I stared at the chrome yellow color of her dress with envy. Why couldn’t I be the one wearing it? Why couldn’t I enjoy wearing things like that? I must have looked awkward for she stepped away from me with sudden annoyance, foot tapping the ground and hands on he hips.
Chrome rome
Only could think of things that could rhyme
Or the kind of flashy lights
You see outside places
Where there are usually things
I cannot afford
Not cos i cannot buy
But because
I don’t know
What’s the point of it
In my life
A silvery metal, usually used to give a smart look to car and motorcycle trims, such as bumpers, door sills, handlebars and exhaust pipes. Also used on a variety of kitchen items
there i lay staring at the chrome sky, at the time is seemed completely natural that sky was chrome. However as the momements passed I began to realize that something was completely out of place.
He sped down the highway, top down, upholstery rippling in the wind. He just came back from the shop with his new rims, shiny chrome reflecting the essence of the summer’s day.
shiny on a bicycle chrome rome is spelt at the end of it it ryhmes with bone, or alone. i think it has something to do with metal or something like that i dont know am i meant to describe it or write about it or what??!!! idk xx Emily xx
My flesh brushes the heated chrome, the smell of singed hair and deformed epidurals wafts is the air like floret ash. I ride my breaks like a 16 year old approaching his first “score;” perhaps with too much pressure. As my face approaches the unforgiving asphalt a moment is all I have to wonder if my cheeks will look more like a pocked moon surface or Mississippi mudslide.
My flesh brushes the heated chrome, the smell of singed hair and deformed epidurals wafts is the air like floret ash. I rider my breaks like a 16 year old approaching his first “score;” perhaps with too much pressure. As my face approaches the unforgiving asphalt a moment is all I have to wonder if my cheeks will look more like pocked moon surface or Mississippi mudslide.
I can see it in the future- a dull, unhealthy shine everywhere you look, as if glossy magazines, cell phones, and laptops weren’t enough. And I guess they weren’t, now that it’s everywhere.
It’s on our clothes, our food, our everything.
Chrome. I remember my english test in 9th grade. We had to define the word chrome and i had absolutely no idea what it meant. chrome… color. It always reminds me of a car, the word chrome that is. I’m not really sure why. Chroooooooooooooooome.
chrome chrome
four wheels chrome
sitting outside of your mothers home
chrome chrome
somethings wrong
people starving in the streets
their bellies groan
people dying in the streets lonely all alone
spinning wheels drive by
all four wheels chrome
There, on top of his head, was a helmet that glistened like chrome, and demanded attention, to be taken seriously. It was as if he’d been a timid, fragile-like child the previous day, but emerged from his home today a new person, invulnerable to criticism, immune to pain tossed at him by bullies and ne’er-do-wells.
Tables and chairs at the 50’s diner. Fender Benders, in Glendora with my crazy crazy grandmother. She thought I was being Buddhist, but I really just like incense. A very Christian lady… crazy crazy grandmother. Whenever I see chrome I think of my reflection in the table legs after I wiped them down with a moist towelette. “To keep away germs,” she said.
Maybe she’s not real anymore. Maybe everything essential about her has been buffed down and painted over, until she’s nothing but a brightly colored joke. People marvel when she walks by, at least until they return to their sanity and start to laugh.
chrome is one of those shiny things that catches the attention of a child or a man every time. chrome boobs would attract men more than just about anything I imagine, tho chrome legos would probably work better for kids.
Chrome reminds me of cars and google. Metallic colors, shiny, secure, smooth, beautiful google. Bentley ornaments glittering, rappers rapping, blinging. Sophisticated Mercedes finishes nestled between dials and dashboards. Chrome is all about hate or love presence that you cannot miss.
The motorcycle sat there on the kickstand, the sunlight shining fof of the chrome pipes and updates like the glare of an angry diety. The rumble of the engine matched the majesty of the brightness, casting fear and humilty before it like Johnny Appleseed scattering his namesake around the countryside.
I wanted to see the chrome plating on my new bike, but the shop was closed, and all I could do was stare through the glass, fogging it with my breath and praying for the day I could buy that bike and ride it home.
Nice and shiny – a bumper on a car perhaps. A little rust turning orange in the corner. My reflection – a little smile, or is it a frown? The chrome on a motorbike, racing down the road, the sun glinting off.
Chrome is shinny. Chome is bright. Chrome is the name of Google’s browser. Chrome on a car makes it look expensive. But, under neath is the same rusty iron. Chrome, a thin vanier of shinniness on an otherwise rusty world.
Ein wunderbares Auto, wunderbar stark, wunderbar schnittig, einfach wunderbar und unbezwingbar.
Wir nennen es einen rollenden Panzer, ein Panzer mit Grazie, ja, wirklich und definiv ohne Scheiß!
Ja, so nennen wir das Gefährt und deshalb sind wir stolz, dafür leben wir, mit Stolz, unserem Charme + Melone.
well chrome for me is a substance, a kind of steel which makes me think about cars and bikes, pretty expensive. actually this word sucks for writing about it.
It was a silly day for me to forget my arm. I mean I’d remembered everything else, including all the weird looking accessories for my head. The doctor had told me that they were all neccessary, but I seriously doubt any of them were a usefull a fucking left arm!
Is a color. Rather, a definition that color is there. Also of shininess, and metal. What more can I say? That the absence of it leaves you in black and white.
He couldn’t decide on the extras. How about bucket seats? Did he really want a dashboard refrigerator? What about a laser-guided horn? Would the seat belts be chains or licorice? How about the interior roof–did he want a copy of Guernica or just some sprayed graffiti? A chandelier dome light? And would a chrome steering wheel be too slippery?
chrome is silver, silver is chrome, silver is not gold, and gold is not chrome. chrome lines the streets with the metal of our times, chrome lines the skies with the smoke of our chimes. chrome is enlightening, chrome is inspiring, chrome is the home of the cake i’m admiring. please, make my life chrome, a chrome life is what i seek, i want to be chrome. shiny, exuberant. not gold or silver but chrome.
i hurried down the hall and found myself in a room ive never seen,it was all shiny chrome and white walls.cold and sterile.there was movment,it took me a second to realize it was my reflection,a large mirrior hung oppsite the door.i could’t even recgonize myself in this getup .I had to wonder,is this really me? I steped closer,ran my fingers along my face.what have they turned me into,all made up and shiny and plastic like this fake chrome mirrior i suddenly wanted to break that mirror into amillion little bits.I swiftly turned and made my way to the wash room determined to scrub away this mockery of what i stand for,damn whatever happens.
there is a kitchen cabinet that loves to giggle. it is used to its neighbors outshining it, but it knows that in the end there will be nothing but another day with them all existing in the same place, used by the same people. Another day,
silver, shiny. like the butterfly in the sun, and then it screams when the sun burns its wings, and the chrome of all life begins to rust. and then nothing is left, but dust.
i dont know what chrome means. Im swiss an my language is german. i like to write on english i seems like i learned the las few years something. Probably it isnt interesting but this sixty seconds are just wonderfull,
In different shades of luminescent brightness it shines. Come to me in the dark and make a vibrant sound through the night.
I stared at the chrome yellow color of her dress with envy. Why couldn’t I be the one wearing it? Why couldn’t I enjoy wearing things like that? I must have looked awkward for she stepped away from me with sudden annoyance, foot tapping the ground and hands on he hips.
chrome silver in colour used on cars to make them look spiffy silver in colour
Chrome rome
Only could think of things that could rhyme
Or the kind of flashy lights
You see outside places
Where there are usually things
I cannot afford
Not cos i cannot buy
But because
I don’t know
What’s the point of it
In my life
A silvery metal, usually used to give a smart look to car and motorcycle trims, such as bumpers, door sills, handlebars and exhaust pipes. Also used on a variety of kitchen items
there i lay staring at the chrome sky, at the time is seemed completely natural that sky was chrome. However as the momements passed I began to realize that something was completely out of place.
He sped down the highway, top down, upholstery rippling in the wind. He just came back from the shop with his new rims, shiny chrome reflecting the essence of the summer’s day.
shiny on a bicycle chrome rome is spelt at the end of it it ryhmes with bone, or alone. i think it has something to do with metal or something like that i dont know am i meant to describe it or write about it or what??!!! idk xx Emily xx
My flesh brushes the heated chrome, the smell of singed hair and deformed epidurals wafts is the air like floret ash. I ride my breaks like a 16 year old approaching his first “score;” perhaps with too much pressure. As my face approaches the unforgiving asphalt a moment is all I have to wonder if my cheeks will look more like a pocked moon surface or Mississippi mudslide.
My flesh brushes the heated chrome, the smell of singed hair and deformed epidurals wafts is the air like floret ash. I rider my breaks like a 16 year old approaching his first “score;” perhaps with too much pressure. As my face approaches the unforgiving asphalt a moment is all I have to wonder if my cheeks will look more like pocked moon surface or Mississippi mudslide.
I can see it in the future- a dull, unhealthy shine everywhere you look, as if glossy magazines, cell phones, and laptops weren’t enough. And I guess they weren’t, now that it’s everywhere.
It’s on our clothes, our food, our everything.
Chrome. I remember my english test in 9th grade. We had to define the word chrome and i had absolutely no idea what it meant. chrome… color. It always reminds me of a car, the word chrome that is. I’m not really sure why. Chroooooooooooooooome.
chrome is inside the chromosome, or not?
chrome chrome
four wheels chrome
sitting outside of your mothers home
chrome chrome
somethings wrong
people starving in the streets
their bellies groan
people dying in the streets lonely all alone
spinning wheels drive by
all four wheels chrome
There, on top of his head, was a helmet that glistened like chrome, and demanded attention, to be taken seriously. It was as if he’d been a timid, fragile-like child the previous day, but emerged from his home today a new person, invulnerable to criticism, immune to pain tossed at him by bullies and ne’er-do-wells.
metal
grey
furniture
beautiful
Tables and chairs at the 50’s diner. Fender Benders, in Glendora with my crazy crazy grandmother. She thought I was being Buddhist, but I really just like incense. A very Christian lady… crazy crazy grandmother. Whenever I see chrome I think of my reflection in the table legs after I wiped them down with a moist towelette. “To keep away germs,” she said.
Maybe she’s not real anymore. Maybe everything essential about her has been buffed down and painted over, until she’s nothing but a brightly colored joke. People marvel when she walks by, at least until they return to their sanity and start to laugh.
chrome is one of those shiny things that catches the attention of a child or a man every time. chrome boobs would attract men more than just about anything I imagine, tho chrome legos would probably work better for kids.
Chrome reminds me of cars and google. Metallic colors, shiny, secure, smooth, beautiful google. Bentley ornaments glittering, rappers rapping, blinging. Sophisticated Mercedes finishes nestled between dials and dashboards. Chrome is all about hate or love presence that you cannot miss.
Chrome is Google’s web browser.
The motorcycle sat there on the kickstand, the sunlight shining fof of the chrome pipes and updates like the glare of an angry diety. The rumble of the engine matched the majesty of the brightness, casting fear and humilty before it like Johnny Appleseed scattering his namesake around the countryside.
I wanted to see the chrome plating on my new bike, but the shop was closed, and all I could do was stare through the glass, fogging it with my breath and praying for the day I could buy that bike and ride it home.
Nice and shiny – a bumper on a car perhaps. A little rust turning orange in the corner. My reflection – a little smile, or is it a frown? The chrome on a motorbike, racing down the road, the sun glinting off.
Chrome is shinny. Chome is bright. Chrome is the name of Google’s browser. Chrome on a car makes it look expensive. But, under neath is the same rusty iron. Chrome, a thin vanier of shinniness on an otherwise rusty world.
The city was black and dark and rainy and shining, and to Roxas it was home.
MonochromeChek
Chrome is about 9 miles north of Elk Creek.
Ein wunderbares Auto, wunderbar stark, wunderbar schnittig, einfach wunderbar und unbezwingbar.
Wir nennen es einen rollenden Panzer, ein Panzer mit Grazie, ja, wirklich und definiv ohne Scheiß!
Ja, so nennen wir das Gefährt und deshalb sind wir stolz, dafür leben wir, mit Stolz, unserem Charme + Melone.
well chrome for me is a substance, a kind of steel which makes me think about cars and bikes, pretty expensive. actually this word sucks for writing about it.
My coolest, and yet most embarrassing bike, was a massive chrome dragster. I rode it once, to the shops, and never again since.
It was a silly day for me to forget my arm. I mean I’d remembered everything else, including all the weird looking accessories for my head. The doctor had told me that they were all neccessary, but I seriously doubt any of them were a usefull a fucking left arm!
Anyway, I missed the bus freaking out about it.
Chrome is very shiny, it has sparkles inside.
you get chrome on all sorts of things, on cars taps ect.
i donn’t like it that much.
Is a color. Rather, a definition that color is there. Also of shininess, and metal. What more can I say? That the absence of it leaves you in black and white.
He couldn’t decide on the extras. How about bucket seats? Did he really want a dashboard refrigerator? What about a laser-guided horn? Would the seat belts be chains or licorice? How about the interior roof–did he want a copy of Guernica or just some sprayed graffiti? A chandelier dome light? And would a chrome steering wheel be too slippery?
chrome is silver, silver is chrome, silver is not gold, and gold is not chrome. chrome lines the streets with the metal of our times, chrome lines the skies with the smoke of our chimes. chrome is enlightening, chrome is inspiring, chrome is the home of the cake i’m admiring. please, make my life chrome, a chrome life is what i seek, i want to be chrome. shiny, exuberant. not gold or silver but chrome.
i hurried down the hall and found myself in a room ive never seen,it was all shiny chrome and white walls.cold and sterile.there was movment,it took me a second to realize it was my reflection,a large mirrior hung oppsite the door.i could’t even recgonize myself in this getup .I had to wonder,is this really me? I steped closer,ran my fingers along my face.what have they turned me into,all made up and shiny and plastic like this fake chrome mirrior i suddenly wanted to break that mirror into amillion little bits.I swiftly turned and made my way to the wash room determined to scrub away this mockery of what i stand for,damn whatever happens.
there is a kitchen cabinet that loves to giggle. it is used to its neighbors outshining it, but it knows that in the end there will be nothing but another day with them all existing in the same place, used by the same people. Another day,
silver, shiny. like the butterfly in the sun, and then it screams when the sun burns its wings, and the chrome of all life begins to rust. and then nothing is left, but dust.
i dont know what chrome means. Im swiss an my language is german. i like to write on english i seems like i learned the las few years something. Probably it isnt interesting but this sixty seconds are just wonderfull,