Iron.
Iron man, iron woman.
Those who can be invinsible,
not brought down by anything.
Once I was like that.
But if you lose it
You can’t get it back
Trust
Me.
I used to watch my mother iron my clothes -it took her all day. Now when I want something wrinkle free I take it to the cleaners. I don’t have time to iron like my mother. I only have time to go to the cleaners.
By the time I was 2,000 miles away from home, the singed flesh had already crusted over. He traced the raised burns with his fingertips and laughed at my story about how I had managed to confuse my thigh for a wrinkle. “What were you doing ironing a duvet cover in your underwear anyway?” I just wanted some crisp cotton for our clumsy reunion. I didn’t mean to get hurt along the way.
metal hard and cold. Can rust and eventually deteriorate called Iron oxide when rust Chemical symbol Fe. Can be shped when heated and made into beautiful shapes as well as being used for structures.
makes buildings adn lot of things. learned at it in history. guys getting kled building railroads acr america. no medical attention. people lost limbs. people hurt. . they finished though and were proud. it showsho america used to be. iron is hard. iron is dark. iron is strong. iron is an element. i failed chemestry. i need to retake it this summer in order to early admit. chemestry sucks, iron sucks. i wish i had a sword. an iron sword with a gold handle. i wish i was older only by a few years and out of highschool and with this guy. i would never want to be a construction worker adn work with iron it would hurt my ears to hear people banging on it all day. iron makes tools. iron is in our bodies. i need to eat healthier, all this junk food will catch up with me and i will die from obesity. maybe i should become pro ana, then only eat a little bit and take iron suppliments and vitimans, but not fish oils because it makes me sick to think about them because once i took one except i opened the tablet and put it in my apple juice because i cant swallow pills and my apple juice tasted like fish and i almost threw up. i hate throwing up it makes me cry. crying hurts my eyes, i hope i never get stabbed by something iron, does iron rust? i dont know. i wish i knew. at least im up to date on my tetness shots… yeah i think i am… their ever ten years right? yeah, i still have like three years thats cool…. wait.. yeah. iron was on the titanic, i saw the rose girl in a magazine teh other day….. she looked amazing, i hope i look that good at that age… i think ill look pretty good. im a pretty girl i guess. i have more of a coppery hair then iron hahaha. iron is a wierd name sometimes i pronounce is eye-ron adn other times i say i-ern i guess its like read and read. idk. gosh this is taking forever, iron lasts forever. what happens to iron when we knock down and old sky scraper? do they melt it and re use it or scrap it. i hope they re use it, they should.
I’ve heard that fairies are allergic to iron. Maybe their changelings are too – maybe that’s why I can’t go under the horseshoe on the barn door without breaking out in hives. Mum has always said I’m not really a changeling, but it feels as if that’s the only way to explain this.
The iron lay hot on the ironing board, waiting for the cloth to be laid before it. In a moment with the steam and heat, the resistance of the fabric will be just a distant memory and now the clean flat surface will persist. Now I will drag it across, to flatten that which is an a front to my minds eye. The cloth is no longer in disarray, but now ordered by the heat of my iron.
Ironische Kommentare habe ich noch nie gemocht. Besonders nicht solche, die absichtlich so formuliert sind, dass ich sie nicht verstehe. Dass ich nicht weiß, wo der Hase langläuft. Dass ich nicht weiß, ob ich flüchten soll, oder ob alles gar nicht so schlimm ist. So dass ich bei Flucht ausgelacht werde. Alles von vornherein einkalkuliert. Ich bin so oder so der Verlierer.
iron is a piece of metal that is something and also it prevents you from having anemia if you have enough of it so yeah and i think iron is what weight lifters use when they lift weights, is that the kind of metal the weights are? i think so. thats all i know about iron. its
I’m strong as iron. I will stand up for what I believe in. I will voice my opinion even when it is not accepted. I will be who I want to be, not what everyone else thinks I should be. I will do things for me, never for pleasing anyone else. I am me, and I am happy being exactly who I am.
His iron hands pressed into her smooth, young girl flesh.
“I know what you want.”
She turned her face from him as he kissed her hard on the mouth, hard like his iron hands.
Once upon a time there was an iron man. He fell in love with another iron girl. They had little iron babies. But one day there was a huge cloud, and it started to rain. All of the iron people started to rust. So then, a huge copper man came and cleaned up the iron mess.J
like rewind
we keep watching the same section
of our lives
over again
as if any more listening
would help write knew maps
find gold in a bucket of iron
but were running out of metal
all that’s left is the stuff that reflects
that were just settling for each other
iron is cool. I love pumping iron and getting big in the gym. I also have iron in my body from eating wheaties. if you dont have enough iron in your body you cant give blood. I have enough though so I gave blood a few times. The prick that they give you in the finger hurts more than the actual needle. Its been real. I hope I stumble here again sometime. Later jk but forreal its been fun.
Hey Mr. Hammer, I want to not to bash me in the head but tickle me. So, here’s the plan: pry up my skull bone along ancient baby plate fracture lines with nail pull blades worn dull by time’s arrow, and then ever so gently rub hammer head just behind the frontal lobes where my 21st century meets ancient crocodile. Love, Jeff
Iron Man. That’s what people called him. I just called him Tony. Even when he had the suit. He was my best friend. So I called him by his name. Why call him Iron man, anyway? The suit is Titanium Alloy. Not iron. Whatever. I guess it does sound pretty cool. Yeah.
She grasped the iron’s handle in her hands, her skin turning pale as the blood rushed to be a more welcoming home. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what to think. It was a hurricane released at fleeting moments, a visitor who dropped by often but never stayed for dinner. It would go away in some short moments. So she went back to carefully ironing her favorite blue shirt.
He gazed down at the vulnerable, pretty little thing in her arms – the only thing in his power he could do. His eyes, so wide and expressive they’d transfixed many, were now in turn held captive by hers – a slightly smaller pair of bright young eyes that held no residue of age; reflected a hint of his own charm.
A thought danced on the edge of his mind – she was so like a young, impressionistic slab of iron. Would that slab of iron rust away, rust away at his heart with the years to come?
The thought flickered away into the depths of nowhere, and he continued tracing her dear face with his eyes.
I hate ironing. Yeah, it makes my clothes look good, but why can’t every shirt or blouse be made of wrinkle-free fabric? Wouldn’t life be so much easier then?
A large pile of rumpled clothes on one side, neatly folded ones on the other. In the middle a woman weeps, wondering what she is doing. Are wrinkles so bad that I have to sacrifice myself to eliminate them?
sucessful brother
a cousin to carbon
the last shroud
of evidence
of life
But you are ignored;
not like him
not like her
you are dense thing
Empty
unlived
Not even
Uninvited
Condone your belief
Via metallic fusion
As flesh joins relief
From the illusion
That materials of:
Grandeur makes things better
But so do materials of perfunctory illusion.
is what my mom used to do on sunday nights, while my brother ryan and I would watch Nature on PBS. Gazelles and lions and wildebeasts in a dramatic display of living.
Iron mask cloak the hatred and spite engulfing the lives of the workers. They are not free men, as was promised, but instead are slaves to the Abundance’s wim. They can do nothing but what they are asked to. They are The Workers.
I remember watching my wife iron my shirt the day before I started teaching. She laughed and said, “It’s a good thing you’re with me so you have someone to iron for you.”
I smiled in resonse andd simple retorted, “If I wasn’t with you I wouldn’t need my shirt to be ironed.”
He mined and mined and didn’t even know what he was looking for. His mother sent him to get gold, he knew that, but something about it just seemed so so, well insubstantial, what could you really do with gold except give it away? Or making fancy jewelry. No what he needed was Iron, something strong, something useful, what he needed was a life made of iron.
Iron sharpens iron, or so the Psalms says. It makes sense though. If we surround ourselves by those stronger than us, then they will dull us to strengthen themselves. Likewise, if we surround ourselves by weak people, we will only dull as we try to help them.
Horse, magnetic, flying through fields red as summer in the desert. A mother at home, dutifully doing all she can do at the same time. One moment in time, a steel city that has taken a new route to creating homes. girder by girder, the walls rise, the train leaves.
The iron building, it’s so big, i don;t even kno why, why is it so big? and hat was the point? to fool people? to deceive them? make them feel stupid for thinking that the building was normal? who knows? who cares? not me. maybe me. me. me.
The iron was on, but the plug had been pulled. Where was the charge coming from? The iron should be cold. Maybe it’s a reflection from the sun as it’s light streams through the closed window and hits the metal of the iron. Maybe it’s my imagination wanting the iron to be hot, and serve some purpose other than to flatten my clothes.
Iron.
Iron man, iron woman.
Those who can be invinsible,
not brought down by anything.
Once I was like that.
But if you lose it
You can’t get it back
Trust
Me.
I used to watch my mother iron my clothes -it took her all day. Now when I want something wrinkle free I take it to the cleaners. I don’t have time to iron like my mother. I only have time to go to the cleaners.
and wine
make for
a perfect match
to a bubble bath
By the time I was 2,000 miles away from home, the singed flesh had already crusted over. He traced the raised burns with his fingertips and laughed at my story about how I had managed to confuse my thigh for a wrinkle. “What were you doing ironing a duvet cover in your underwear anyway?” I just wanted some crisp cotton for our clumsy reunion. I didn’t mean to get hurt along the way.
metal hard and cold. Can rust and eventually deteriorate called Iron oxide when rust Chemical symbol Fe. Can be shped when heated and made into beautiful shapes as well as being used for structures.
iron is very important. it is a valuable material. It can be used for the construction of many objects. It is fundamental to infrastructure.
makes buildings adn lot of things. learned at it in history. guys getting kled building railroads acr america. no medical attention. people lost limbs. people hurt. . they finished though and were proud. it showsho america used to be. iron is hard. iron is dark. iron is strong. iron is an element. i failed chemestry. i need to retake it this summer in order to early admit. chemestry sucks, iron sucks. i wish i had a sword. an iron sword with a gold handle. i wish i was older only by a few years and out of highschool and with this guy. i would never want to be a construction worker adn work with iron it would hurt my ears to hear people banging on it all day. iron makes tools. iron is in our bodies. i need to eat healthier, all this junk food will catch up with me and i will die from obesity. maybe i should become pro ana, then only eat a little bit and take iron suppliments and vitimans, but not fish oils because it makes me sick to think about them because once i took one except i opened the tablet and put it in my apple juice because i cant swallow pills and my apple juice tasted like fish and i almost threw up. i hate throwing up it makes me cry. crying hurts my eyes, i hope i never get stabbed by something iron, does iron rust? i dont know. i wish i knew. at least im up to date on my tetness shots… yeah i think i am… their ever ten years right? yeah, i still have like three years thats cool…. wait.. yeah. iron was on the titanic, i saw the rose girl in a magazine teh other day….. she looked amazing, i hope i look that good at that age… i think ill look pretty good. im a pretty girl i guess. i have more of a coppery hair then iron hahaha. iron is a wierd name sometimes i pronounce is eye-ron adn other times i say i-ern i guess its like read and read. idk. gosh this is taking forever, iron lasts forever. what happens to iron when we knock down and old sky scraper? do they melt it and re use it or scrap it. i hope they re use it, they should.
I’ve heard that fairies are allergic to iron. Maybe their changelings are too – maybe that’s why I can’t go under the horseshoe on the barn door without breaking out in hives. Mum has always said I’m not really a changeling, but it feels as if that’s the only way to explain this.
The iron lay hot on the ironing board, waiting for the cloth to be laid before it. In a moment with the steam and heat, the resistance of the fabric will be just a distant memory and now the clean flat surface will persist. Now I will drag it across, to flatten that which is an a front to my minds eye. The cloth is no longer in disarray, but now ordered by the heat of my iron.
iron man strong clothes ring old age- metal age dont use much
Ironische Kommentare habe ich noch nie gemocht. Besonders nicht solche, die absichtlich so formuliert sind, dass ich sie nicht verstehe. Dass ich nicht weiß, wo der Hase langläuft. Dass ich nicht weiß, ob ich flüchten soll, oder ob alles gar nicht so schlimm ist. So dass ich bei Flucht ausgelacht werde. Alles von vornherein einkalkuliert. Ich bin so oder so der Verlierer.
iron is a piece of metal that is something and also it prevents you from having anemia if you have enough of it so yeah and i think iron is what weight lifters use when they lift weights, is that the kind of metal the weights are? i think so. thats all i know about iron. its
I’m strong as iron. I will stand up for what I believe in. I will voice my opinion even when it is not accepted. I will be who I want to be, not what everyone else thinks I should be. I will do things for me, never for pleasing anyone else. I am me, and I am happy being exactly who I am.
His iron hands pressed into her smooth, young girl flesh.
“I know what you want.”
She turned her face from him as he kissed her hard on the mouth, hard like his iron hands.
Once upon a time there was an iron man. He fell in love with another iron girl. They had little iron babies. But one day there was a huge cloud, and it started to rain. All of the iron people started to rust. So then, a huge copper man came and cleaned up the iron mess.J
like rewind
we keep watching the same section
of our lives
over again
as if any more listening
would help write knew maps
find gold in a bucket of iron
but were running out of metal
all that’s left is the stuff that reflects
that were just settling for each other
Washed up
wrinkled
hallowed smiles, inside out,
well worn — well loved
I can almost see the smiles
Wrinkles are in, my love
I promise.
iron is cool. I love pumping iron and getting big in the gym. I also have iron in my body from eating wheaties. if you dont have enough iron in your body you cant give blood. I have enough though so I gave blood a few times. The prick that they give you in the finger hurts more than the actual needle. Its been real. I hope I stumble here again sometime. Later jk but forreal its been fun.
Hey Mr. Hammer, I want to not to bash me in the head but tickle me. So, here’s the plan: pry up my skull bone along ancient baby plate fracture lines with nail pull blades worn dull by time’s arrow, and then ever so gently rub hammer head just behind the frontal lobes where my 21st century meets ancient crocodile. Love, Jeff
Iron Man. That’s what people called him. I just called him Tony. Even when he had the suit. He was my best friend. So I called him by his name. Why call him Iron man, anyway? The suit is Titanium Alloy. Not iron. Whatever. I guess it does sound pretty cool. Yeah.
I’m hard like the man of steel
Keep you looking clean
nothing can penetrate me
You must bend before I break
She grasped the iron’s handle in her hands, her skin turning pale as the blood rushed to be a more welcoming home. She didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what to think. It was a hurricane released at fleeting moments, a visitor who dropped by often but never stayed for dinner. It would go away in some short moments. So she went back to carefully ironing her favorite blue shirt.
He gazed down at the vulnerable, pretty little thing in her arms – the only thing in his power he could do. His eyes, so wide and expressive they’d transfixed many, were now in turn held captive by hers – a slightly smaller pair of bright young eyes that held no residue of age; reflected a hint of his own charm.
A thought danced on the edge of his mind – she was so like a young, impressionistic slab of iron. Would that slab of iron rust away, rust away at his heart with the years to come?
The thought flickered away into the depths of nowhere, and he continued tracing her dear face with his eyes.
I hate ironing. Yeah, it makes my clothes look good, but why can’t every shirt or blouse be made of wrinkle-free fabric? Wouldn’t life be so much easier then?
Rusty Mother fucking soap.
I hate rusty shit. Get some clean water.
Maybe I should hire a wife who knows how to clean.
A large pile of rumpled clothes on one side, neatly folded ones on the other. In the middle a woman weeps, wondering what she is doing. Are wrinkles so bad that I have to sacrifice myself to eliminate them?
sucessful brother
a cousin to carbon
the last shroud
of evidence
of life
But you are ignored;
not like him
not like her
you are dense thing
Empty
unlived
Not even
Uninvited
Condone your belief
Via metallic fusion
As flesh joins relief
From the illusion
That materials of:
Grandeur makes things better
But so do materials of perfunctory illusion.
is what my mom used to do on sunday nights, while my brother ryan and I would watch Nature on PBS. Gazelles and lions and wildebeasts in a dramatic display of living.
It’s good for hitting people in the head
You can make cutlery to eat people with from it
It’s also needed in your blood
Cluttered Grecian decor
Wrought clawed candle holders
Creased curtain pleats
Tasseled beige lampshades
Stifling mother ventilation system
Pressing to the surface; heat.
Iron mask cloak the hatred and spite engulfing the lives of the workers. They are not free men, as was promised, but instead are slaves to the Abundance’s wim. They can do nothing but what they are asked to. They are The Workers.
Iron is an essential element. People are deficient in this element. Supplements can fix this. Take in food that has iron.
I remember watching my wife iron my shirt the day before I started teaching. She laughed and said, “It’s a good thing you’re with me so you have someone to iron for you.”
I smiled in resonse andd simple retorted, “If I wasn’t with you I wouldn’t need my shirt to be ironed.”
Memories
He mined and mined and didn’t even know what he was looking for. His mother sent him to get gold, he knew that, but something about it just seemed so so, well insubstantial, what could you really do with gold except give it away? Or making fancy jewelry. No what he needed was Iron, something strong, something useful, what he needed was a life made of iron.
Iron sharpens iron, or so the Psalms says. It makes sense though. If we surround ourselves by those stronger than us, then they will dull us to strengthen themselves. Likewise, if we surround ourselves by weak people, we will only dull as we try to help them.
Horse, magnetic, flying through fields red as summer in the desert. A mother at home, dutifully doing all she can do at the same time. One moment in time, a steel city that has taken a new route to creating homes. girder by girder, the walls rise, the train leaves.
The iron building, it’s so big, i don;t even kno why, why is it so big? and hat was the point? to fool people? to deceive them? make them feel stupid for thinking that the building was normal? who knows? who cares? not me. maybe me. me. me.
The iron was on, but the plug had been pulled. Where was the charge coming from? The iron should be cold. Maybe it’s a reflection from the sun as it’s light streams through the closed window and hits the metal of the iron. Maybe it’s my imagination wanting the iron to be hot, and serve some purpose other than to flatten my clothes.