I don’t understand the basics of what most people are saying–not because I am unintelligent, but because they are so incredibly unintelligent and it hurts my mind trying to shrink itself down to such a miniscule size.
I stand at the base of the tower. It collapsed when the world shook. Broken glass lays about, but I really don’t care. Blood has seeped through the backs in the ground, and there are cuts on my feet, but I’m probably already infected like everybody else in the world anyway.
She drummed her fingertips against the plastic tabletop, staring at him under the fluorescent light with her dark-circle eyes. “What you don’t understand is how much I love watching you beg. How I feel alive when you plead for me, without words, just the insistent, endless reach. But I know who she is, and I know what you did, so I am going to wring every drop of base feeling out of you until your soul is nothing but a puddle on this grimy linoleum floor.”
We flew back to the base. We were riding over the beautiful desert of New Mexico, and starting to head into Arizona. Looking down at all the empty cities, streets and houses was a bit unnerving. Lifeless, I thought, even the desert is deserted.
Time to head back to the base, he said as soon as she mentioned it. She knew he had plenty of time yet, but wanted to avoid the discussion. She wanted him to just stand there and tell her no. Or yes. Or whatever else he thought about it, but he was determined to avoid the discussion.
the base was crumbling, they wouldn’t last long. Soon they would all fall, but who would care for kelly then? She would be alone, no one deserves that.
Kelly, sweet Kelly, she wouldn’t stand a chance against the inks alone.
Base metals are the foundation of our society
crude and cruel methods tear them from the ground
beaten, fired and forged into the hinges and bootheels of our lives.
Keira stared at the book in front of her but did not read. Her mind was too frazzled to absorb information. “Naming acids and bases,” she mumbled, scribbling some Chemistry notes down. She checked her watch. It was midnight.
I found the base of their operations, coincidentally at the base of the mountain where the cold stone met the dry earth and the air heaved temperate fumes. My father was conducting his experiments down there, using acids and bases to find the root of my affliction.
First base! The crowd roared, waving their orange and off-orange pendants. “The Basball Players have reached first base! A first in the history of the Baseball Players!” An odd team name, yes, but not quite as odd as their mascot, the tent worm.
He sprinted for home base as fast as he could. He couldn’t feel anything, not besides the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He couldn’t feel the pain anymore, finally. His head was clear and focused as he slid into home, but then the panic started.
He knew as soon as he heard that stomach turning sound that it would haunt him for the rest of his life; the dull crunch as the pitcher’s arm got caught between his spiked cleats and the base.
She stared up from the base of the mountain, wondering how she could ever have actually gotten to this point in her life. Had she grown up dreaming of climbing Mt Everest? No. was she going to do it now? Absolutely. And it would be worth every terrifying second.
“Have you finished yet? Is the base down?”
It was just finished and he had leaned back on his heals to look at the work as she came in. Just looking she could have seen it, but she was talking and walking and was out the door before he had time to respond.
right around the corner
the twisted metal of the bridge
a stallion, fitted with electrodes
breaks the sound barrier
only to hear itself
on the other side of the word
He had home base in his sights the minute the bat stuck the ball, as he rounded first then second, and came around third. The crowd cheered, roaring on its feet, he slid sideways bringing the game home.
I hit the base, but nothing happened. I read the directions, had all of my ingredients in the tub, but nothing was happening. I don’t understand. It is not rocket science. When I finally realized that it wasn’t plugged in, I felt that all of my education was for naught! How can someone so accomplished be so simple?
the base of the umbrella was so heavy last night, I couldn’t even believe it. It must have been around 40 pounds. But then again, it wasn’t like I was extremely tired or anything. Seriously. Exhausted. taken out. but I guess the juice was worth the squeeze. but only barely…
A base is the foundation of a vase and/or anything important. If the foundation/kahua is too small the top will topple it…and if the base is too large the content never develops.
As he rounded the base and shook his fist in triumph over his state-game winning homerun, he looked up at me and smiled from under his helmet. That’s when I knew I was in love.
The base was under attack. This was nothing new, of course. Base Alpha had been under attack for about three years now, Jimmy reckoned. The bugs threw themselves at the defenses – automated now, thank God – and were crushed, shot, impaled and incinerated in their thousands. Still they came. Jimmy had long since grown used to the acrid stench of burnt flesh and chitin.
it took some time took away from the outside from the inside eating its way into you trying to be a part of you the part that holds your soul your sharpest memories of home and heart it wants to be your base your center but you struggle to understand it to open up to be what it hopes you will be or become it just wants to overcome you. it wants you to love.
The first thing that comes to mind when I see this word is a base in terms of redox reactions or acids/bases. This shows how chemistry has controlled my life over the past year…. But in a good way.
Base. The bottom. The minimum. Everything. This. Is. It. Touch base. Run bases. Base. It starts to look wrong. After you say it too many times. What’s wrong with base? It’s the very last of us. It’s what holds us together. Or what’s left. It can crumble. It is foundation. It hides the blemish beneath.
Base. Second base. Basest desires. Bass. Why is this so relatable to my fiance? He sings in bass range. (shut up, it’s pronounced the same, ok?!) Base…He placed his hands against her chest and looked into her eyes, “Are you sure, love?”
I needed support but it seemed everyone was avoiding me. I tried to figure out what I’d done but no one would speak a word my way. I was use to getting drunk and being a riot, but never had I actually thought to hurt someone. Guess this time I’d cross the line.
“I’m headed back to HQ,” she panted in her mouthpiece.
Her breath had been stolen from her by three very large watch dogs that seemed very intent on eating her skin, and she was having a difficult time stealing it back. Thinking that she had lost them, she deemed it was safe to return to base.
start to finish find freedom in what lies at its most essential that which is oppressive finds ways to make us adapt adaptability strength in limitation in how who we are is pressed so we can find where we come from
First base, second base, and third base were all loaded – by red-skinned aliens. Not from Mars or Neptune or anything like that. From far away, where they had a literal World Series (not like us. We have a U.S. Series. Why don’t we call it that?).
These bad boys were facing the New York Yankees in the semifinals of the intergalactic round of baseball. There were no high stakes. No threats. We were just playing ball. And the aliens rocked at it.
I don’t understand the basics of what most people are saying–not because I am unintelligent, but because they are so incredibly unintelligent and it hurts my mind trying to shrink itself down to such a miniscule size.
I stand at the base of the tower. It collapsed when the world shook. Broken glass lays about, but I really don’t care. Blood has seeped through the backs in the ground, and there are cuts on my feet, but I’m probably already infected like everybody else in the world anyway.
She drummed her fingertips against the plastic tabletop, staring at him under the fluorescent light with her dark-circle eyes. “What you don’t understand is how much I love watching you beg. How I feel alive when you plead for me, without words, just the insistent, endless reach. But I know who she is, and I know what you did, so I am going to wring every drop of base feeling out of you until your soul is nothing but a puddle on this grimy linoleum floor.”
running the bases
faster, faster
rain is pounding
but the voices and jeers are on replay
and you keep running
We flew back to the base. We were riding over the beautiful desert of New Mexico, and starting to head into Arizona. Looking down at all the empty cities, streets and houses was a bit unnerving. Lifeless, I thought, even the desert is deserted.
Time to head back to the base, he said as soon as she mentioned it. She knew he had plenty of time yet, but wanted to avoid the discussion. She wanted him to just stand there and tell her no. Or yes. Or whatever else he thought about it, but he was determined to avoid the discussion.
it didnt matter
if the batter made
it to first base. all
that mattered was
wink you gave me
before you threw
the first pitch.
the base was crumbling, they wouldn’t last long. Soon they would all fall, but who would care for kelly then? She would be alone, no one deserves that.
Kelly, sweet Kelly, she wouldn’t stand a chance against the inks alone.
Base metals are the foundation of our society
crude and cruel methods tear them from the ground
beaten, fired and forged into the hinges and bootheels of our lives.
Keira stared at the book in front of her but did not read. Her mind was too frazzled to absorb information. “Naming acids and bases,” she mumbled, scribbling some Chemistry notes down. She checked her watch. It was midnight.
I found the base of their operations, coincidentally at the base of the mountain where the cold stone met the dry earth and the air heaved temperate fumes. My father was conducting his experiments down there, using acids and bases to find the root of my affliction.
First base! The crowd roared, waving their orange and off-orange pendants. “The Basball Players have reached first base! A first in the history of the Baseball Players!” An odd team name, yes, but not quite as odd as their mascot, the tent worm.
He sprinted for home base as fast as he could. He couldn’t feel anything, not besides the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He couldn’t feel the pain anymore, finally. His head was clear and focused as he slid into home, but then the panic started.
He knew as soon as he heard that stomach turning sound that it would haunt him for the rest of his life; the dull crunch as the pitcher’s arm got caught between his spiked cleats and the base.
She stared up from the base of the mountain, wondering how she could ever have actually gotten to this point in her life. Had she grown up dreaming of climbing Mt Everest? No. was she going to do it now? Absolutely. And it would be worth every terrifying second.
The base of my life is music. I can’t imagine it being anything else.
“Have you finished yet? Is the base down?”
It was just finished and he had leaned back on his heals to look at the work as she came in. Just looking she could have seen it, but she was talking and walking and was out the door before he had time to respond.
right around the corner
the twisted metal of the bridge
a stallion, fitted with electrodes
breaks the sound barrier
only to hear itself
on the other side of the word
He had home base in his sights the minute the bat stuck the ball, as he rounded first then second, and came around third. The crowd cheered, roaring on its feet, he slid sideways bringing the game home.
I hit the base, but nothing happened. I read the directions, had all of my ingredients in the tub, but nothing was happening. I don’t understand. It is not rocket science. When I finally realized that it wasn’t plugged in, I felt that all of my education was for naught! How can someone so accomplished be so simple?
the base of the umbrella was so heavy last night, I couldn’t even believe it. It must have been around 40 pounds. But then again, it wasn’t like I was extremely tired or anything. Seriously. Exhausted. taken out. but I guess the juice was worth the squeeze. but only barely…
A base is the foundation of a vase and/or anything important. If the foundation/kahua is too small the top will topple it…and if the base is too large the content never develops.
Ah, base. I appreciate when you put it on. Beauty is only skin deep, but the base, thanks.
As he rounded the base and shook his fist in triumph over his state-game winning homerun, he looked up at me and smiled from under his helmet. That’s when I knew I was in love.
The base was under attack. This was nothing new, of course. Base Alpha had been under attack for about three years now, Jimmy reckoned. The bugs threw themselves at the defenses – automated now, thank God – and were crushed, shot, impaled and incinerated in their thousands. Still they came. Jimmy had long since grown used to the acrid stench of burnt flesh and chitin.
it took some time took away from the outside from the inside eating its way into you trying to be a part of you the part that holds your soul your sharpest memories of home and heart it wants to be your base your center but you struggle to understand it to open up to be what it hopes you will be or become it just wants to overcome you. it wants you to love.
The first thing that comes to mind when I see this word is a base in terms of redox reactions or acids/bases. This shows how chemistry has controlled my life over the past year…. But in a good way.
Baseline. Base-jumping. Basin. Geez, I’m blank.
Base. The bottom. The minimum. Everything. This. Is. It. Touch base. Run bases. Base. It starts to look wrong. After you say it too many times. What’s wrong with base? It’s the very last of us. It’s what holds us together. Or what’s left. It can crumble. It is foundation. It hides the blemish beneath.
Base. Second base. Basest desires. Bass. Why is this so relatable to my fiance? He sings in bass range. (shut up, it’s pronounced the same, ok?!) Base…He placed his hands against her chest and looked into her eyes, “Are you sure, love?”
The base of this is to do that. The base of the problem is I’m not telling. Base + ment = party room.
Base is the foundation. Take the feet for example , our base for an upright position.
cover all your bases
seek an answer for every question
but more will come
planning and plotting
all your thoughts tumbling
over and under
there’s no one right way
there’s no easy answer
just jump
the base of what? i don’t know what to do with this one.
His visage became base – an empty faceless place.
I needed support but it seemed everyone was avoiding me. I tried to figure out what I’d done but no one would speak a word my way. I was use to getting drunk and being a riot, but never had I actually thought to hurt someone. Guess this time I’d cross the line.
“I’m headed back to HQ,” she panted in her mouthpiece.
Her breath had been stolen from her by three very large watch dogs that seemed very intent on eating her skin, and she was having a difficult time stealing it back. Thinking that she had lost them, she deemed it was safe to return to base.
How wrong she was.
start to finish find freedom in what lies at its most essential that which is oppressive finds ways to make us adapt adaptability strength in limitation in how who we are is pressed so we can find where we come from
Base as in the base of a tree, of a base in a baseball,or as the first base reached in a goal.
First base, second base, and third base were all loaded – by red-skinned aliens. Not from Mars or Neptune or anything like that. From far away, where they had a literal World Series (not like us. We have a U.S. Series. Why don’t we call it that?).
These bad boys were facing the New York Yankees in the semifinals of the intergalactic round of baseball. There were no high stakes. No threats. We were just playing ball. And the aliens rocked at it.
Frightened by the action during the bottom of the ninth, the team mascot, a beagle, tried to hide underneath third base, like ham under a chicklet.