Life is disposable, its take it or leave it. Put it in the trash. Recycle it, and let it grow. What a sad world when that is what comes to mind. But what about posable? Make it who you are. Mold it.
Disposable cups ,also known as styrofoam and plastic cups, are bad for the earth it causes pollution. Why you ask, because we must burn disposable cups and it causes harmful gases and chemicals in to our world.
The world we live in loves to dispose of everything. They make disposable cups, spoons, and napkins just to make life at home earlier. The amount of disposable food wrappers we use and cause to be made on a daily basis is unreal.
if you ask me then war is disposable,
and our love for another,
even a stranger,
even one who puts us in danger,
is irreplaceable.
there sat a homeless man,
with fangs larger than,
the troll of the bridge,
and the god of the zilla,
punch yourself in the maxillaaaaa
if your a love killaaaaaa….
Disposable wipes are so handy. Anything disposable is handy. I love how easy it is to use something disposable. Clorox wipes are disposable, they are also disinfectant.
She tossed it, not giving it a second thought. She sat on the couch with her spoon and flipped on the TV. Commercials played for several minutes as she situated herself carefully.
“Or, I can’t support a system where everybody is disposable. Once upon a time, I could.” His eyes glittered with wet. “Honour. Courage. They’re all just synonyms for disposability in an army led by that horrible man.”
In a flash, she was off, reluctant to be anyone’s fool. There were things in life you just stand up for – and this one one. After all, there are fewer ways to lose a friend than to treat them as if they were disposable. Like a mirror, this turns on you. She walked out the door for good.
Life, you can get rid of it. Put it down the sink. Thats what makes it differnt. It breathes, it thinks. It is what it is and cannot be. Time to get rid of the trash. Take it out, put it on the lawn.
If a government considers the rights of the people to be disposable,
then it shall have desired loyalty from the people become disposable.
Forced propaganda mixed with censorship will not make truth extinguishable,
rather to the people, it will make truth more desirable and distinguishable.
that’s a nice disposable chair you got there. did you buy it from your mom? oh snap. i gotcha. gotcha real good. i think clams are like tomatoes of the ocean. what do you think? will you marry me now? it’s okay if you don’t want to but you have to want to. no choice. anyway, pizza is a really good, ya feel? i like pepperoni mostly because it sounds funny. if it didn’t sound so funny i would probably call it something else.
I can hear the timer ticking behind your back; I wish you could hear it, too.
It is counting down to the moment you don’t need me anymore. The sound was faint when I met you, it grows louder everyday. It speeds up as my arc comes to a close.
This isn’t my story.
I could be cut out completely, and the tale would hardly change. But I have been given a chance to exist through the role of side-character. I don’t get a story, I get to be plot point. Was I helpful in the least? When the credits roll on your final day, do I get to be in Supporting Cast? The filler is about to come to an end. A short role fulfilled. A climax come to a conclusion. The timer rings, your back is the last thing I see.
Throw me away properly.
Forge on with your story.
May happiness be as soft as a beating heart in your palms.
I peer in the pond’s reflection, toss the dice
twice, into a face that that appears unattractive,
oftentimes, i view, pearly eyes, in disguise,
this so i often refuse, to admit to.
perhaps toomfoolerly rules me,
or could it be, im a pod, and life’s a pea
mental mishap forwards tremendous
frequency
a corridor, all the way, down
lights up, and asks me to sashay down
i dont know whether
to be
in fret
or in frown.
relfections are clowns, their disposable,
one minute a chime, the next,
a thought in one of my ryhmes.
I didn’t have much disposable income, as about ninety percent of the money I made went to rent, utilities, and basic food and clothing needs. Therefore, I was floored to find a beautiful red velvet jacket on display in the local thrift shop – gold embroidery, black buttons, only ten bucks. I could feel like a freaking king in this and still be able to afford dinner.
To you I feel as if I was so easily disposable. As easy to throw out like last nights dinner in the trash can. Or like the shit in the litter pan you cleaned for your cats. Im disposable to you, a human being and you got rid of me.
I used to listen to that song when I was feeling like an edgy little emo teenager, not realizing that I had it better off than so many others. I had a roof over my head. I had food and water in my belly. I had clothes on my body.
All their love was in vain, it never meant anything and it never would. After years of devotion, after the countless hours of recreational time, in the end, I was nothing more than a worn out doll with a missing appendage.
Everything seems to be disposable. From food containers to relationships. Nothing ever comes out of things we care little about. We dispose of them without care.
Paper products are disposable. They can be very handy to any busy person. My mom like them because it means less stress after dinner. But, there are also down sides to using any disposable product. You could be wasting a lot of materials.
my old social studies notebook is disposable.
Intended to be used once, or until no longer useful, and then thrown away.
something that was throw away
throw away
trash
don’t need it
garbage
irrelevant
can
disposable means like it not useful no more
to be used once, or until no longer useful, and then thrown away
Able to throw something away.
used once or until no longer useful and then thrown away.
plastic spoons are disposable.
trash
something that is eadible.
used once or until no longer useful and then throwed away
I dispose plastic spoons.
Certain phones aren’t disposable.
Something that is being able to be disposed
Meaning your getting rid of something
Your throwing something away
Diapers are disposable when they are able to be thrown away after being filled up with waste.
Life is disposable, its take it or leave it. Put it in the trash. Recycle it, and let it grow. What a sad world when that is what comes to mind. But what about posable? Make it who you are. Mold it.
American ideology; why care; why work. someone will get it there is no longer a reason to care just toss it and start over
Disposable cups ,also known as styrofoam and plastic cups, are bad for the earth it causes pollution. Why you ask, because we must burn disposable cups and it causes harmful gases and chemicals in to our world.
vegetables
fruit
The world we live in loves to dispose of everything. They make disposable cups, spoons, and napkins just to make life at home earlier. The amount of disposable food wrappers we use and cause to be made on a daily basis is unreal.
if you ask me then war is disposable,
and our love for another,
even a stranger,
even one who puts us in danger,
is irreplaceable.
there sat a homeless man,
with fangs larger than,
the troll of the bridge,
and the god of the zilla,
punch yourself in the maxillaaaaa
if your a love killaaaaaa….
Disposable wipes are so handy. Anything disposable is handy. I love how easy it is to use something disposable. Clorox wipes are disposable, they are also disinfectant.
he clutches his side, as if this were some new hollywood thriller
“Mia, save- help me”
he calls
onlookers only give him a glance, a judgement
he’s disposable, and the disposers on to the next
victim
She tossed it, not giving it a second thought. She sat on the couch with her spoon and flipped on the TV. Commercials played for several minutes as she situated herself carefully.
“I don’t want to be disposable,” he said.
“Or, I can’t support a system where everybody is disposable. Once upon a time, I could.” His eyes glittered with wet. “Honour. Courage. They’re all just synonyms for disposability in an army led by that horrible man.”
In a flash, she was off, reluctant to be anyone’s fool. There were things in life you just stand up for – and this one one. After all, there are fewer ways to lose a friend than to treat them as if they were disposable. Like a mirror, this turns on you. She walked out the door for good.
Life, you can get rid of it. Put it down the sink. Thats what makes it differnt. It breathes, it thinks. It is what it is and cannot be. Time to get rid of the trash. Take it out, put it on the lawn.
Cracked, broken, not made to last – people get me confused with plastic. I’m durable. I’m ready to be whole. I may be broken, but I’m NOT disposable.
If a government considers the rights of the people to be disposable,
then it shall have desired loyalty from the people become disposable.
Forced propaganda mixed with censorship will not make truth extinguishable,
rather to the people, it will make truth more desirable and distinguishable.
that’s a nice disposable chair you got there. did you buy it from your mom? oh snap. i gotcha. gotcha real good. i think clams are like tomatoes of the ocean. what do you think? will you marry me now? it’s okay if you don’t want to but you have to want to. no choice. anyway, pizza is a really good, ya feel? i like pepperoni mostly because it sounds funny. if it didn’t sound so funny i would probably call it something else.
I can hear the timer ticking behind your back; I wish you could hear it, too.
It is counting down to the moment you don’t need me anymore. The sound was faint when I met you, it grows louder everyday. It speeds up as my arc comes to a close.
This isn’t my story.
I could be cut out completely, and the tale would hardly change. But I have been given a chance to exist through the role of side-character. I don’t get a story, I get to be plot point. Was I helpful in the least? When the credits roll on your final day, do I get to be in Supporting Cast? The filler is about to come to an end. A short role fulfilled. A climax come to a conclusion. The timer rings, your back is the last thing I see.
Throw me away properly.
Forge on with your story.
May happiness be as soft as a beating heart in your palms.
I peer in the pond’s reflection, toss the dice
twice, into a face that that appears unattractive,
oftentimes, i view, pearly eyes, in disguise,
this so i often refuse, to admit to.
perhaps toomfoolerly rules me,
or could it be, im a pod, and life’s a pea
mental mishap forwards tremendous
frequency
a corridor, all the way, down
lights up, and asks me to sashay down
i dont know whether
to be
in fret
or in frown.
relfections are clowns, their disposable,
one minute a chime, the next,
a thought in one of my ryhmes.
whats the surreal and whats real?
Not everything is disposable but everyone is. Way in way out and recycled if you believe the Buddhists.
adjective
Definition: Me
This is how I feel
I have to fight to stay in people’s lives
And if I’m not perfect, anyone could say goodbye
I didn’t have much disposable income, as about ninety percent of the money I made went to rent, utilities, and basic food and clothing needs. Therefore, I was floored to find a beautiful red velvet jacket on display in the local thrift shop – gold embroidery, black buttons, only ten bucks. I could feel like a freaking king in this and still be able to afford dinner.
To you I feel as if I was so easily disposable. As easy to throw out like last nights dinner in the trash can. Or like the shit in the litter pan you cleaned for your cats. Im disposable to you, a human being and you got rid of me.
Disposable teens.
I used to listen to that song when I was feeling like an edgy little emo teenager, not realizing that I had it better off than so many others. I had a roof over my head. I had food and water in my belly. I had clothes on my body.
I shoved the disposable items in the fridge and slammed the door. Why did I have to do all the work?
All their love was in vain, it never meant anything and it never would. After years of devotion, after the countless hours of recreational time, in the end, I was nothing more than a worn out doll with a missing appendage.
Everything seems to be disposable. From food containers to relationships. Nothing ever comes out of things we care little about. We dispose of them without care.
Paper products are disposable. They can be very handy to any busy person. My mom like them because it means less stress after dinner. But, there are also down sides to using any disposable product. You could be wasting a lot of materials.