there once was a heap of crap that the local neighborhood children liked to call the “compound.” Chris was the supposed king, though I had my doubts about his “royal birth” It was late August 1982 and the crowning of a new prince was to take place that evening.
They walked one more time around the compound, counting time in their heads, watching the guard in their routines, like some well orchestrated dance. There was no mistake. For a full nine seconds, there was a blind spot. They exchanged glances and wordlessly agreed; – they would go over the wall that very night.
It was the smallest compound of all of them, yet it held the most girls. We got used to the stink after a while, but it still made some vomit in the corner. Three to a bunk, and one blanket between us all, if we were lucky. I didn’t know how much longer I could take this hell.
I remember when compound words were my favorite. This was when I was still pretty young; I didn’t really know a whole lot of words yet. I still don’t, really, but I feel like I’ve kinda grown out of the compound ones. Which, as with most things related to childhood, carries with it a sort of sadness.
But compound words are great because they don’t relegate you to being just one thing, and really, who is? We all try to box ourselves up, try to package ourselves so that we’ll be easier to sell to whatever job we want to have, but as the Night Vale Twitter told me the other day, a name is just a lie constructed to convince you that you’re just one thing, just one /person,/ when you are, in fact, many.
i remember one time i was trapped in an exclusive army compound in the middle of nowhere in korea. i was trapped and stripped of all human left in me. i was given a number to replace my name, and rags for clothes. i was tortured. told i would never see the light of day again. i was trained in weaponry and self defense to be used as a brainless soldier for a county not my own. robbed of my dignity.
I will compound whatever love you give me. I will go over and beyond. I want to give you everything you need and more. I want you.
the coumpound was big, bigger than i ever imagined. The gates were higher, reaching the sky and blocking the light of the sun, unlike that of which my father told me in my childhood. This was real life… this was prison. How lucky of me, how very very lucky of me.
The wires were spangled awry
and smashed glass from beer bottles littered the sides
like some treasure
The fence was high
and the signs were in red like fake blood
with flat words like swatted flies
There is a compound of things that are the master cause of mental illness. Some of them are organic and other just psicological.
It’s maddening how restraining the situation is. Not just the cast, the way it wraps around the leg and drags out every itch and bad odor that part of the body can produce, but the whole deal.
They took us to the hidden compound, and they left us in window-less rooms with our hands cuffed behind our backs. We weren’t sure if the Trinity had also been captured, but in the end, we were in the hands of the United Nation of Supremacy’s military. And that was fifteen kinds of bad.
Struggling to prop myself against a wall, I ignored the pain in both my tied wrists and sore back. Beside me, my partner was half-asleep. Feverish.
to the dauntless compound
where i belong
i am brave
i have the power to jump of trains onto buildings
i do
I placed the gun on the paling fence. The rhino was staggering but still too alert for me to contemplate entering the enclosure. With a final surge of energy, the two tonne animal, sweating and snorting like a whale expelling air, lunged at me. Expecting the fence to withstand the force, I stepped back but did not worry too much. That was until I heard the creak of the middle paling as it shuddered under the force of the rhino’s weight. My ankles tangled in my attempt to flee
I placed the un on the paling fence. The rhino was staggering but still too alert for me to comtemplate entering the enclosure. With a final surge of energy, the two tonne animal, sweating and snorting like a whale expelling air, lunged at me. Expecting the fence to withstand the force, I stepped back but did not worry too much. That was until I heard the creak of the middle paling as it shuddered under the force of the rhino’s weight. My ankles tangled in my attempt to flee
We are the chemicals of each other’s systems.
We are catalyzing behaviors, forming layers, peeling away at the molecules between us. A synapse is filled. Unwind from me. But we change our states, and spiral up to the ceiling.
The class filed in, the chairs scraped, the textbooks drawn out with sighs and murmurs. The students held their heads up with their hands, whilst mine was drooped over my book. Trying not to let the moisture in my eyes get the better of me as I got more and more frustrated with myself. I took a deep breath, breathing a silent prayer that the teacher wouldn’t call upon me, to make myself invisible and ever-shrinking into my seat. Because I had no idea what compounds we were testing in the practical on tuesday.
The words swam about the page, and the structures blurred……..
The compound seemed just the same as it had when I’d left it all those years ago; the rat-spit excuse for a village where I’d been born making up the outskirts and, in the center, dominating everything in it’s shadow, sat the Academy, complete with dark towers and Gothic archways.
I gazed up at it, resignation flitting across my features.
I never thought I’d be desperate enough come back here.
i suppose people are compounds. wholes made up of various smaller parts. compound creatures both chemically composed and containing concoctions of energies unstrung.
combine our chemicals and
take me to a higher place
i’ll let my wings get caught
on your horns and watch
the patterns in your eyes
tick tock waiting for me to
let go, leave you but
i think i’ll stay, mend my
hips to your lips
and play for a while
start catalyzing your thoughts
send us to space for a while
‘wha-” she stuttured as we walked threw therows of cages. dgs were laying on the floor exausion seeping into there eyes. we walked down tht aisles staring at them, wondering how we would find the one that would stay wi
sentences. words. conjunction junction what’s your function? That conductor, engineer, that little guy in the blue suit who haunted my childhood. You’re trying to teach me something but I have no idea what it is. Mom what is a conjunction? No reply.
made of many parts held together by gelatine wouldn’t ya ken.
Hey lets talk about compounds I think they are awesome they are little particals which is cool. And there are nutrons to which is cool to and they are so small you can’t see them
A heavy grey fog surrounded the equally colourless compound. The cars passing by blinked and missed it, the light blue glow that crawled out from beneath the thick front doors.
The compound was difficult to get out of especially with all the guards surrounding the exits and entrances.
Together we all came, down at the compound. We were thirsty, fatigued, and disenchanted by the time we reached it. Everyone looked at the grey blocks with ambivalence. The crowd gathered, and some faces glimmered in memory while others were distrustful (people are strange when you’re a stranger).
The compound mixture was coming along quite nicely. It was the right texture when I added the wires to complete the bomb. The target was the congressmen of the United States of America for voting in Obamacare. I wasn’t nervous nor was I scared. This just had to be done. The legal route of getting Obamacare out of the nation didn’t work.
I grabbed the compounds from the counter table before gathering together the equipment listed on the sheet. I looked over at my girlfriend, who nodded at me to continue. Usually, I like help when doing experiments, but she is clumsy as hell and probably shouldn’t even get close to the compounds. The bell rings. We knew it would. The chemistry teacher is a moron. Every day she makes us start labs when there’s literally five minutes left of class…
A new compound was discovered yesterday, February 21 3078. This compound is revolutionary, absolutely wonderful! It has the potential to reverse all our problems, our shortcomings and downfalls.
i was sitting in the cramped compound of my office and was almost out of breath although i was too lucky to even have some wisps of fresh air that came through the window.
To my horror, I could see my car in the compound. And between the chain-link fence and the car were 3 enormous and savage-looking Alsations. This was not the best part of the day by far.
Compound. Not really sure what to say about a compound..
Oh, wait what about a compound sentence! I ate a burger. I ate french fries.
I ate a burger AND french fries. English basics 101.