My days stretch from dismantlement to wholeheartedness. I walked down the street in a city so far away, there on the side, a homeless man tended to his day worth of try to make necessities; He bent copper into hearts, creatures made of swirls, men with sharp edges, and whatever else his potential desired. I found myself swayed. I wonder if others’ hearts were like mines: easily bent and shaped. A never ending thrash.
copper copper
they chase you down
like so many things in life
life can be beautiful
life is crashing in on me
those are from rebel without a cause
what is my cause?
to be a copper
Copper was this little beagle something mix that belonged to my neighbor’s brother in law and it used to climb under the fence and play with my doggie, Lucy, a big red-fox Labrador, for hours and hours on end. they were such good friends. and then copper quit coming over which was sad. but they were so much fun to watch. also copper is Cu not Co (which would make more sense, but is incidentally Cobalt) thanks AP Chem. akjlslfksdhfsdjf blehhh haha. I did learn a lot int hat class though.
copper power, the power of copper. they make bracelets out of it that cure arthritis, isn’t that amazing? i mean, we should all have them. much healthier than the non-recyclable plastique bracelets lance armstrong had us all wearing and being strong. i like the color of copper. it’s really copper looking.
Pennies lying at the bottom of the water, sparkling in the sun. Reflecting on my hair. I haven’t dyed it – it’s that way naturally at the roots when I don’t do anything to it. small glints of color like gold with red. Like Christmas and ornaments and pieces of metal on sleighs in the snow. Horse’s eyes and white manes over muscly bodies. Chestnuts and songs that I don’t understand. Too much winter. Too many memories that aren’t actually mine but that I’ve adopted for myself. Felicity’s horse named Penny, jumping over fences to escape. I wish I could wear clothes like that. clothes that take time to get into and actually look like something. They last. nothing I have lasts now.
Copper wire twisted round and round. I don’t even know its purpose. I was never good at these science experiments. I’ll just sit and fiddle and hope I’m cute. It usually gets an A.
First he had to worry about the salt, that small child. He would cry and cry and cry that little Kenyan, and his mother, with steady hands, gave him three small incisions underneath each of his eyes. And then it wasn’t the taste of salt in his mouth that he had to worry about; swarming over his tongue instead was the taste of pennies – fitting for such a child who would grow up having nothing, who would always have nothing but the taste of blood in his mouth.
This is about how much I wonder about the possibilities and how much I think about the chances–if there are any. This is about me never being golden, not even silver–something along the lines of just copper. This is about how I want to be everything you need from me–I want to give you my all. This is about how I know that I don’t have the shimmer and luster of others, and that you would probably never consider me, but know that I will rust for you even if it makes me falter.
jewlery…its a great color and works nicely with gold and silver. also i love copper roofs. reminds of me of europe and warm beautiful weather. copper also makes me think of a penny…kinda cheap!
I see a bracelet, I see a hand, a woman’s hand that is encircled by this band and there it is, this copper bracelet, cheap, but loved, the sort of thing that’s easily admired or easily ignored depending on the person’s temperament- the proper gentleman will notice the bracelet first, and then, after noticing the woman, forget the bracelet entirely.
in her beak she clasped a single copper thread. she flew over the harvested fields, the empty ones, the one left with crops out to rot, the forgotten ones….and headed home to her nest.
The sun beats down on the earth in many ways, the swaying colors of the golden rays turned copper in the light, as dusk fades to the coal night, a sense of rust left from the soft colors of the copper always stay. Laid in the light. Forever seen.
he always wore that stupid copper bracelet. The thing he swore always took away his pain. You remember thinking how could someone so smart fall for something so stupid. Now, as you hold it in you palm. It doesn’t seem stupid at all. this stupid copper bracelet is all that’s left of him.
The more I tried to understand the chart, the more frightened I became. My mouth tasted of copper and I suddenly felt cold. Something in me feared whatever this scrap of paper was trying to tell me.
Pennies are made of copper. I heard it’s pretty expensive now. I know this one guy in my spanish class in 10th grade said he ripped the copper wiring out of his house and sold if for nearly $1000 to Home Depot. Actually, pennies have very little copper left in them now. The last full copper penny was made in the 1800s i think. Weird!
Copper was a fine metal, was it anywhere near perfect? Was it silver or gold? No, but it shined with a briliant, vibrant, golden color. Was it advanced? No. But how many people did you really find out there that could fit a better description than copper itself? This is what i thought to myself when i saw her. Her golden, copper curly hair. And i asked myself, what personality could a girl like that hold? How beautiful could she be….inside? She wasn;’t perfect, but she was close.
Copper is a brilliant shade, and great in description. From cats to dragons, copper leaves the mind with a great depth of information, of luster and poise. A light ornage, perhaps brownish hue of a penny
skin like copper pots and pans, bruised on the underside, shining all around; she was a goddess in some respects, a neglected child in others. Hold her up to the light, let her cherry lips pucker, pour water in her cupped hands, dangle gold and crystal from her neck, watch her close her eyes in imagined ecstacy. you wonder if, when she’s dreaming she sees your face, like you see hers. you wonder if you meet somewhere in the fog, that this girl you put on a pedestal really is the deity you’ve been missing, who you should pray to, lay yourself before. skin so smooth, eyes so bright and wise; something to be worshipped.
I love the warm, copper color of pans or candle sticks. So beautiful. So tiring to clean. My client had custom, Italian roofing tiles made for her mansion to look the color copper which had turned to the pale green patina color of aged copper. It looks like she spent millions on the roof alone. Just beautiful.
Her eyes were copper. Her hair was copper. But most of all, her heart was copper. Cold and complacent. I’d loved her all my life yet my feelings for her simply bounced off of her. As if she couldn’t hear me. Couldn’t feel a thing.
“come and get me,copper,”i always hoped that he would die in a burst of justified gunfire…i always assumed that he molested you…sexually,verbally,physically..the bastard..he not only hurt you,but tit for tat..ruined my life and made me suffer beyond endurence at your hands..the kicker..i was molested,too,by every older boy in the neighborhood..i was like a magnet to it..uess we were screwed all away around
the color of blood, they say, though i never really understood it. my blood is much much redder than copper, no matter what angle of light might be striking it. in fact, my blood is so red that it’s close to … close to … close to …
copper, they used to make pennies out of that,
but now if you boil one down hot enough, it
crumbles. copper, green oxidation, total exhaustion
straining to cross wires copper wires, trying to
walk about the world, covered in brown green
metal masks.
There was a copper taste in my mouth. Nothing unusual, it’s a flavor I’ve come to enjoy over the years after developing a firm habit biting the insides of my mouth, and my lips. At any given point in time their pinkness would be blotched with shades of red. I’d ask my boyfriends to bite them for me sometimes. Without the redness, or the blood, it just didn’t look like me in the mirror.
The copper pipe froze overnight and we were met with water flooding the entire kitchen. Dad cussed and then barged around grabbing towels and stuffing bacon into his mouth.
Her hair shone the color of copper, and he was entranced from the moment he saw her. Her green eyes bright and her rosy lips plump, he thought she must be the most perfect woman he had ever seen.
The color of brown, the color of gold, the combination catches the sun in a way that makes me warm. Add patina and you instantly have old world charm and elegance. I love that way it smells!
Her hair was fluttering in the air, copper-colored like the leaves that fell from the trees, like the whiskey in the glass that fell from his hand as the poison he had just swallowed reached his heart. She walked into the wild autumn wind, leaving summer love behind to rot away in the dank, dark hotel room they had called their own on those endless nights. A new season has begun.
My days stretch from dismantlement to wholeheartedness. I walked down the street in a city so far away, there on the side, a homeless man tended to his day worth of try to make necessities; He bent copper into hearts, creatures made of swirls, men with sharp edges, and whatever else his potential desired. I found myself swayed. I wonder if others’ hearts were like mines: easily bent and shaped. A never ending thrash.
copper copper
they chase you down
like so many things in life
life can be beautiful
life is crashing in on me
those are from rebel without a cause
what is my cause?
to be a copper
Copper was this little beagle something mix that belonged to my neighbor’s brother in law and it used to climb under the fence and play with my doggie, Lucy, a big red-fox Labrador, for hours and hours on end. they were such good friends. and then copper quit coming over which was sad. but they were so much fun to watch. also copper is Cu not Co (which would make more sense, but is incidentally Cobalt) thanks AP Chem. akjlslfksdhfsdjf blehhh haha. I did learn a lot int hat class though.
it reminds me of money…pennies mostly. It is a pretty rustic color. It shines and can turn to rust. Copper is awesome. It reminds me of stuff.
copper power, the power of copper. they make bracelets out of it that cure arthritis, isn’t that amazing? i mean, we should all have them. much healthier than the non-recyclable plastique bracelets lance armstrong had us all wearing and being strong. i like the color of copper. it’s really copper looking.
Pennies lying at the bottom of the water, sparkling in the sun. Reflecting on my hair. I haven’t dyed it – it’s that way naturally at the roots when I don’t do anything to it. small glints of color like gold with red. Like Christmas and ornaments and pieces of metal on sleighs in the snow. Horse’s eyes and white manes over muscly bodies. Chestnuts and songs that I don’t understand. Too much winter. Too many memories that aren’t actually mine but that I’ve adopted for myself. Felicity’s horse named Penny, jumping over fences to escape. I wish I could wear clothes like that. clothes that take time to get into and actually look like something. They last. nothing I have lasts now.
Copper wire twisted round and round. I don’t even know its purpose. I was never good at these science experiments. I’ll just sit and fiddle and hope I’m cute. It usually gets an A.
First he had to worry about the salt, that small child. He would cry and cry and cry that little Kenyan, and his mother, with steady hands, gave him three small incisions underneath each of his eyes. And then it wasn’t the taste of salt in his mouth that he had to worry about; swarming over his tongue instead was the taste of pennies – fitting for such a child who would grow up having nothing, who would always have nothing but the taste of blood in his mouth.
The familiar taste of copper crept through her mouth, and she knew her gums were bleeding. That was never good.
Somewhere, he was still out there. She was too afraid to look out the window for fear of what she might see.
She swallowed a mouthful of blood, her heart pounding in her chest, and got ready to run up the stairs.
This is about you.
This is about how much I wonder about the possibilities and how much I think about the chances–if there are any. This is about me never being golden, not even silver–something along the lines of just copper. This is about how I want to be everything you need from me–I want to give you my all. This is about how I know that I don’t have the shimmer and luster of others, and that you would probably never consider me, but know that I will rust for you even if it makes me falter.
Let me be yours.
jewlery…its a great color and works nicely with gold and silver. also i love copper roofs. reminds of me of europe and warm beautiful weather. copper also makes me think of a penny…kinda cheap!
I see a bracelet, I see a hand, a woman’s hand that is encircled by this band and there it is, this copper bracelet, cheap, but loved, the sort of thing that’s easily admired or easily ignored depending on the person’s temperament- the proper gentleman will notice the bracelet first, and then, after noticing the woman, forget the bracelet entirely.
in her beak she clasped a single copper thread. she flew over the harvested fields, the empty ones, the one left with crops out to rot, the forgotten ones….and headed home to her nest.
The sun beats down on the earth in many ways, the swaying colors of the golden rays turned copper in the light, as dusk fades to the coal night, a sense of rust left from the soft colors of the copper always stay. Laid in the light. Forever seen.
he always wore that stupid copper bracelet. The thing he swore always took away his pain. You remember thinking how could someone so smart fall for something so stupid. Now, as you hold it in you palm. It doesn’t seem stupid at all. this stupid copper bracelet is all that’s left of him.
Copper the ugliest
of metals it holds no
appeal for me
it appears instantly tarnished
and brings to mind that
metallic taste of
pennies
she struts down the hallway, hips twitching and copper hair gleaming
The more I tried to understand the chart, the more frightened I became. My mouth tasted of copper and I suddenly felt cold. Something in me feared whatever this scrap of paper was trying to tell me.
Pennies are made of copper. I heard it’s pretty expensive now. I know this one guy in my spanish class in 10th grade said he ripped the copper wiring out of his house and sold if for nearly $1000 to Home Depot. Actually, pennies have very little copper left in them now. The last full copper penny was made in the 1800s i think. Weird!
They say it’s good luck if the little ring of copper lands heads up, not down.
Isn’t that how it always is? Better luck if you’re not scraping your cheeks against the pavement?
That’s what they say, anyway.
Copper was a fine metal, was it anywhere near perfect? Was it silver or gold? No, but it shined with a briliant, vibrant, golden color. Was it advanced? No. But how many people did you really find out there that could fit a better description than copper itself? This is what i thought to myself when i saw her. Her golden, copper curly hair. And i asked myself, what personality could a girl like that hold? How beautiful could she be….inside? She wasn;’t perfect, but she was close.
Copper is a natural element from the earth, you can make pennies with it. You gotta mine for it.
Copper is a brilliant shade, and great in description. From cats to dragons, copper leaves the mind with a great depth of information, of luster and poise. A light ornage, perhaps brownish hue of a penny
skin like copper pots and pans, bruised on the underside, shining all around; she was a goddess in some respects, a neglected child in others. Hold her up to the light, let her cherry lips pucker, pour water in her cupped hands, dangle gold and crystal from her neck, watch her close her eyes in imagined ecstacy. you wonder if, when she’s dreaming she sees your face, like you see hers. you wonder if you meet somewhere in the fog, that this girl you put on a pedestal really is the deity you’ve been missing, who you should pray to, lay yourself before. skin so smooth, eyes so bright and wise; something to be worshipped.
I love the warm, copper color of pans or candle sticks. So beautiful. So tiring to clean. My client had custom, Italian roofing tiles made for her mansion to look the color copper which had turned to the pale green patina color of aged copper. It looks like she spent millions on the roof alone. Just beautiful.
Her eyes were copper. Her hair was copper. But most of all, her heart was copper. Cold and complacent. I’d loved her all my life yet my feelings for her simply bounced off of her. As if she couldn’t hear me. Couldn’t feel a thing.
“come and get me,copper,”i always hoped that he would die in a burst of justified gunfire…i always assumed that he molested you…sexually,verbally,physically..the bastard..he not only hurt you,but tit for tat..ruined my life and made me suffer beyond endurence at your hands..the kicker..i was molested,too,by every older boy in the neighborhood..i was like a magnet to it..uess we were screwed all away around
the color of blood, they say, though i never really understood it. my blood is much much redder than copper, no matter what angle of light might be striking it. in fact, my blood is so red that it’s close to … close to … close to …
Her hair shown in the sun, dark brown with vivid slashes of copper. She sat, her head resting on her hand, looking out of the train window.
The little girl fingered the small copper coin in her hands, looking anxiously at the glass containing various pastries inside.
i hate when my hair turns this color after the red fades out.
copper, they used to make pennies out of that,
but now if you boil one down hot enough, it
crumbles. copper, green oxidation, total exhaustion
straining to cross wires copper wires, trying to
walk about the world, covered in brown green
metal masks.
The copper ring stood. Fragmented.
It was perfect by itself.
It was the perfect gift.
The true beauty of it would shine on and on forever. Until shattered.
Shattered by trust.
The copper ring.
The copper ring. Is beautiful no more.
use to make pennies. bronze in color. ski it when you’re in colorado. heavy. worthless? a name for girls or maybe a dog.
There was a copper taste in my mouth. Nothing unusual, it’s a flavor I’ve come to enjoy over the years after developing a firm habit biting the insides of my mouth, and my lips. At any given point in time their pinkness would be blotched with shades of red. I’d ask my boyfriends to bite them for me sometimes. Without the redness, or the blood, it just didn’t look like me in the mirror.
November 29th, 2010. 7:30pm.
The copper pipe froze overnight and we were met with water flooding the entire kitchen. Dad cussed and then barged around grabbing towels and stuffing bacon into his mouth.
Her hair shone the color of copper, and he was entranced from the moment he saw her. Her green eyes bright and her rosy lips plump, he thought she must be the most perfect woman he had ever seen.
The color of brown, the color of gold, the combination catches the sun in a way that makes me warm. Add patina and you instantly have old world charm and elegance. I love that way it smells!
The copper circlet is tight around his brow, cutting into his skin. A trickle of blood runs down his temple. He is their king, their light.
He must lead when there is nothing else. When there is no hope.
He spurs his horse forward.
The dawn is arriving, but the sun will not rise.
Her hair was fluttering in the air, copper-colored like the leaves that fell from the trees, like the whiskey in the glass that fell from his hand as the poison he had just swallowed reached his heart. She walked into the wild autumn wind, leaving summer love behind to rot away in the dank, dark hotel room they had called their own on those endless nights. A new season has begun.