coal is the best thing since sliced bread, it is made out of natural products. coal is what bad children get in their stocking on christmas, so you better not be naughty. coal miners die regularly in horrible accidents that upset their families tremendously.
It is a sad world that such a useful item is so misunderstood. we could use coal and never have to worry about oil. It has brought us so much in the past it’s sad that we neglect it.
Black, blacker than anything you’ve ever seen. It’s all over his hands and under his fingernails, and it won’t come loose, not even after he scrubs them with the brush she uses for the iron pan.
When I get frusterated, I hit things in my anger. It’s as if a fire if lit in my eyes, and I eventually calm myself down, but that coal will always remain, until the next time I find anger in something else.
is the reason why there are industries is the reason why we have produtcs isthe reason why we polluhe reason tion is the reason why we have sicknhe reaons ess is the reason why we have hospitals is the reaon why we have people is the reasone ehy we have doctors is the reason why we have medical colleges is the reason why we have students is the reason why we have interest in the field is the reason why we are adolescent and confused is the reason why we are 17 is the reason why we grow is the reason why we are humans is the reason why we can think.
I looked into the bed of coal in the fireplace and thought about my life. I hated it. First my father left, then my mom dropped me off at her friends and never came back. I hated them, I hated her friends, I hated everyone I ever met in my life because they just didn’t understand.
this is the black stone like stuff that people use for fuel on fires – both in their living rooms and commercially to power coal power stations so everyone can use the electricity. It is made from old plants and vegetation.
coal black charcoal, its in my nose underground in the head the rocks the pressure, diamonds, coal turns into precious diamonds which aren’t really precious at all because there are tons of them, the only thing that makes them precious is the fact that money grubbing people controll their dispersment…. but coal, transformation, metamorphasis, death, and decay and fuel.
We watched as the big cranes dropped the coal from the trucks to the barges, and I wondered how much money was in the bits they dropped. I pictured the barges headed down the Illinois, full of fuel, and doubted many thought of its journey. I was glad to be on the deck of this boat instead of dirty and blackened by working there. But I thought about it next time I turned on the light.
My hands were coal black form the soot nothing. I tried very hard nothing.
I couldn’t save a scrap of my dignity as it was burned away by the flames of my comical failures.
Coughing, black dust. Unable to breath. This stuff is deadly. Not like a gunshot or a knife to the heart. There’s no visible threat– just the smell and a vague discomfort in my throat. My mind is not triggered to fear. But still it destroys you from the inside out. A disease you inhale.
Coal is black and a shape that resembles the baby of a square and a circle. Coal is what bad children get in their stockings at Christmas. Coal is a color that I love, I love to wear black with that silver accent embedded in it. Coal has been changed to Cole for a popular name.
coal is such a priceless commodity, yet it has cost many miners their lives. In a world that is always looking for innovative technologies in order to make energy more available and cheaper, we see that coal still is a valuable source for energy.
coal was something that was used to heat homes generally a long time ago. It could really make your house sooty. Children used to hang out near the railroad loading docks and near the tracks in order to pick up pieces that had fallen out. Homes in the north had coal bins outside their back doors. Sure did wreak havoc on miners mining the stuff. Black lung disease aka cancer.
coal burns and has fueled homes for years, it is essential and also is deadly, the thousands of people who have died for this damned substance in the underbelly of the world should not so easily be forgotten and yet where is coal now? not nearly as important as our precious crude oil, but as you can see thousands are dying for that cause as well, which makes us wonder, is it really worth all the cold for a little warmth?
I was just reading this article earlier about Big Coal, and their stubborn refusal to get with the times. They’ve got this farce called “clean coal”, an advertising campaign that means nothing, but is supposed to convince people– voters– that they’re trying to do something, that they’re more American, more wholesome, more family loving than they used to be– more cuddly. But the truth is they’re dinosaurs, and we need to do something about it.
Coal. Black. Heat. Smog. Pollution. Diamonds come from coal. Appallachia. Wales. Child labor. Coal towns. Poverty. Seems like coal can be cruel.
I have lots of associations I can make with Coal, but I can’t think of anything to write about it. I use to have a very old house that had a coal bin. I sometimes wondered how difficult it must have been to clean it out when they put in a gas furnance. What a job!
The night is dark.
Dark as coal still in the mine.
It’s cold, too, and the snow that should glitter with pure white is coal-black.
The streets are empty, except for the moan of the wind and one lone man.
And he is coal-black as well, but you can’t tell, not in this light.
Mines are full of coal and people buried in mines. Coal makes a good fuel but then it turns the sky black as well as lungs. I believe London used to love coal back in the day and that’s why they had black skies during the industrial revolution.
Kind of interesting because the same problem, along with other fossil fuels is hitting China nowadays. But anyway, I think I got the black lung pop.
the energy source which lead to the invention of engines and made the movement of the people fast and easy.. thus resulting in contraction of the whole world…
I worry what we will do when there is no more. Will we not exhaust the earth’s supply faster than it can be replenished? Aren’t fossil fuels a short-sighted resource when they take millions of years to produce? When will it be gone?
The black coal was left littering all over the ground. The explosion seemed to lift me up over the house, but really I was just a few feet from where I had started this morning. Black dust covering my face, my mouth. A fitting end to a days work.
CHANGE STUPID COAL!!!!!
ITS BEEN THE SAME WORD THE LAST 10 TEN TIMES I DID THIS!!!
COME ON!!!
I HAVE MORE TO OFFER THAN JUST COAL!!!!
TRY MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Trapped down here, trapped in all this black. shielded from the world in this cocoon of hate. Darkness here, but not for long. This match, i raise free, it’ll save me. Watch!
so I’m not really sure, how it started, you see. But I think I just did- I just began somehow, drawing people for profit. And now it’s just ridiculous, routine- I’m one of those people on trashy tourist sidewalks that’ll draw your picture in coal for ten bucks a minute.
soft, silky, smooth ride. Coal is the gentlest of the gentle. She’ll nuzzle you for a while, take the carrot delicately from your hand, and thank you with a soft nudge. Ride her over fields, jumps, breakneck speed, she asks for more. Wind in your face, the day is better with Coal.
black coal shimmering in the moonlight.
you paint my face
shadowing my eyes
hearing my breath
deep and heavy
Damn I’m deep.
coal is the best thing since sliced bread, it is made out of natural products. coal is what bad children get in their stocking on christmas, so you better not be naughty. coal miners die regularly in horrible accidents that upset their families tremendously.
It is a sad world that such a useful item is so misunderstood. we could use coal and never have to worry about oil. It has brought us so much in the past it’s sad that we neglect it.
Black, blacker than anything you’ve ever seen. It’s all over his hands and under his fingernails, and it won’t come loose, not even after he scrubs them with the brush she uses for the iron pan.
When I get frusterated, I hit things in my anger. It’s as if a fire if lit in my eyes, and I eventually calm myself down, but that coal will always remain, until the next time I find anger in something else.
is the reason why there are industries is the reason why we have produtcs isthe reason why we polluhe reason tion is the reason why we have sicknhe reaons ess is the reason why we have hospitals is the reaon why we have people is the reasone ehy we have doctors is the reason why we have medical colleges is the reason why we have students is the reason why we have interest in the field is the reason why we are adolescent and confused is the reason why we are 17 is the reason why we grow is the reason why we are humans is the reason why we can think.
I looked into the bed of coal in the fireplace and thought about my life. I hated it. First my father left, then my mom dropped me off at her friends and never came back. I hated them, I hated her friends, I hated everyone I ever met in my life because they just didn’t understand.
Like I said before, darling.
You’re coal.
Dark. Dull. Shining. Contradiction.
You fill my lungs and choke
Like so many dusty faces behind darkness.
With not a beam under the cover of caverns.
this is the black stone like stuff that people use for fuel on fires – both in their living rooms and commercially to power coal power stations so everyone can use the electricity. It is made from old plants and vegetation.
coal black charcoal, its in my nose underground in the head the rocks the pressure, diamonds, coal turns into precious diamonds which aren’t really precious at all because there are tons of them, the only thing that makes them precious is the fact that money grubbing people controll their dispersment…. but coal, transformation, metamorphasis, death, and decay and fuel.
We watched as the big cranes dropped the coal from the trucks to the barges, and I wondered how much money was in the bits they dropped. I pictured the barges headed down the Illinois, full of fuel, and doubted many thought of its journey. I was glad to be on the deck of this boat instead of dirty and blackened by working there. But I thought about it next time I turned on the light.
My hands were coal black form the soot nothing. I tried very hard nothing.
I couldn’t save a scrap of my dignity as it was burned away by the flames of my comical failures.
Coughing, black dust. Unable to breath. This stuff is deadly. Not like a gunshot or a knife to the heart. There’s no visible threat– just the smell and a vague discomfort in my throat. My mind is not triggered to fear. But still it destroys you from the inside out. A disease you inhale.
Coal is black and a shape that resembles the baby of a square and a circle. Coal is what bad children get in their stockings at Christmas. Coal is a color that I love, I love to wear black with that silver accent embedded in it. Coal has been changed to Cole for a popular name.
coal is such a priceless commodity, yet it has cost many miners their lives. In a world that is always looking for innovative technologies in order to make energy more available and cheaper, we see that coal still is a valuable source for energy.
Echoes from this hole
my voices and this coal
its black and quiet
i hate the silence
i dig my way through
in the end i see a view
its bright
bituminous. miners. stocking stuffer for bad boys and girls. black. shiny. heat.
coal miner’s daughter, an old chunk coal is a diamond in the rough, coal makes the fire warmer,
coal is black as night
coal was something that was used to heat homes generally a long time ago. It could really make your house sooty. Children used to hang out near the railroad loading docks and near the tracks in order to pick up pieces that had fallen out. Homes in the north had coal bins outside their back doors. Sure did wreak havoc on miners mining the stuff. Black lung disease aka cancer.
coal is formed from Earth. Black as the Night, Heavy as Iron, Sturdy as a Rock, and Smells.
Society wouldn’t have roads if it wasn’t for Coal.
black. a rock like thing
The light was broken — flickering from the heat of the fire. Ash covered everything, but that wasn’t much at the end of the day.
People claimed there was a Revolution happening. That this new idustrialization of the cities would make things better.
All she knew was the pain of the coals on her feet.
And she was starting to get too big for this. All she was doing now was pushing herself through the vents to clean the chimneys.
a piece of coal. used as energy to power machines, or a childs nightmare before christmas eve.
coal burns and has fueled homes for years, it is essential and also is deadly, the thousands of people who have died for this damned substance in the underbelly of the world should not so easily be forgotten and yet where is coal now? not nearly as important as our precious crude oil, but as you can see thousands are dying for that cause as well, which makes us wonder, is it really worth all the cold for a little warmth?
I was just reading this article earlier about Big Coal, and their stubborn refusal to get with the times. They’ve got this farce called “clean coal”, an advertising campaign that means nothing, but is supposed to convince people– voters– that they’re trying to do something, that they’re more American, more wholesome, more family loving than they used to be– more cuddly. But the truth is they’re dinosaurs, and we need to do something about it.
Coal. Black. Heat. Smog. Pollution. Diamonds come from coal. Appallachia. Wales. Child labor. Coal towns. Poverty. Seems like coal can be cruel.
I have lots of associations I can make with Coal, but I can’t think of anything to write about it. I use to have a very old house that had a coal bin. I sometimes wondered how difficult it must have been to clean it out when they put in a gas furnance. What a job!
perhaps. perhaps. perhaps.
it is all i deserve.
The night is dark.
Dark as coal still in the mine.
It’s cold, too, and the snow that should glitter with pure white is coal-black.
The streets are empty, except for the moan of the wind and one lone man.
And he is coal-black as well, but you can’t tell, not in this light.
Turd cutter
Balloon knot
Sphincter
Anus
Chocolate starfish
…Coal hole!
Mines are full of coal and people buried in mines. Coal makes a good fuel but then it turns the sky black as well as lungs. I believe London used to love coal back in the day and that’s why they had black skies during the industrial revolution.
Kind of interesting because the same problem, along with other fossil fuels is hitting China nowadays. But anyway, I think I got the black lung pop.
the deepest black of coal is nothing, unlit, and able to fire, for a duration, to heat and soothe, to hold itself while it consumes itself & others
the energy source which lead to the invention of engines and made the movement of the people fast and easy.. thus resulting in contraction of the whole world…
I worry what we will do when there is no more. Will we not exhaust the earth’s supply faster than it can be replenished? Aren’t fossil fuels a short-sighted resource when they take millions of years to produce? When will it be gone?
The black coal was left littering all over the ground. The explosion seemed to lift me up over the house, but really I was just a few feet from where I had started this morning. Black dust covering my face, my mouth. A fitting end to a days work.
CHANGE STUPID COAL!!!!!
ITS BEEN THE SAME WORD THE LAST 10 TEN TIMES I DID THIS!!!
COME ON!!!
I HAVE MORE TO OFFER THAN JUST COAL!!!!
TRY MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Trapped down here, trapped in all this black. shielded from the world in this cocoon of hate. Darkness here, but not for long. This match, i raise free, it’ll save me. Watch!
so I’m not really sure, how it started, you see. But I think I just did- I just began somehow, drawing people for profit. And now it’s just ridiculous, routine- I’m one of those people on trashy tourist sidewalks that’ll draw your picture in coal for ten bucks a minute.
Her coal black eyes stared back at me, the same soulless gray as factory smoke.
soft, silky, smooth ride. Coal is the gentlest of the gentle. She’ll nuzzle you for a while, take the carrot delicately from your hand, and thank you with a soft nudge. Ride her over fields, jumps, breakneck speed, she asks for more. Wind in your face, the day is better with Coal.
one day i walked apon a mountain of coal, and i used that coal to fuel the fires of hell so that one day me and my crew can take over the world