Clara felt that she should be nervous for their first performance, but found it hard to be so when she saw the instruments the musicians were using. Made from the copper pipes from the cooling systems of the transport ships, they were always a reminder that everything in their lives here was makeshift, a compromise; and that everything they had was a valuable resource that they had to fight for, to share with, or take from someone else. That realisation made everything seem more precious to her. As time went on, the colonists settled in to their new lifestyle, but there were the inevitable doubts. One rumour had started about an alien being that was watching them from the dark zone, but the Committee had dismissed it as an airbag from a landing vessel that had been taken by the wind and given a life of its own. Even among the highest ranking intellects they had chosen, there was superstition; – a side effect of the creative minds they had sought to include in the colony population.
there it is! copper. I’ve been searching for it and I’ve finally found it. I can finally buy a house and maybe a farm. I’m saved! I’m saved from my poor life.
when you petina copper,
you formulate a prison out of chemistry.
you hold her sharp orange young
between welding pliars
and poison her surface.
green, sick, and born anew
She stood on the edge of copper canyon and felt the breeze blowing through her hair as she watched two eagles soaring through the clouds. Her spirit soared with them.
The mine was slowly being populated. The king needed more weapons, so they had to mine more copper. One miner suddenly fell to the ground. He was dead.
The king was sitting in his room. A person cam eup from behind. The axe in the king’s back was… copper.
I gruvene i Bolivia utvinner dei koppar. Dei har store hattar, solbrune andlet og fargerrike kjoler. Dei er fattige, nokre har blikk som er prega av det. Det er kaldt i gatene, frost om natta. På dagen går dei til jobb, hoppar opp på lasteplana på bilane og lar seg bli køyrt til dei kalde, harde gruvene
last summer i met a sailor boy with copper skin and blue, blue eyes. every morning he would walk alone on the docks, and at night he would trudge home with saltwater in his hair.
Yusei ran his hand over Ushio’s copper-colored cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over the scar under his left eye. “How about getting to know me better?” He leaned in again.
“Stop,” Ushio said, pushing him back once more, “stop right now.”
But Yusei didn’t stop this time. He slipped past his large hands and kissed him.
The strange metallic Gem turned around.
“Who’s there?”, she said in a brassy voice.
” Copper… Copper…” a voice whispered.
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“Half should be enough,” you told me, drunk on your success but mostly on the bottle of cheap citrus vodka littering the glass. “More than enough under these circumstances.”
I ignored you, as I tended to do back then, and filled the cup before dumping it all on your hair.
Copper is the name of the sink bowl color I wanted in the bathroom. A beautiful, expensive choice for our new home. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the choice. He didn’t give me the choice. “Plain Jane” was the way to go, the cheaper, more practical option. The only plausible. No risks taken. Simple. Easy. Boring.
Hair. The color of new pennies or warm caramel. Copper hair. Shining beautiful in the sun. Matching burnt amber eyes and freckles and the most genuine smile.
I could see the copper bristling from the broken cord, threatening to electrocute anyone who touched it. It was a live wire – no doubt about it. Now it was a matter of turning off the machine without getting everyone involved angry. Yes, ladies and gentleman – I had to turn off the most popular game in the arcade because some properly sized rodent had gnawed on the cord and exposed the raw, vulnerable metals underneath. This was going to be “fun.”
How my mouth tastes when I’m in desperate fear. It’s the taste that filled my mouth before I got in my car wreck. It’s the taste whenever I’m in complete fear of my life.
a penny on the ground,
face up,
is lucky,
but what happens when someone turns it over,
does that mean the luck is gone,
or just that someone can
make their own.
The tears and blood mixed together on the glass overlay on the old yet refurbished furniture piece, no matter the condition, was now stained forever with the events that ensued the delicate body falling victim to her own demons.
It’s what pennies are made of. Not dreams. Well, maybe some people’s. Maybe a copper miner. I wonder how copper is mined. I’ll probably google it after this. Lincoln is on the penny. I wonder if he particularly liked copper. Doesn’t seem to be a popular metal for jewelry…Hmm. I bet copper has a great Wikipedia entry. Well, I’m off to Wikipedia some copper.
The penny left a metallic taste in my mouth. Where else should I have put it? My pockets were full of bread and newspaper clippings, poverty and hope. I had to save it for my future.
I look at her hair, a bright coppery shade. As she comes closer, however, I notice a scent, again, coppery, like the smell of blood. No, she is no vampire. This is weird. And melodramatic.
Crumbling and destroying is easy, but it never happens in a matter of seconds. Some things might break in moments, but many will test your patience. Depends on what you choose, to go the easier way and tear and lose all that you value, or challenge yourself with a trickier task and employ yourself into breaking the impossible.
The gears kept spinning. Clockwork gazed at them, wide-eyed and filled with wonder.
She’d been protecting these gears for…geez, centuries now. It was hard to believe she managed to keep them running for so long.
She smirked to herself and put her hands on her hips. “Well, looks like it’s time for another tune-up.”
Just as glistening copper fades to a sickly green, our once brilliant, beaming love corroded into ill hue that no polish could ever restore.
Clara felt that she should be nervous for their first performance, but found it hard to be so when she saw the instruments the musicians were using. Made from the copper pipes from the cooling systems of the transport ships, they were always a reminder that everything in their lives here was makeshift, a compromise; and that everything they had was a valuable resource that they had to fight for, to share with, or take from someone else. That realisation made everything seem more precious to her. As time went on, the colonists settled in to their new lifestyle, but there were the inevitable doubts. One rumour had started about an alien being that was watching them from the dark zone, but the Committee had dismissed it as an airbag from a landing vessel that had been taken by the wind and given a life of its own. Even among the highest ranking intellects they had chosen, there was superstition; – a side effect of the creative minds they had sought to include in the colony population.
there it is! copper. I’ve been searching for it and I’ve finally found it. I can finally buy a house and maybe a farm. I’m saved! I’m saved from my poor life.
when you petina copper,
you formulate a prison out of chemistry.
you hold her sharp orange young
between welding pliars
and poison her surface.
green, sick, and born anew
I don’t know this word.
what is this?
She stood on the edge of copper canyon and felt the breeze blowing through her hair as she watched two eagles soaring through the clouds. Her spirit soared with them.
does it mean anything?
copper
better than nothing or
The mine was slowly being populated. The king needed more weapons, so they had to mine more copper. One miner suddenly fell to the ground. He was dead.
The king was sitting in his room. A person cam eup from behind. The axe in the king’s back was… copper.
I gruvene i Bolivia utvinner dei koppar. Dei har store hattar, solbrune andlet og fargerrike kjoler. Dei er fattige, nokre har blikk som er prega av det. Det er kaldt i gatene, frost om natta. På dagen går dei til jobb, hoppar opp på lasteplana på bilane og lar seg bli køyrt til dei kalde, harde gruvene
last summer i met a sailor boy with copper skin and blue, blue eyes. every morning he would walk alone on the docks, and at night he would trudge home with saltwater in his hair.
Yusei ran his hand over Ushio’s copper-colored cheek, his thumb gently rubbing over the scar under his left eye. “How about getting to know me better?” He leaned in again.
“Stop,” Ushio said, pushing him back once more, “stop right now.”
But Yusei didn’t stop this time. He slipped past his large hands and kissed him.
The scent of copper
Fills her mind
She didn’t know how much blood there was
In a body
But there was so much of it
Far, far
Too much
To ever put back in
The way it pooled at her knees
And covered her hands
As she froze there
Over him
It had been an accident
Only an accident
The strange metallic Gem turned around.
“Who’s there?”, she said in a brassy voice.
” Copper… Copper…” a voice whispered.
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“Half should be enough,” you told me, drunk on your success but mostly on the bottle of cheap citrus vodka littering the glass. “More than enough under these circumstances.”
I ignored you, as I tended to do back then, and filled the cup before dumping it all on your hair.
Hair. Copper hair. Glowing in the sun as it sets. Warm smile. Freckles. A gentle laugh. Happiness in an innocent and gentle form.
Copper is the name of the sink bowl color I wanted in the bathroom. A beautiful, expensive choice for our new home. Unfortunately, I didn’t get the choice. He didn’t give me the choice. “Plain Jane” was the way to go, the cheaper, more practical option. The only plausible. No risks taken. Simple. Easy. Boring.
Where is the spontaneity?
Hair. The color of new pennies or warm caramel. Copper hair. Shining beautiful in the sun. Matching burnt amber eyes and freckles and the most genuine smile.
I could see the copper bristling from the broken cord, threatening to electrocute anyone who touched it. It was a live wire – no doubt about it. Now it was a matter of turning off the machine without getting everyone involved angry. Yes, ladies and gentleman – I had to turn off the most popular game in the arcade because some properly sized rodent had gnawed on the cord and exposed the raw, vulnerable metals underneath. This was going to be “fun.”
“See a penny, pick it up.”
Free form. Free mind.
Connection, direction, dot to dot.
Pop. Pip. Pop.
How many bullets in a Walther PPK?
6 in the chest. 1 in the mind.
How my mouth tastes when I’m in desperate fear. It’s the taste that filled my mouth before I got in my car wreck. It’s the taste whenever I’m in complete fear of my life.
well when i saw that word i’ve just thinked about a rock star that my sister have shown me when i was fifteen
alice
a penny on the ground,
face up,
is lucky,
but what happens when someone turns it over,
does that mean the luck is gone,
or just that someone can
make their own.
Boing.
The tears and blood mixed together on the glass overlay on the old yet refurbished furniture piece, no matter the condition, was now stained forever with the events that ensued the delicate body falling victim to her own demons.
It’s what pennies are made of. Not dreams. Well, maybe some people’s. Maybe a copper miner. I wonder how copper is mined. I’ll probably google it after this. Lincoln is on the penny. I wonder if he particularly liked copper. Doesn’t seem to be a popular metal for jewelry…Hmm. I bet copper has a great Wikipedia entry. Well, I’m off to Wikipedia some copper.
The penny left a metallic taste in my mouth. Where else should I have put it? My pockets were full of bread and newspaper clippings, poverty and hope. I had to save it for my future.
copper is a really nice metal. i love copper. its my best friend.
go the coppermeister
go go go for the honour of copperdude
copperinock yea
Usado em quase tudo. Desde encanamento até o 3º lugar das olimpíadas. Meu Deus, eu confundi cobre com bronze!
Penny penny pennies.. Many many many.
Dollar becomes dollars, nikes become Bentley
I look at her hair, a bright coppery shade. As she comes closer, however, I notice a scent, again, coppery, like the smell of blood. No, she is no vampire. This is weird. And melodramatic.
Crumbling and destroying is easy, but it never happens in a matter of seconds. Some things might break in moments, but many will test your patience. Depends on what you choose, to go the easier way and tear and lose all that you value, or challenge yourself with a trickier task and employ yourself into breaking the impossible.
The gears kept spinning. Clockwork gazed at them, wide-eyed and filled with wonder.
She’d been protecting these gears for…geez, centuries now. It was hard to believe she managed to keep them running for so long.
She smirked to herself and put her hands on her hips. “Well, looks like it’s time for another tune-up.”