I took my dad’s convertable
without asking if I could
I took a ride
and started to slide
and I knew I be told you should
have asked for there are things
you have know like rings
you’re not alone
you’re not own your own
so ask next time for your own good
My mom had a convertible
it was a bmw
but she got ride of it
cuz she was going to have a baby
i loved that car
i drove it like i was some kind of superstar
with my sunglasses
and my hair and makeup all done up
i loved that convertible
it was only 2 seater
but only me and my mom rode in it.
One word, hmmm. It’s tough to write about it. What’s one word that keeps me going in life? Love probably, but maybe even not. It’s most definatly energy!
A car that is red driving down the road with a girl in the drivers seat. Her hair is flowing in the wind. She is driving through a city with people watching.
car had no top so he was cold and the van had a top so the other man was not cold because it is january and january is cold very very very very cold. so cold i could die. very very very very very very cold. freezing
This change. They don’t always change how we want them to, but in the trivial things like cars and sofa-beds, we can see something change from something to something else by OUR authority, by OUR will. When the world changes around us and we are helpless, turning the couch into a bed makes you God.
A duality. An object with an identity that can never be known. Like the universe we live in, we base our assumptions on the phenomenon we perceive. Unquestioning we accept it. Until it changes. Then we rationalize it.
Convertible
top down
hair flying
down the road
quickly
60 mph
foot on pedal
the rush of wind
through your body
time goes by
quickly
slowly
rushing past
car after car
mind going slowly
arm stretched outward
around his shoulder
time moves slowly
and then the light
everything stops
and the wind dies down
red light glaring
then
1-2-3
green
go
top down
hair flying
I AM SO SICK OF THIS WORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
convertible again? when i first discovered this site, i presumed it would be a different word every day. i planned to come and use it to limber up the mind before starting work. i come today, the second day, and it’s still the same word as yesterday. so here i am…limbering up my mind in advance of the day’s work. oh you’re a clever one, one day.
The establishment of this general principle of relativity is made easier by a fact of experience that has long been known, namely, that the weight and the inertia of a body are controlled by the same constant (equality of inertial and gravitational mass). This hasty consideration suggests that a general theory of relativity must supply the laws of gravitation, and the consistent following up of the idea has justified our hopes. But the path was thornier than one might suppose, because it demanded the abandonment of Euclidean geometry. This is what we mean when we talk of the ‘curvature of space’. The fundamental concepts of the ‘straight line’, the ‘plane’, etc., thereby lose their precise significance in physics.
In the general theory of relativity the doctrine of space and time, or kinematics, no longer figures as a fundamental independent of the rest of physics. The geometrical behaviour of bodies and the motion of clocks rather depend on gravitational fields which in their turn are produced by matter.
i don’t know what the meaning of convertible. I think that it means change or evrything,I can’t explain now.Oh,it’s very dificult to say about anything.
Why I think maybe 60 seconds passes.Doesn’t it?
The red Corvette was brand new and shiny. You could hear it from a mile away, zooming down the road. It’s chrome rims glistened in the sunlight and nearly blinded all of the bystanders.
The car glided nearly soundlessly along the midnight highway. The crunch of gravel under its wheel muted by the heavy, heavy darkness of the night. Headlights shot forward like long distances runners into the night.
he rode around in a red convertible porsche with the leather seats. I stood afar in shocked as i knew that he could’nt have possibly bought that car as he’s been poor for a long time.
Lily’s convertible sat abandoned on the M5. A police helicopter circled above, with three more patrol cars wending their way across the bridge to the scene.
thinking about convertible I think about a car, a red one, going fast on the highway, a blonde driving, people looking bad at her. she doesnt care, pumps up the music and drives on.
A halál csupán a kezdet!
Becsukod végleg szemed,
S nem látod már szeretteidet.
Meghalsz, de új életet kezdesz;
Egy új, boldog, békés életet!
A halál csupán a kezdet!
A halál csupán a kezdet!
Nem érzel kínt, csalódást sem,
Nem kerülsz bajba már, nem.
Nem üvölt szíved belseje,
Ha szerelmed rúg majd bele!
A halál csupán a kezdet!
there is a car. it has no top. the wind blows in my hair. whooosh. there is a person driving the car and i am sitting beside him. he is probably not my boyfriend, but he wants to impress me. I don’t like the feeling of the wind, but I do enjoy the freedom. I wonder what it would be like to lie down in the backseat and watch the world pass from a horizontal angle. I imagine it would be very beautiful and novel. I could probably write a poem about it. I would like that a lot. Cars don’t impress me much
Convertible? well How do I say it? its a car? right? didnt chvorlet start making them first? or am I just thinking about the corvette…they sound alike…I would fucking love a corvette…think how hot that would be…pretty fucking hot if I do say so myself….but thats just me…Wouldnt have to worry about a car…but the insurance would suck
but i don’t have sixty seconds; in the moment it takes to write the sentence about not having it, 15 seconds is gone. in the pause it takes to decide on the next sentence, another 15. in the series of moments and pauses, my life spans the bar from green to orange to red until i am one day left remembering some sunny afternoon spent on haight in san francisco, wondering if it ever happened, and dinnnng!!! the bell is rung, the jig is up.
he rolled up in the convertible way too early. but my papa was always eager with these things. sometimes i think he bought those cars specifically so i could use them for prom. i had barely woken up let alone even started to THINK about getting ready for a dance that started at nine. haha. this is going to be a loooong day.
When I was little, around second grade, I decided I wanted a convertible. A sparkly, pink barbie-esque convertible. I find it rather ridiculous now. I mean, I live in freaking Minnesota, why the hell would I want a convertible? Half of the year we’re digging our cars out of several feet of snow. What would be the point? It’s just silly. Or maybe I’m bitter. Who really knows?
Wow a convertible. I would like one one day. I would like to have a black one or dark blue. I want a lambroughini its cool in the doors open weird. Its a sexy car. how would you like to havea car like that humm. Convertible One day i wanted to have a convertible.
The wind was blowing through her air as she pressed down on the accelerator of her 1997 red chevy convertible. The machine sped into a high chase. It was never easy to keep track of her wayward fiance, but Cindy never tired of the chase.
Top down
Silly scarves flowing
I can’t remember the road behind
It’s funny I don’t care
Where it was
Or where it ends
When all I see is your smile
Beside me in the mirror.
I want to drive a red convertible, with the top always down, driving fast towards the summer sun with alternative music (the killers?) blaring. I want to be the girl with the handsome boyfriend and the pretty face and the good friends, and I want to drive to a beach and strip down to my bikini and dive into the water without being afraid it’ll get lodged up my nose, and without being afraid it’ll burn my eyes. I want it all, and at the same time I want to be here, at home, doing what I love most- writing. I can’t have both, but I can have it all, if I want.
Salmon is my favorite fish. You cannot drive a salmon to work–people look at you strangely, even though salmon can be converted into many other things, like other forms of salmon. This is why I purchased a convertible but secretly loathe it.
It was a sleek car, that convertible. Just as sleek and elegant as the driver sitting within. There was something sinfully deadly about both, something that seemed to connect the two with a line of kinship that obviously could not be easily sliced in two.
I took my dad’s convertable
without asking if I could
I took a ride
and started to slide
and I knew I be told you should
have asked for there are things
you have know like rings
you’re not alone
you’re not own your own
so ask next time for your own good
My mom had a convertible
it was a bmw
but she got ride of it
cuz she was going to have a baby
i loved that car
i drove it like i was some kind of superstar
with my sunglasses
and my hair and makeup all done up
i loved that convertible
it was only 2 seater
but only me and my mom rode in it.
Top down and hair blowing in the breeze. I felt so free as it blew away all the pain with each mile gained. My soul freeze.
One word, hmmm. It’s tough to write about it. What’s one word that keeps me going in life? Love probably, but maybe even not. It’s most definatly energy!
A car that is red driving down the road with a girl in the drivers seat. Her hair is flowing in the wind. She is driving through a city with people watching.
The convertible rolled by slowly past the yard, careful not to kick up the dust from the gravel road and cover the …
THeres no way that change is stopping
I feel the urge to run from safety
I’ve got to move
I’m not steady
I’m not available
I do change
There’s no such thing as tomorrow
There’s no such thing as yesterday
I’m adaptible
Yet I’m not convertible
car had no top so he was cold and the van had a top so the other man was not cold because it is january and january is cold very very very very cold. so cold i could die. very very very very very very cold. freezing
wind in the hair
such beautiful skys
girls with beautiful eyes
in my convertible
many sunsets
many stars
I have seen
in my car.
This change. They don’t always change how we want them to, but in the trivial things like cars and sofa-beds, we can see something change from something to something else by OUR authority, by OUR will. When the world changes around us and we are helpless, turning the couch into a bed makes you God.
A duality. An object with an identity that can never be known. Like the universe we live in, we base our assumptions on the phenomenon we perceive. Unquestioning we accept it. Until it changes. Then we rationalize it.
Convertible
top down
hair flying
down the road
quickly
60 mph
foot on pedal
the rush of wind
through your body
time goes by
quickly
slowly
rushing past
car after car
mind going slowly
arm stretched outward
around his shoulder
time moves slowly
and then the light
everything stops
and the wind dies down
red light glaring
then
1-2-3
green
go
top down
hair flying
I AM SO SICK OF THIS WORD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
convertible again? when i first discovered this site, i presumed it would be a different word every day. i planned to come and use it to limber up the mind before starting work. i come today, the second day, and it’s still the same word as yesterday. so here i am…limbering up my mind in advance of the day’s work. oh you’re a clever one, one day.
The establishment of this general principle of relativity is made easier by a fact of experience that has long been known, namely, that the weight and the inertia of a body are controlled by the same constant (equality of inertial and gravitational mass). This hasty consideration suggests that a general theory of relativity must supply the laws of gravitation, and the consistent following up of the idea has justified our hopes. But the path was thornier than one might suppose, because it demanded the abandonment of Euclidean geometry. This is what we mean when we talk of the ‘curvature of space’. The fundamental concepts of the ‘straight line’, the ‘plane’, etc., thereby lose their precise significance in physics.
In the general theory of relativity the doctrine of space and time, or kinematics, no longer figures as a fundamental independent of the rest of physics. The geometrical behaviour of bodies and the motion of clocks rather depend on gravitational fields which in their turn are produced by matter.
i don’t know what the meaning of convertible. I think that it means change or evrything,I can’t explain now.Oh,it’s very dificult to say about anything.
Why I think maybe 60 seconds passes.Doesn’t it?
something than i can change in diferents ways
A big van, the expression used in America.
The red Corvette was brand new and shiny. You could hear it from a mile away, zooming down the road. It’s chrome rims glistened in the sunlight and nearly blinded all of the bystanders.
The car glided nearly soundlessly along the midnight highway. The crunch of gravel under its wheel muted by the heavy, heavy darkness of the night. Headlights shot forward like long distances runners into the night.
he rode around in a red convertible porsche with the leather seats. I stood afar in shocked as i knew that he could’nt have possibly bought that car as he’s been poor for a long time.
Lily’s convertible sat abandoned on the M5. A police helicopter circled above, with three more patrol cars wending their way across the bridge to the scene.
“We have a possible jumper
thinking about convertible I think about a car, a red one, going fast on the highway, a blonde driving, people looking bad at her. she doesnt care, pumps up the music and drives on.
A halál csupán a kezdet!
Becsukod végleg szemed,
S nem látod már szeretteidet.
Meghalsz, de új életet kezdesz;
Egy új, boldog, békés életet!
A halál csupán a kezdet!
A halál csupán a kezdet!
Nem érzel kínt, csalódást sem,
Nem kerülsz bajba már, nem.
Nem üvölt szíved belseje,
Ha szerelmed rúg majd bele!
A halál csupán a kezdet!
i’m pretty sure this site gives the word convertible to everybody. is this a joke?
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Convertible? well How do I say it? its a car? right? didnt chvorlet start making them first? or am I just thinking about the corvette…they sound alike…I would fucking love a corvette…think how hot that would be…pretty fucking hot if I do say so myself….but thats just me…Wouldnt have to worry about a car…but the insurance would suck
phhh..what to say? California. wealth. luxury. sunshine. happiness. freedom.
I’d love to be with you in a convertible, swinging down 101 with the sun in our faces and the boys in the back.
… or I guess ..
flexible – to changes, to needs, to wants.. to lives demands.
to “convert” – willing to change?
but i don’t have sixty seconds; in the moment it takes to write the sentence about not having it, 15 seconds is gone. in the pause it takes to decide on the next sentence, another 15. in the series of moments and pauses, my life spans the bar from green to orange to red until i am one day left remembering some sunny afternoon spent on haight in san francisco, wondering if it ever happened, and dinnnng!!! the bell is rung, the jig is up.
he rolled up in the convertible way too early. but my papa was always eager with these things. sometimes i think he bought those cars specifically so i could use them for prom. i had barely woken up let alone even started to THINK about getting ready for a dance that started at nine. haha. this is going to be a loooong day.
When I was little, around second grade, I decided I wanted a convertible. A sparkly, pink barbie-esque convertible. I find it rather ridiculous now. I mean, I live in freaking Minnesota, why the hell would I want a convertible? Half of the year we’re digging our cars out of several feet of snow. What would be the point? It’s just silly. Or maybe I’m bitter. Who really knows?
He flew by in the yellow convertible and all I could think of was that yellow was such an ugly color and yet made me happy at the same time.
all around the world
Wow a convertible. I would like one one day. I would like to have a black one or dark blue. I want a lambroughini its cool in the doors open weird. Its a sexy car. how would you like to havea car like that humm. Convertible One day i wanted to have a convertible.
The wind was blowing through her air as she pressed down on the accelerator of her 1997 red chevy convertible. The machine sped into a high chase. It was never easy to keep track of her wayward fiance, but Cindy never tired of the chase.
Top down
Silly scarves flowing
I can’t remember the road behind
It’s funny I don’t care
Where it was
Or where it ends
When all I see is your smile
Beside me in the mirror.
I want to drive a red convertible, with the top always down, driving fast towards the summer sun with alternative music (the killers?) blaring. I want to be the girl with the handsome boyfriend and the pretty face and the good friends, and I want to drive to a beach and strip down to my bikini and dive into the water without being afraid it’ll get lodged up my nose, and without being afraid it’ll burn my eyes. I want it all, and at the same time I want to be here, at home, doing what I love most- writing. I can’t have both, but I can have it all, if I want.
Salmon is my favorite fish. You cannot drive a salmon to work–people look at you strangely, even though salmon can be converted into many other things, like other forms of salmon. This is why I purchased a convertible but secretly loathe it.
It was a sleek car, that convertible. Just as sleek and elegant as the driver sitting within. There was something sinfully deadly about both, something that seemed to connect the two with a line of kinship that obviously could not be easily sliced in two.