Terra-cannons rocked our ship before we could even begin our landing sequence. We were misled about this planet. We were expecting humanoid cattle that had barely discovered bronze. Instead, we found a civilization more advanced than our own, and our ship was currently in their sights.
She was just one of those girls. Strutted into one of my science classes in college and caught my eye with her beautiful, natural Eastern-European bronzed skin and sharp, clear eyes. I was hooked.
What is bronze? Another way of saying “Sorry kid, you’re just not good enough.” Silver is at least runner up. But bronze is no gold. It looks like it, feels like it, but no. Its a way of making people THINK you’ve done a good job, but really, you haven’t. You havent accomplished shit.
Her skin was bronze and her legs were lean. Meredith sighed and shut her book. She folded her beach chair and tucked a lone hair behind her ear. It was no use. She would never look like that.
I looked down at the bronze necklace on the table. Yeah, it was bronze. Not silver, not gold. Bronze. Kind of symbolic, come to think of it. That I wasn’t worthy of something better that bronze, but I guess that’s why he cheated in the first place.
the bronze statue stands tall and regal. All who pass buy it know who built it. they fear who built it. the cold metal exterior hides a living being that they know nothing of. A slowly beating tin heart is awakening.
The cast of his face in the bronze was all dented and covered in that green you so often see on pennies so I began to think of copper but it just made me want to gag in retrospect. So this was my grandfather? She couldn’t help but laugh at how silly men were.
Ah, Rome! Chestplates and feathered helmets gleaming in a sun, brighter than it could ever be in modern days. Chariots of fire and centurions with silver swords.
I wandered along the sun bleached sand to the end of the cove. Everywhere my eyes looked I saw bronze tanned bodies. They were relaxing in the unforgiving sun, and it made me realise where I was. I looked at my pale, almost translucent skin that made me realise I did not belong. So I slopped on some sunscreen, slipped on a t-shirt, slapped on a hat and slid on some sunscreen. My skin wasn’t designed to go bronze.
The bronze statue was perched in front of the capital building, gleaming in the evening sun’s rays. It was intimidating to look at for long, but for most it was a figure of justice to who entered. Today it did nothing for the lawyer as he took each step of white marble two at a time. Today was different, it wasn’t the weather or how he had gotten to work that day, it was something more of a sense. Something was in the air, stirring up problems and mayhem. Not a good feeling for a defense attorney.
A little less than gold, even silver. It’s what I am. Pegasus bronze scholarship, would’a loved gold, or silver. Means more money, maybe I wouldn’t have to work so much if I got a little more.
bronze skin, superficial personality, fake nails, fake skin, fake tits, fake hair
none of these things i have, why does he want me?
I’m not his type
he won’t stick around long
how long will intelligence and our connection last
over sex appeal and that trash?
the leaves bend and twist toward the dirt floor
bronze crinkles
yellow dances
orange swirls
like
confetti strewn about between the massive trees
tiny and lost they huddle together as world braces for the frosted winter
I think of gymnastics and stuff. Oops i was on the phone in the middle of leaving a message so I couldn’t focus on this. I really miss gymnastics though. just for the record, ya know.
The color of his skin was a muted bronze. It reminded me of warm summers on the farm, when my skin would tan as I worked in the fields. It always used to irk my brother, the fact that I would tan so easily, but he would only burn.
Covered in bronze now, I watched my new coin fall between my fingers and land onto the ground next to the pile of dirt that had gathered around my feet. I had planned on flipping it into the open grave in my back yard to teach my old man that gambling wasn’t his real problem.
he wasn’t happy with it. it wasn’t exactly an unfortunate way for things to turn out. but at the same time, there wasn’t much to be said at this point; he’d done everything he could, he put in the work, and this was the outcome with which he would have to live for the rest of his life. but it was better than nothing, right?
There once was a time when my pale skin was painted bronze. Countless summers of being out in the sweltering heat allowed my canvas to be engraced with millions of freckles and an orange-tint. However, the older I get the more my skin becomes sensitive to the sun and its’ overbearing rays. My flesh is a milky-white. My freckles become darker on top of my ghostly frame. I look as though as I reside in the United Kingdom. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The trophy was heavy in recognition of the great work I had done. But it was bronze and I had wanted gold. I lifted above my head to the cheers of the crowd. I glanced to my right and contemplated letting it slip from my hand and on to the toes of the person elevated above me, where I should have been standing.
She was fairly sure that the sky had never been that color before; a deep yellow, glowing– beautiful but surreal and somehow alarming. She stood on the front porch of her house, entranced but unsettled, and wondered how soon he would be back.
Ah, bronze, the color of her hair when we first met, of course by the time of her and I had come to an end, her hair was light blonde, and it was just as pretty. Sometimes when I see the back of someones head with bronze hair, I almost get lost in the memories of her.
Bronze… third place. I experienced bronze a lot in my high school career. Not much gold, but a lot of bronze. I’ll take it! Better than nothing, I guess.
Bronze is statues. Third place. Those creepy little casts people make of their babies’ shoes. An Age. A color. Something you do at the beach. Generally, it’s a word that only immortalizes temporary things that don’t deserve to be immortalized.
There’s just this agonizing pain that won’t go away. I see these tears dripping down my bronze skin and I hate it all. The weakness, the tears, and the color of my skin. No one knows “what” I am. I don’t even know.
The statue of bronze stood so high that I did not know how far to look in to the sky. So I tipped my head back and looked right into the eyes of that guy.
bronze was just never good enough you. you just had to get the gold, by all means. it never ended.
Terra-cannons rocked our ship before we could even begin our landing sequence. We were misled about this planet. We were expecting humanoid cattle that had barely discovered bronze. Instead, we found a civilization more advanced than our own, and our ship was currently in their sights.
i found a bronze chain the other day on my way to the mall
it was very expensive i could tell
i went to the car and ran away
the colour i aspire to be. the rank that I will become. the golden glow of sucsess. that is what i”ll become
the gate pushed open, like a rusty lullaby, revealing a garden composed of wild lush florals, bathed in the simmering bronze sunlight.
She was just one of those girls. Strutted into one of my science classes in college and caught my eye with her beautiful, natural Eastern-European bronzed skin and sharp, clear eyes. I was hooked.
The color of everyones disgusting leathery skin. Fake tans are gross. :S
What is bronze? Another way of saying “Sorry kid, you’re just not good enough.” Silver is at least runner up. But bronze is no gold. It looks like it, feels like it, but no. Its a way of making people THINK you’ve done a good job, but really, you haven’t. You havent accomplished shit.
She wasn’t happy with winning a bronze medal. She had worked so hard that it did’t seem fair.
Her skin was bronze and her legs were lean. Meredith sighed and shut her book. She folded her beach chair and tucked a lone hair behind her ear. It was no use. She would never look like that.
I looked down at the bronze necklace on the table. Yeah, it was bronze. Not silver, not gold. Bronze. Kind of symbolic, come to think of it. That I wasn’t worthy of something better that bronze, but I guess that’s why he cheated in the first place.
the bronze statue stands tall and regal. All who pass buy it know who built it. they fear who built it. the cold metal exterior hides a living being that they know nothing of. A slowly beating tin heart is awakening.
The cast of his face in the bronze was all dented and covered in that green you so often see on pennies so I began to think of copper but it just made me want to gag in retrospect. So this was my grandfather? She couldn’t help but laugh at how silly men were.
Ah, Rome! Chestplates and feathered helmets gleaming in a sun, brighter than it could ever be in modern days. Chariots of fire and centurions with silver swords.
Fairly regularly I have competed in swimming or running competitions and have occasionally won in a bronze medal.
He won the bronze medal in swimming and was quite pleased with his performance.
I wandered along the sun bleached sand to the end of the cove. Everywhere my eyes looked I saw bronze tanned bodies. They were relaxing in the unforgiving sun, and it made me realise where I was. I looked at my pale, almost translucent skin that made me realise I did not belong. So I slopped on some sunscreen, slipped on a t-shirt, slapped on a hat and slid on some sunscreen. My skin wasn’t designed to go bronze.
The bronze statue was perched in front of the capital building, gleaming in the evening sun’s rays. It was intimidating to look at for long, but for most it was a figure of justice to who entered. Today it did nothing for the lawyer as he took each step of white marble two at a time. Today was different, it wasn’t the weather or how he had gotten to work that day, it was something more of a sense. Something was in the air, stirring up problems and mayhem. Not a good feeling for a defense attorney.
A little less than gold, even silver. It’s what I am. Pegasus bronze scholarship, would’a loved gold, or silver. Means more money, maybe I wouldn’t have to work so much if I got a little more.
bronze skin, superficial personality, fake nails, fake skin, fake tits, fake hair
none of these things i have, why does he want me?
I’m not his type
he won’t stick around long
how long will intelligence and our connection last
over sex appeal and that trash?
the leaves bend and twist toward the dirt floor
bronze crinkles
yellow dances
orange swirls
like
confetti strewn about between the massive trees
tiny and lost they huddle together as world braces for the frosted winter
feet. I have bronze-colored feet. Which is expected, since it is summer.
I think of gymnastics and stuff. Oops i was on the phone in the middle of leaving a message so I couldn’t focus on this. I really miss gymnastics though. just for the record, ya know.
The color of his skin was a muted bronze. It reminded me of warm summers on the farm, when my skin would tan as I worked in the fields. It always used to irk my brother, the fact that I would tan so easily, but he would only burn.
Covered in bronze now, I watched my new coin fall between my fingers and land onto the ground next to the pile of dirt that had gathered around my feet. I had planned on flipping it into the open grave in my back yard to teach my old man that gambling wasn’t his real problem.
he wasn’t happy with it. it wasn’t exactly an unfortunate way for things to turn out. but at the same time, there wasn’t much to be said at this point; he’d done everything he could, he put in the work, and this was the outcome with which he would have to live for the rest of his life. but it was better than nothing, right?
thighs. statues. not good enough.
There once was a time when my pale skin was painted bronze. Countless summers of being out in the sweltering heat allowed my canvas to be engraced with millions of freckles and an orange-tint. However, the older I get the more my skin becomes sensitive to the sun and its’ overbearing rays. My flesh is a milky-white. My freckles become darker on top of my ghostly frame. I look as though as I reside in the United Kingdom. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The trophy was heavy in recognition of the great work I had done. But it was bronze and I had wanted gold. I lifted above my head to the cheers of the crowd. I glanced to my right and contemplated letting it slip from my hand and on to the toes of the person elevated above me, where I should have been standing.
She was fairly sure that the sky had never been that color before; a deep yellow, glowing– beautiful but surreal and somehow alarming. She stood on the front porch of her house, entranced but unsettled, and wondered how soon he would be back.
His eyes flashed – from green to firey bronze – as his talons clawed the knight’s eyes out.
Ah, bronze, the color of her hair when we first met, of course by the time of her and I had come to an end, her hair was light blonde, and it was just as pretty. Sometimes when I see the back of someones head with bronze hair, I almost get lost in the memories of her.
Bronze… third place. I experienced bronze a lot in my high school career. Not much gold, but a lot of bronze. I’ll take it! Better than nothing, I guess.
Bronze is statues. Third place. Those creepy little casts people make of their babies’ shoes. An Age. A color. Something you do at the beach. Generally, it’s a word that only immortalizes temporary things that don’t deserve to be immortalized.
The bronze soldier saw the dancing doll and fell in love immediately. He ran towards her and fell, breaking his leg. He was sad and she was dancing
He had a bronze tone to his skin, and when he looked at her, ~ she just melted like she was in a pot of hot melting bronze herself.
a sun god stands before you. he’ll hit you with poison arrows and you will falter, become the earth once more.
I am
a bronze goddess
trying to pass for gold
There’s just this agonizing pain that won’t go away. I see these tears dripping down my bronze skin and I hate it all. The weakness, the tears, and the color of my skin. No one knows “what” I am. I don’t even know.
The statue of bronze stood so high that I did not know how far to look in to the sky. So I tipped my head back and looked right into the eyes of that guy.