My sister’s wedding vows are symbolized with platinum. so many people want this metal. why? because it is shiny. While people go hungry or are cold every night of the year, young kids go with out education, people are worried about pretty, shiny metal. But answer me this? Can you eat it? Will it protect you from the cold? Will the greed for shiny things teach our children that helping others, kindness and love are the things of the greatest value? Or will it teach them that, as long as it’s shiny, you should have it. I want my wedding vows to be symbolized with a young tree. Growth, shelter, and a place to sit and observe the world, hopefully learning something about that which we are all a part of. Make it beautiful, not satisfied.
It’s amazing how little I have to say about this word. I keep thinking I have something to say about celebrities, but even then I don’t care enough to finish the thought.
I always wanted an older sister. Someone to help me out when I needed guidance, someone to side with me despite my errors, and someone to drive me to and from places.
I think it was with this mentality that I always searched for a figure to fill that type of role. It was a selfish endeavor, and ne that was doomed to fail.
Yes, I ended up with a platinum-coated heart and a hesitancy to be ashamed of.
Platinum is a metal that sounds really exciting, like it’s in a superhero story or something, but I honestly have no idea what it’s made of, or if it’s an element, or if it does anything special, or if it’s expensive, or anything like that. Just goes to show that a word can be sort of commonplace, but I can still be pretty ignorant about it.
-You really think you’re ready for this? he held out his hand to me, eyebrows raised.
-Oh, I’m ready! I snatched his hand into mine and rushed forward into the abyss, dragging him with me, running fast as I could so we wouldn’t have time to change our minds.
She had platinum eyes that shined like beach sand when the sea reaches the shore. She had eyes that made your knees shake. She had a heart that made the world seem sort of okay. But she was emotionally damaged like you wouldn’t believe.
i like planets. i like the idea that there is some far away place that i have never been to. i like the idea that i will never get to visit most of these planets. i mean, i like the wonder i suppose.
She was worth it, he decided. She was the apple of her eye. She was worth more than all the gold and silver and precious stones in the world. She completed him and he could never see himself without her by his side. Smiling, he swung the door to the jewelry shop open, ready to begin his future with her.
Scarlet stained, platinum locks fell into her blank, lifeless expression. I took one last look at the beautiful pale face I used to call mine, the rose of its cheeks would never show again, everything seemed to slow down for me, so that I could properly see her vacant blue eyes through the violent red patches.
something that is shiny, important. like the awards everyone knows about em and like going platinum on an album or record or whatever…yea that’s it, reminds me of goldish silverish. And I want a brownie!
Sometimes I wish
I could believe
that everything I see
will be encased in pillows
and laid to rest
above me,
clouds above me.
Sometimes I believe
that the world inside of me
would break away
the night to day,
sun pouring out my insides.
Sometimes I wish I could stay,
and wouldn’t have to fight the urge
to start cryin’,
start thinkin’ about dyin’.
And I wonder why
the world I see
can’t come with me.
Sometimes I wonder how
people far away
can be so close to me,
can still believe in me.
Sometimes I believe
the days will keep passing
and the world will look back
and wonder why it still
all looks the same,
just as the day we said
we’d be alright.
He disgusted me more than any human I knew. It was the worst offense, and I couldn’t believe I had been friends with him. His mind was diluted and broken. But he would never fix it; he couldn’t. He would only make excuses for his dangerous brain.
Credit card
I do not have a single one of you
And I am unapologetic
Within a year I would be heavily immersed in debt
Your shiny grin would make
My weak and failed heart spin
Your platinum gold cover
Will always hover
Against the vault of my mind.
platinum waves of shiny hair that is what i’ll see when she grays and lies besides me whispering arent we glad that we stayed so cute, so honest, so close, even in the days when life threatened to turn her platinum before her hand released mine.
His hair was platinum blonde, but not from a box. As he weaved through the busy hallways his hair stood out like a beacon; it was impossible to lose him. He walked out the front doors, and as he looked as his watch (12:45), he took off sprinting without a care in the world.
Platinum maybe causes Alzheimer’s disease. That seriously sucks. What if your hubby gave you a platinum wedding band? You wouldn’t want to replace it. It has so much sentimental value. But you don’t want to forget who your husband is either.
I thought the song of my life was heading for number one with a bullet. The album was going to hit platinum on the charts. But missile-like it’s spiralling downwards. The backing singers were lip synching, the b@stards. The producers have disappeared with my cash. I can’t get airplay. I just wanna sing my song. It’s all gone so wrong. Yodel-lay-e-hee. Free, free, set me free.
platinum is an element. it comes between iridium and gold, i believe (that was off my head so don’t quote me) it is a transition metal and is quite valuable apparently. it’s something like Pt… or is that plutonium?
“This watch is Fucking Platinum!” “Who do you think you are?”, the words hung in the air as Jack walked by the bar ricocheting off of the douchey bourgeois jerk that continued to prattle on at the bar.
She needs everything to be glittery. All of her materialistic nonsense. It’s all got to have a silver lining. Dressed in diamonds and money. Sparkling everywhere, a wonderland of superficiality. It makes me sick, how she pays more attention to her platinum universe than she does me. My fucking sister, that jappy bitch.
His smile played across his lips like a symphony
His fingers long, comforting, like a pianists fingers
He lured you in with those fingers and that smile
Wrapping you into him
The platinum of his ring stinging cold against your neck
That was my ring
My ring to give
The day when I wore the dress tiered like a cake
And you sat in the pew wearing the lace hat that covered your jealous eyes.
She whispers beautiful like a cloud cries pretty. It’s worth more than platinum when she closes her eyes and smiles, her skin a heaven I have never known before.
Platinum. I always wonder about those girls that have obviously dyed their hair platinum blonde. What was wrong with their normal hair? Why can girls just realize that they really are beautiful the way they are. They don’t need to look like blond bimbos to look good. In fact I’ve met so many guys that say pony tails, jeans, and a t-shirt is the best look for girls, because they look natural.
Bric-a-brac, piled high to the rafters. Every conceivable kind of tat, layer upon layer of it, with barely a glimpse of daylight between the dust-strewn strata, a geological feature laid down by a madman. And there I was, convinced that the whole lot was going to come down and bury me alive at any moment, searching for the madman’s pen: a platinum-nibbed, 21 carat gold “dear, dear present from my great Aunt Margaret, I absolutely, positively must find it”, while he reclined, perspiring, in the lounge.
they say get platinum. my grandma had yellow gold, mama had yellow gold. i feel like platinum is too obviously of this time, i don’t know about platinum. something classic, to last forever. like my admiration of him is supposed to.
Shiny, that’s all that mattered. The white gold shone true through cloudy night skies as she looked upon it once more. He’d proposed just moments before and already she had accepted as rain slowly pattered agains the world, a cold moment made warm by an honest heart. She admired it,
Platinum is a lovely metal that my wedding ring is made of. Everytime I look at my ring I’m always happy I chose platinum. When I look at others who have a wedding ring of white gold and see how it’s discolored so quickly, I proudly show off my platinum ring.
She shines like silver but she’s no more than fool’s gold. She may glitter but she’s far from being a star, she pretends she’s something false, she pretends her life away, she’s been pretending all these years. When she looks in the mirror she can’t find herself, all she can see is blinding shine.
The sheen of pewter before it reaches a millenium age. The scent of a silver winter, where the world sleeps inside of a solid chrysalis of silence and reflection. The echoes of trees and solid things like earth and creatures slumber within this gilted precipice of cold and shining morning. The arms of old buildings reach for one another like lovers frozen in time, lost in the stagnancy of empty night roads, black and dripping with rain rather than snow to be slick as obsidian without the magma seed. I am a Platinum heart, a sharp resonance sounding in my hollow body like a mineral, a pyrite of metallic gray hue. I am half-full, half-dreaming, in a place where footsteps ring like bells sounding midnight but speak tomes of absence and discord in the single-celled sound of one lingering ripple. The wind slows, the rain patters like small hands tapping chords on the window pane, and I hear the song, but do not sing.
The ring shone brightly in the dimming sunset. It wasn’t gold – at least, not -gold- gold. They called it white gold. He didn’t really know why. It didn’t matter what it was called anyways – he opened his hand and tipped his palm, letting it fall into the sand. With the tip of his boot, he made sure it was covered and buried before he left.
Cold metal lined the walls, a platinum sheet enclosing every surrounding. There was no apparent way out; no cracks in the metal, no slivers of light peeking out from under doorways. It was an entirely enclosed room, and she was completely alone.
My platinum member card at my favorite store. Spending hours with my friends at the mall talking about everything from boys to the stupid teacher. These are the moments we will never forget. These are the moments that dreams are made of.
platinum. who wants it? Not me. well, if I came across some I’ll probably cash it in!
pltiinum blonde. so what. platinum sales. platinum doesn’t seem to apply to me.
Platinum records. I remember a time when people bought CD’s and supported artists. Now there are just downloads. Kind of sad I think…
My sister’s wedding vows are symbolized with platinum. so many people want this metal. why? because it is shiny. While people go hungry or are cold every night of the year, young kids go with out education, people are worried about pretty, shiny metal. But answer me this? Can you eat it? Will it protect you from the cold? Will the greed for shiny things teach our children that helping others, kindness and love are the things of the greatest value? Or will it teach them that, as long as it’s shiny, you should have it. I want my wedding vows to be symbolized with a young tree. Growth, shelter, and a place to sit and observe the world, hopefully learning something about that which we are all a part of. Make it beautiful, not satisfied.
give me
that diamond ring
set in platinum
forever
like you and me
we talk about it
sure
and it doesnt have to be anything
dazzling
i just want you to ask
and i want to say yes
It’s amazing how little I have to say about this word. I keep thinking I have something to say about celebrities, but even then I don’t care enough to finish the thought.
it is a kind of precious stone like gold silver etc. it is used in making ornaments.
I always wanted an older sister. Someone to help me out when I needed guidance, someone to side with me despite my errors, and someone to drive me to and from places.
I think it was with this mentality that I always searched for a figure to fill that type of role. It was a selfish endeavor, and ne that was doomed to fail.
Yes, I ended up with a platinum-coated heart and a hesitancy to be ashamed of.
Platinum is a metal that sounds really exciting, like it’s in a superhero story or something, but I honestly have no idea what it’s made of, or if it’s an element, or if it does anything special, or if it’s expensive, or anything like that. Just goes to show that a word can be sort of commonplace, but I can still be pretty ignorant about it.
-You really think you’re ready for this? he held out his hand to me, eyebrows raised.
-Oh, I’m ready! I snatched his hand into mine and rushed forward into the abyss, dragging him with me, running fast as I could so we wouldn’t have time to change our minds.
She had platinum eyes that shined like beach sand when the sea reaches the shore. She had eyes that made your knees shake. She had a heart that made the world seem sort of okay. But she was emotionally damaged like you wouldn’t believe.
i like planets. i like the idea that there is some far away place that i have never been to. i like the idea that i will never get to visit most of these planets. i mean, i like the wonder i suppose.
She was worth it, he decided. She was the apple of her eye. She was worth more than all the gold and silver and precious stones in the world. She completed him and he could never see himself without her by his side. Smiling, he swung the door to the jewelry shop open, ready to begin his future with her.
Scarlet stained, platinum locks fell into her blank, lifeless expression. I took one last look at the beautiful pale face I used to call mine, the rose of its cheeks would never show again, everything seemed to slow down for me, so that I could properly see her vacant blue eyes through the violent red patches.
something that is shiny, important. like the awards everyone knows about em and like going platinum on an album or record or whatever…yea that’s it, reminds me of goldish silverish. And I want a brownie!
Sometimes I wish
I could believe
that everything I see
will be encased in pillows
and laid to rest
above me,
clouds above me.
Sometimes I believe
that the world inside of me
would break away
the night to day,
sun pouring out my insides.
Sometimes I wish I could stay,
and wouldn’t have to fight the urge
to start cryin’,
start thinkin’ about dyin’.
And I wonder why
the world I see
can’t come with me.
Sometimes I wonder how
people far away
can be so close to me,
can still believe in me.
Sometimes I believe
the days will keep passing
and the world will look back
and wonder why it still
all looks the same,
just as the day we said
we’d be alright.
Platinum grin
Walks across the floor
I know this feeling
Here comes trouble
Oh well
It feels too good to resist.
Dangerous Love
He disgusted me more than any human I knew. It was the worst offense, and I couldn’t believe I had been friends with him. His mind was diluted and broken. But he would never fix it; he couldn’t. He would only make excuses for his dangerous brain.
Credit card
I do not have a single one of you
And I am unapologetic
Within a year I would be heavily immersed in debt
Your shiny grin would make
My weak and failed heart spin
Your platinum gold cover
Will always hover
Against the vault of my mind.
platinum waves of shiny hair that is what i’ll see when she grays and lies besides me whispering arent we glad that we stayed so cute, so honest, so close, even in the days when life threatened to turn her platinum before her hand released mine.
His hair was platinum blonde, but not from a box. As he weaved through the busy hallways his hair stood out like a beacon; it was impossible to lose him. He walked out the front doors, and as he looked as his watch (12:45), he took off sprinting without a care in the world.
Platinum maybe causes Alzheimer’s disease. That seriously sucks. What if your hubby gave you a platinum wedding band? You wouldn’t want to replace it. It has so much sentimental value. But you don’t want to forget who your husband is either.
I thought the song of my life was heading for number one with a bullet. The album was going to hit platinum on the charts. But missile-like it’s spiralling downwards. The backing singers were lip synching, the b@stards. The producers have disappeared with my cash. I can’t get airplay. I just wanna sing my song. It’s all gone so wrong. Yodel-lay-e-hee. Free, free, set me free.
Maybe one day, I’ll write songs and sing on an album and it will go platinum.
Rarity stared in awe at the gem before her.
Shiny, almost silvery. She’d never seen anything like it.
Her eyes were almost tearing up at the sight of the mysterious jewel.
“Oh.” said Twilight. “That’s platinum. Very precious and rare.”
She scooped up the jewel, already imagining what dress she could make with its beauty.
platinum is an element. it comes between iridium and gold, i believe (that was off my head so don’t quote me) it is a transition metal and is quite valuable apparently. it’s something like Pt… or is that plutonium?
“This watch is Fucking Platinum!” “Who do you think you are?”, the words hung in the air as Jack walked by the bar ricocheting off of the douchey bourgeois jerk that continued to prattle on at the bar.
She needs everything to be glittery. All of her materialistic nonsense. It’s all got to have a silver lining. Dressed in diamonds and money. Sparkling everywhere, a wonderland of superficiality. It makes me sick, how she pays more attention to her platinum universe than she does me. My fucking sister, that jappy bitch.
His smile played across his lips like a symphony
His fingers long, comforting, like a pianists fingers
He lured you in with those fingers and that smile
Wrapping you into him
The platinum of his ring stinging cold against your neck
That was my ring
My ring to give
The day when I wore the dress tiered like a cake
And you sat in the pew wearing the lace hat that covered your jealous eyes.
She whispers beautiful like a cloud cries pretty. It’s worth more than platinum when she closes her eyes and smiles, her skin a heaven I have never known before.
Platinum. I always wonder about those girls that have obviously dyed their hair platinum blonde. What was wrong with their normal hair? Why can girls just realize that they really are beautiful the way they are. They don’t need to look like blond bimbos to look good. In fact I’ve met so many guys that say pony tails, jeans, and a t-shirt is the best look for girls, because they look natural.
Bric-a-brac, piled high to the rafters. Every conceivable kind of tat, layer upon layer of it, with barely a glimpse of daylight between the dust-strewn strata, a geological feature laid down by a madman. And there I was, convinced that the whole lot was going to come down and bury me alive at any moment, searching for the madman’s pen: a platinum-nibbed, 21 carat gold “dear, dear present from my great Aunt Margaret, I absolutely, positively must find it”, while he reclined, perspiring, in the lounge.
they say get platinum. my grandma had yellow gold, mama had yellow gold. i feel like platinum is too obviously of this time, i don’t know about platinum. something classic, to last forever. like my admiration of him is supposed to.
Shiny, that’s all that mattered. The white gold shone true through cloudy night skies as she looked upon it once more. He’d proposed just moments before and already she had accepted as rain slowly pattered agains the world, a cold moment made warm by an honest heart. She admired it,
Platinum is a lovely metal that my wedding ring is made of. Everytime I look at my ring I’m always happy I chose platinum. When I look at others who have a wedding ring of white gold and see how it’s discolored so quickly, I proudly show off my platinum ring.
She shines like silver but she’s no more than fool’s gold. She may glitter but she’s far from being a star, she pretends she’s something false, she pretends her life away, she’s been pretending all these years. When she looks in the mirror she can’t find herself, all she can see is blinding shine.
The sheen of pewter before it reaches a millenium age. The scent of a silver winter, where the world sleeps inside of a solid chrysalis of silence and reflection. The echoes of trees and solid things like earth and creatures slumber within this gilted precipice of cold and shining morning. The arms of old buildings reach for one another like lovers frozen in time, lost in the stagnancy of empty night roads, black and dripping with rain rather than snow to be slick as obsidian without the magma seed. I am a Platinum heart, a sharp resonance sounding in my hollow body like a mineral, a pyrite of metallic gray hue. I am half-full, half-dreaming, in a place where footsteps ring like bells sounding midnight but speak tomes of absence and discord in the single-celled sound of one lingering ripple. The wind slows, the rain patters like small hands tapping chords on the window pane, and I hear the song, but do not sing.
The ring shone brightly in the dimming sunset. It wasn’t gold – at least, not -gold- gold. They called it white gold. He didn’t really know why. It didn’t matter what it was called anyways – he opened his hand and tipped his palm, letting it fall into the sand. With the tip of his boot, he made sure it was covered and buried before he left.
Cold metal lined the walls, a platinum sheet enclosing every surrounding. There was no apparent way out; no cracks in the metal, no slivers of light peeking out from under doorways. It was an entirely enclosed room, and she was completely alone.
My platinum member card at my favorite store. Spending hours with my friends at the mall talking about everything from boys to the stupid teacher. These are the moments we will never forget. These are the moments that dreams are made of.