copper beeches, that was sherlock holmes. i only read the title though–not the actual story. i should read more. i should edit more. i should not be so stifled or something. but goddam, whats a boy to do in this world to be happy? i don’t know.
The long barrel was pressed against the skull of the king. Everything was quiet; not a thing moved. Everyone waited, watching. There was a blast, and a man changed the world with a copper bullet.
Copper is a metal that is used to make pennies. It costs more to make a penny then it is actually worth. The homeless guy from The Wire, Bubble, stole copper pipes from vacant buildings.
the old copper pot was worn. it sat on the stovetop on the right corner burner as always, but things were different. you could feel it in the air. without her here in the house that we called home, everything felt cold.
Copper leaves fall of the tree. Floating down and down. When they touch the ground they flip over revealing a dull side. I bent down to flip it over so that the ground will be made of copper.
the crimson liquid smelt like copper,
the only thing I could see and smell in the dark dank room.
All I can hear are the terrifying screams,
of the lost spirits that torment me.
The hard damp floor,
is the only thing I can feel.
My body’s numb.
Give us a copper, will ya, coppers for the babby – go on love. Thos shawlies used to scare me in the back streets when I was little and they were threatening. Go on love, go on love, I hope it chokes ya!
I once pulled copper wire with ten men all around me as if we were in a chain gang. We all pulled to a beat we made up in our heads because the wire was hard to pull.
Copper; that was really the only way to describe his hair. It was… metallic. I know, sounds really bizarre, huh? To think that I would be so eaily distracted by some mere BOYwith red… but not so red hair. I mean, come on, Me, the one who has never deviated from her studies and goals. Me, silly little, logical and conservationally thinking me. I’m rambling I know. But i figure i should end this letter and tell you; I have a date next Friday with this copper boy.
copper is the penny you gave me with the kindest look in your eyes.
the penny i still keep on my bedside table and wish on at night, when the sun goes down.
Copper is something that hurts when you cut your finger on it. It’s malleable when melted and reminds me of Abraham Lincoln. Also, my aunt had a dog named Copper. I think he was a beagle.
copper shines underneath the ground. copper runs over a log. copper, reppoc. repacalyptica. copper came from somewhere else, and we should go live there. i buy my belongings with copper, but when will copper be my belonging and what then?
The tang in my mouth. I hurt so bad, but I wouldn’t let him hear how what he was doing actually affected me. So my teeth bit down into my lip, bringing blood and causing swelling.
He told me I wanted it.
Told me that I deserved it. But he was wrong. No one deserves to feel like that.
No one deserves to have that happen. But he always said I was a nobody, a no one. Sometimes I wonder if he was right.
The penny fell and as I watched it the room spun rapidly. I fell, right next to it and looking up I could see her face pouring down on me. This was insane.
Copper is a metal, an often undervalued one at that. If people were to take all the copper out of their scraps around the house over the years, they could all make a ton of money. But noooooo…. god forbid we actually live by the 3 R’s… that would just be stupid.
the copper wires followed along with the tracks,and she wondered,as she walked, if there was a way for her to tap into these lines and call for rescue.probably not.her utility belt had food{if you counted powerful girl bars and powerful girl energy drinks as food-she did},and a few other useful items..like-hello!she unhooked her cape.it turned into a knee length hoodie…what other wonderful things had she forgotten?!?
“Brass,” he pointed out, “is the Victorian Era’s omnipresent decorative metal. Composed of Cu and Zn, you know? Very cheap, for something so fancy looking.”
His friend wasn’t all too interested, but added, for the sake of small-talk: “Doesn’t Zn rust like hell?”
“Hypothetically speaking, if there were a hell, there wouldn’t be any rusting.”
“Because of the fusion point?” he rolled his eyes at the failed joke.”Just admit you forgot to review the oxidation parts and stop hypothesizing.”
It shone. Not from reflections of glittering lights- but something from the inside lit this object.
Smiling with its very own mystery.
Begging questions with no answers.
We spent the day scouring the streets for bright copper pennies. I’ll never forget, not for as long as I live. He would find one and then press it into my hand with a smile that said “this is for you”.
At first, copper does not seem as good as gold or smooth like silver, but if you take a closer look. It is so much more beautiful. That honey like color, the wear that goes with it… unmatched. So, it may have less value, but it is just <3.
I could have watched my dad fix those pipes forever. Just watching him at work made me feel like I would be able to grow up to be just like him. Strong, family orientated, happy. that’s all i really wanted to be, happy. I’d never had it, and that’s all I wanted. How silly to think that copper pipes would be the root of it.
The old copper pipes rattled as the door slammed. The air changed in the house as she felt his presence, her muscles tightened and her gut clenched.She knew he’d have been drinking and was always nervous of the mood he’d come back in. The door slamming was not a good omen.
Copper is a way Cooper sometimes spells her name. That’s the only way I can get psyched about copper. When I was a child my aunt gave me a copper bracelet to ward off arthritis. I was nine. I wasn’t arthritic bound. Maybe it worked.
Pennis used to be made of copper. 100% copper, through and through. Pure. Now, though, we’ve cheapened. You boil down a penny, it’s innards dissolve and you’re left with an outside layer of pure copper. Thin, crumbling. It’s cheap and insincere. What a beautiful metaphor.
Der David, ne, der Copperfield, was war das gleich nochmal für einer? Ein Kupferschmied? So ein ganz berühmter? Der wohnte doch, warte mal, der hat doch die Kleene von den Schmidts geheiratet. Und die ist dann gestorben. Keener wusste warum. Einfach weggestorben. Armes Dingelchen, das hätte der keener gewinscht.
Copper is the essence of the world, like wood is to trees. Licking copper can give you diseases, I’m not sure wood has diseases passable to humans.Does this mean copper is against us? Working to eliminate the stupid humans who lick copper, I didn’t lick it. I know from a friend. She has a bad cough now.
Copper is the essence of the world, like wood is to trees. Licking copper can give you diseases, I’m not sure wood has diseases passable to humans.Does this mean copper is against us? Working to eliminate the stupid humans who lick copper, I didn’t lick it. I know from a friend. She has a bad cough now
One copper coin.
He twirls it between his fingers. He puts it on the wooden table.
The dealer takes the coin and examines it. “Good.”
The dealer hands him a card.
It’s a queen of hearts.
“Better luck next time,” says the dealer.
There is a thud, the metallic tang of copper, and then darkness.
copper beeches, that was sherlock holmes. i only read the title though–not the actual story. i should read more. i should edit more. i should not be so stifled or something. but goddam, whats a boy to do in this world to be happy? i don’t know.
eva made me a beautiful copper bracelet. when I wear it, I feel loved.
The long barrel was pressed against the skull of the king. Everything was quiet; not a thing moved. Everyone waited, watching. There was a blast, and a man changed the world with a copper bullet.
Copper is a metal that is used to make pennies. It costs more to make a penny then it is actually worth. The homeless guy from The Wire, Bubble, stole copper pipes from vacant buildings.
the old copper pot was worn. it sat on the stovetop on the right corner burner as always, but things were different. you could feel it in the air. without her here in the house that we called home, everything felt cold.
Copper leaves fall of the tree. Floating down and down. When they touch the ground they flip over revealing a dull side. I bent down to flip it over so that the ground will be made of copper.
the crimson liquid smelt like copper,
the only thing I could see and smell in the dark dank room.
All I can hear are the terrifying screams,
of the lost spirits that torment me.
The hard damp floor,
is the only thing I can feel.
My body’s numb.
Give us a copper, will ya, coppers for the babby – go on love. Thos shawlies used to scare me in the back streets when I was little and they were threatening. Go on love, go on love, I hope it chokes ya!
I once pulled copper wire with ten men all around me as if we were in a chain gang. We all pulled to a beat we made up in our heads because the wire was hard to pull.
Copper; that was really the only way to describe his hair. It was… metallic. I know, sounds really bizarre, huh? To think that I would be so eaily distracted by some mere BOYwith red… but not so red hair. I mean, come on, Me, the one who has never deviated from her studies and goals. Me, silly little, logical and conservationally thinking me. I’m rambling I know. But i figure i should end this letter and tell you; I have a date next Friday with this copper boy.
copper is the penny you gave me with the kindest look in your eyes.
the penny i still keep on my bedside table and wish on at night, when the sun goes down.
i made a copper candle holder in metalwork at school when i was 13. it was ugly as hell. but i made it.
Copper is something that hurts when you cut your finger on it. It’s malleable when melted and reminds me of Abraham Lincoln. Also, my aunt had a dog named Copper. I think he was a beagle.
just a few, rusted, at my feet.
will be enough.
for tonight,
and
tomorrow.
copper shines underneath the ground. copper runs over a log. copper, reppoc. repacalyptica. copper came from somewhere else, and we should go live there. i buy my belongings with copper, but when will copper be my belonging and what then?
The tang in my mouth. I hurt so bad, but I wouldn’t let him hear how what he was doing actually affected me. So my teeth bit down into my lip, bringing blood and causing swelling.
He told me I wanted it.
Told me that I deserved it. But he was wrong. No one deserves to feel like that.
No one deserves to have that happen. But he always said I was a nobody, a no one. Sometimes I wonder if he was right.
The penny fell and as I watched it the room spun rapidly. I fell, right next to it and looking up I could see her face pouring down on me. This was insane.
Copper is a metal, an often undervalued one at that. If people were to take all the copper out of their scraps around the house over the years, they could all make a ton of money. But noooooo…. god forbid we actually live by the 3 R’s… that would just be stupid.
The epitome of illustrious yet commoner metals. It is the El Camino. The poor man’s sports car.
the copper wires followed along with the tracks,and she wondered,as she walked, if there was a way for her to tap into these lines and call for rescue.probably not.her utility belt had food{if you counted powerful girl bars and powerful girl energy drinks as food-she did},and a few other useful items..like-hello!she unhooked her cape.it turned into a knee length hoodie…what other wonderful things had she forgotten?!?
“Brass,” he pointed out, “is the Victorian Era’s omnipresent decorative metal. Composed of Cu and Zn, you know? Very cheap, for something so fancy looking.”
His friend wasn’t all too interested, but added, for the sake of small-talk: “Doesn’t Zn rust like hell?”
“Hypothetically speaking, if there were a hell, there wouldn’t be any rusting.”
“Because of the fusion point?” he rolled his eyes at the failed joke.”Just admit you forgot to review the oxidation parts and stop hypothesizing.”
It shone. Not from reflections of glittering lights- but something from the inside lit this object.
Smiling with its very own mystery.
Begging questions with no answers.
We spent the day scouring the streets for bright copper pennies. I’ll never forget, not for as long as I live. He would find one and then press it into my hand with a smile that said “this is for you”.
Copper II sulfate, blue and beautiful, like a sapphire dissolved in clear water.
You know, it costs more money to make a single penny than that penny is actually worth.
Copper is nice.
At first, copper does not seem as good as gold or smooth like silver, but if you take a closer look. It is so much more beautiful. That honey like color, the wear that goes with it… unmatched. So, it may have less value, but it is just <3.
I could have watched my dad fix those pipes forever. Just watching him at work made me feel like I would be able to grow up to be just like him. Strong, family orientated, happy. that’s all i really wanted to be, happy. I’d never had it, and that’s all I wanted. How silly to think that copper pipes would be the root of it.
The old copper pipes rattled as the door slammed. The air changed in the house as she felt his presence, her muscles tightened and her gut clenched.She knew he’d have been drinking and was always nervous of the mood he’d come back in. The door slamming was not a good omen.
copper is the money I rely on these days. There’s little else available, thanks to Heir Cameron.
Copper is a way Cooper sometimes spells her name. That’s the only way I can get psyched about copper. When I was a child my aunt gave me a copper bracelet to ward off arthritis. I was nine. I wasn’t arthritic bound. Maybe it worked.
word defenitions
Copper
A highlight colour
A vital material in todays world
Rap
Copper is cool
Copper is sick
Without copper this world would be hec-tic
The cracked copper trumpet
shining round the curves
greening at the mouth
slumped on the old armchair
The old man levers up from the chair
licks his lips, stretched his mouth
Feels around the tables curves
Reaches out and seizes the trumpet
Pennis used to be made of copper. 100% copper, through and through. Pure. Now, though, we’ve cheapened. You boil down a penny, it’s innards dissolve and you’re left with an outside layer of pure copper. Thin, crumbling. It’s cheap and insincere. What a beautiful metaphor.
Der David, ne, der Copperfield, was war das gleich nochmal für einer? Ein Kupferschmied? So ein ganz berühmter? Der wohnte doch, warte mal, der hat doch die Kleene von den Schmidts geheiratet. Und die ist dann gestorben. Keener wusste warum. Einfach weggestorben. Armes Dingelchen, das hätte der keener gewinscht.
metal wire
electricity danger
speed information
knowledge
internet connection
people
creation limit
share
Copper is the essence of the world, like wood is to trees. Licking copper can give you diseases, I’m not sure wood has diseases passable to humans.Does this mean copper is against us? Working to eliminate the stupid humans who lick copper, I didn’t lick it. I know from a friend. She has a bad cough now.
Copper is the essence of the world, like wood is to trees. Licking copper can give you diseases, I’m not sure wood has diseases passable to humans.Does this mean copper is against us? Working to eliminate the stupid humans who lick copper, I didn’t lick it. I know from a friend. She has a bad cough now