You hold hundreds of pounds in your hands, lifting for a brief moment and releasing. You take smaller fistfulls and curl them towards you. You hold me as you held them, tight and fast, weightless, bringing us closer to you.
This morning was the same as any mundane Monday morning. I got up, took the dog out, hopped in the shower and iron my clothes. The smooth coldness of the iron was quickly replaced by hot steam.
Iron is one of the elements and is used to build things such as bridges. an iron is also an item that people use to make their clothes not crinkly and nice looking for going to work. An iron is a verb and a noun! Actually it’s two nouns! I believe iron is a metal and is very strong.
He pushed against the weight on his chest. Every ounce of strength in his body went into the action, every last bit of hope, every piece of him that still wanted to survive. But the iron was too heavy; he was trapped.
Iron. I always have an iron deficiency… which is really annoying when I try to donate blood. I’ve donated blood since I was 17, it’s a cause I really believe in, but lately I’ve had all of these posters and commericials telling me “DONATE BLOOD! SAVE LIVES!” and I haven’t been able to donate because my hemoglobin is always too low.
He bought wrinkle-free bed sheets because he didn’t know how to iron. They were black and made him look like the kind of man he didn’t yet know he didn’t want to be.
the hard taste on my tounge. it makes me alive and awake. the need for it in my blood and the disgust it gives me when i am surounded by it. makes me want to eat cotton
Iron is strong, but not as strong as steel. Iron rides through our veins, keep us warm. I should be taking iron supplements, but I’m too lazy to do so.
Iron. Isn’t that an element. It’s a metal. What kind of word is this? Am I supposed to write about a metal? This makes no sense. My mother also tells me I need more iron in my diet, so obviously it’s in food also. I’m so bored. I’m a unicorn. Pie. oooh, I like pie. A ton. A TON OF IRON!
The iron was cold against her finger tips, the texture of it grainy. She stared at the wrinkles in front of her, barely able to make them out in the dark, and wondered how she would manage to get all of her chores done now that the power was out.
Those were all bananas, said the gnome with an iron belt.
Maybe, but the kings were in the cloud dancing at the time…
Weird as it might sound, this was the paradise for both of the clowns!
Iron can mean various things. It is a metallic element that is used industrially. It is also a mineral that can be used by the human body for different functions. It is considered essential in everyday life.
Cold and dark. I hear the steady drip of water on metal, and I know I’ll never leave this place.
I’m here for life, to be worked to my bare bones, for the profit, for the money, for the fat corporation owners who’ll never see my face, and never know my suffering.
Flat ironing her hair with a plancha. I can remember looking up to her, even when she did ridiculous things like that. She was pretty and older and I wanted to be just like her. Then we grew up and pretty only lasted her so long. Once you realize there is more than just being pretty, it’s too late to develop anything else… like a personality. I wonder if she still uses that plancha.
Iron. Ironman. Challenge. To overcome. An Ironman is strong in more ways than just the physical. He is determined, he is mentally trained for the tasks at hand. An Ironman does not require steroids or other drugs to pump him up. An Ironman values hard work, training, and good sportsmanship.
The iron bar is cold in his sweaty hands, eyes searching in the darkness for her figure. He hears a shout and spins around. He swings the iron, slicing the smoky woman in two. She lets out a screech as she disappears, body flashing and contorting. He smiles, gets a smile back.
Iron is something inspiring to think about especially on days like today when you want to be strong. I wish I was an inanimate object like iron that when people tried to bend and bend and bend me I wouldn’t break because I was stronger than that. I would be unbreakable thus unconquerable thus finally my own being. That is a distant dream that will never come true, but still worth thinking about. Iron is my idol for the day.
I hate to iron clothes. It is something my mother tried to teach me to do and I just hated it and I still hate it. My husband irons his own shirts. I buy clothes that don’t need ironing. In the 21st century we shouldn’t need to iron things!
He always did like he always had done. Rule people with an iron fist, not understanding that this was bringing him more strife than good. Eventually, one day, he will understand, the hard way. The not so pain free way.
hard important material usualy used for tools and weapons alike…hard to obtain,it primal enemy beeing corosion,one of the indispensable materials of our days
I pressed the iron to my arm, feeling the pain course through my skin as it ruptured my skin and dug itself deep into my soul. It was intoxicating, that feeling of utter control and power over my emotions. After all, feeling pain was better than nothing, right?
i use an iron to take the wrinkles out of my clothes. there’s iron in my blood. you can see it line and pulse through my cardiac chambers. iron willed. iron hand. iron clad.
Iron makes me think of ironic. This term has been a bone of contention in my life for some time because I’m still not exactly sure what it means. My husband is an English teacher and each time he hears the Alanis Morissette song, he gets so upset because apparently none of it is actually ironic.
I knew there was a reason this damn thing came so cheaply. Bloody rip off, bloody salesman. How in high holy heaven am I going to defeat a dragon with an iron sword? Is it really so hard to sell me a damn mithril sword when I ask for one?
He was so strong, hard, never bending, a man of iron, or so it seemed – but a heart of marshmallow, so easily dented, mashed, burned. I should have stayed – didn’t know it at the time — he’s moved on, so have I.
for the first time in years, his iron hand broke my heart instead of my nose.
You hold hundreds of pounds in your hands, lifting for a brief moment and releasing. You take smaller fistfulls and curl them towards you. You hold me as you held them, tight and fast, weightless, bringing us closer to you.
This morning was the same as any mundane Monday morning. I got up, took the dog out, hopped in the shower and iron my clothes. The smooth coldness of the iron was quickly replaced by hot steam.
heavy, red brown river, full of iron rich silt, unstoppable in its bludgeoning flow.
Iron is one of the elements and is used to build things such as bridges. an iron is also an item that people use to make their clothes not crinkly and nice looking for going to work. An iron is a verb and a noun! Actually it’s two nouns! I believe iron is a metal and is very strong.
Sometimes its hard as iron to impress people for hire.
It is pretty incredible to become renowned in the world – people refer to them as iron leaders.
He pushed against the weight on his chest. Every ounce of strength in his body went into the action, every last bit of hope, every piece of him that still wanted to survive. But the iron was too heavy; he was trapped.
Iron. I always have an iron deficiency… which is really annoying when I try to donate blood. I’ve donated blood since I was 17, it’s a cause I really believe in, but lately I’ve had all of these posters and commericials telling me “DONATE BLOOD! SAVE LIVES!” and I haven’t been able to donate because my hemoglobin is always too low.
He bought wrinkle-free bed sheets because he didn’t know how to iron. They were black and made him look like the kind of man he didn’t yet know he didn’t want to be.
hard metal so strong, has fortitude to last long in the heat of adversity. living in the big city, your will is tried constantly.
I no longer use an iron. I bought a portable steamer and prefer that over the iron that left a burn mark on my forearm when I was 11 years old.
Maiden, Fist, Steel, No more Iron horses ’cause I’m buyin’ Porsche’s, and the Ghost-face Killaaa uhhh uhhh uhhhhhhhh neva could get illah.
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the hard taste on my tounge. it makes me alive and awake. the need for it in my blood and the disgust it gives me when i am surounded by it. makes me want to eat cotton
Blood. Beef. Cold and metallic. A tongue stuck to a flagpole in a funny movie.
Iron is strong, but not as strong as steel. Iron rides through our veins, keep us warm. I should be taking iron supplements, but I’m too lazy to do so.
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Iron. Isn’t that an element. It’s a metal. What kind of word is this? Am I supposed to write about a metal? This makes no sense. My mother also tells me I need more iron in my diet, so obviously it’s in food also. I’m so bored. I’m a unicorn. Pie. oooh, I like pie. A ton. A TON OF IRON!
Ugh! my head hurt so much. It felt like someone hit me in the head with an iron bar and knocked me out. I hated feeling like this on a Monday morning.
The iron was cold against her finger tips, the texture of it grainy. She stared at the wrinkles in front of her, barely able to make them out in the dark, and wondered how she would manage to get all of her chores done now that the power was out.
Those were all bananas, said the gnome with an iron belt.
Maybe, but the kings were in the cloud dancing at the time…
Weird as it might sound, this was the paradise for both of the clowns!
– Yes, I can see them!
– What? what do you see?
said the bartender. Rather curious about the dream that the gnomes were coming by!
Iron can mean various things. It is a metallic element that is used industrially. It is also a mineral that can be used by the human body for different functions. It is considered essential in everyday life.
The weathered rusty color is opposite of the strong will forged by powerful hands.
Cold and dark. I hear the steady drip of water on metal, and I know I’ll never leave this place.
I’m here for life, to be worked to my bare bones, for the profit, for the money, for the fat corporation owners who’ll never see my face, and never know my suffering.
Flat ironing her hair with a plancha. I can remember looking up to her, even when she did ridiculous things like that. She was pretty and older and I wanted to be just like her. Then we grew up and pretty only lasted her so long. Once you realize there is more than just being pretty, it’s too late to develop anything else… like a personality. I wonder if she still uses that plancha.
Iron. Ironman. Challenge. To overcome. An Ironman is strong in more ways than just the physical. He is determined, he is mentally trained for the tasks at hand. An Ironman does not require steroids or other drugs to pump him up. An Ironman values hard work, training, and good sportsmanship.
The iron bar is cold in his sweaty hands, eyes searching in the darkness for her figure. He hears a shout and spins around. He swings the iron, slicing the smoky woman in two. She lets out a screech as she disappears, body flashing and contorting. He smiles, gets a smile back.
Iron is something inspiring to think about especially on days like today when you want to be strong. I wish I was an inanimate object like iron that when people tried to bend and bend and bend me I wouldn’t break because I was stronger than that. I would be unbreakable thus unconquerable thus finally my own being. That is a distant dream that will never come true, but still worth thinking about. Iron is my idol for the day.
I hate to iron clothes. It is something my mother tried to teach me to do and I just hated it and I still hate it. My husband irons his own shirts. I buy clothes that don’t need ironing. In the 21st century we shouldn’t need to iron things!
He always did like he always had done. Rule people with an iron fist, not understanding that this was bringing him more strife than good. Eventually, one day, he will understand, the hard way. The not so pain free way.
hard important material usualy used for tools and weapons alike…hard to obtain,it primal enemy beeing corosion,one of the indispensable materials of our days
I pressed the iron to my arm, feeling the pain course through my skin as it ruptured my skin and dug itself deep into my soul. It was intoxicating, that feeling of utter control and power over my emotions. After all, feeling pain was better than nothing, right?
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electricity
me
hate
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hard
my son’s name
strong
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i use an iron to take the wrinkles out of my clothes. there’s iron in my blood. you can see it line and pulse through my cardiac chambers. iron willed. iron hand. iron clad.
Iron makes me think of ironic. This term has been a bone of contention in my life for some time because I’m still not exactly sure what it means. My husband is an English teacher and each time he hears the Alanis Morissette song, he gets so upset because apparently none of it is actually ironic.
I knew there was a reason this damn thing came so cheaply. Bloody rip off, bloody salesman. How in high holy heaven am I going to defeat a dragon with an iron sword? Is it really so hard to sell me a damn mithril sword when I ask for one?
He was so strong, hard, never bending, a man of iron, or so it seemed – but a heart of marshmallow, so easily dented, mashed, burned. I should have stayed – didn’t know it at the time — he’s moved on, so have I.
Iron.
It reminded her of strength. And whenever she thinks of iron, she thinks of his eyes. Dark and steely with a hint passion in them.
And it never fails to send her stomach fluttering when she finds herself staring deep down into them.
Those soulful eyes like iron.