the abandoned home was left rotting with an excessive amount of roots devouring everything inside and out. the chappy walls were soggy enough to peel off and the floors cry with devouring pain from the dying roots.
i collect all kinds of roots. big roots, little roots, medium-sized roots and every general step inbetween. the roots of my problems is these roots, ironically. it all started on a warm summer morning in april 1986. i wish sitting outside in the shade of a tiny tree with my baseball glove that i had even though i never played baseball ever and had no plans to. truth is i stole it.
The stem of all life. When Adam first saw Eve on that sweet summer day, with the breeze running through her hair he wished it was his own hand. From them came all afterwards, but with their messed up plans and devil’s temptation they left us in a muddle with nothing and nowhere to go.
the beginning. we always come down to the roots of everything. roots grow deep and wide but no matter how big something gets, it all starts with it roots.
wow, i have know idea what my purpose is and i want to believe in God but i feel like im notbelieving enought or just am not believeing because all the evidence other wise and it it sucha strange concept. damn
im scared
The root is the main part of a plant and could also be the main part of the problem. Problems zre complicated but are easy to fix if you can just find the root of the problem first!
The root of a tree, the root of the family, the root of a cause, the root of my soul, everything begins somewhere, where we have begun is a part of who we are now, our roots get us to where we are now. The root of something is important to know the effect of how something came to be, to trully understand something you must understand the root
Curling deep into the earths crust, extending like some vampiric parasite sucking the life blood from the earths crust. Slithering unknown beneath wandering feet.
I found a deep root at the base of my mind. It saturated my thoughts and overtook my emotions. I couldn’t contain all the power within the base of my skull. I was overwhelmed by it.
In vascular plants, the root is the organ of a plant that typically lies below the surface of the soil. This is not always the case, however, since a root can also be aerial (growing above the ground) or aerating (growing up above the ground or especially above water). Furthermore, a stem normally occurring below ground is not exceptional either (see rhizome). So, it is better to define root as a part of a plant body that bears no leaves, and therefore also lacks nodes. There are also important internal structural differences between stems and roots.
The first root that comes from a plant is called the radicle. The four major functions of roots are 1) absorption of water and inorganic nutrients, 2) anchoring of the plant body to the ground and 3) storage of food and nutrients and 4) to prevent soil erosion. In response to the concentration of nutrients, roots also synthesise cytokinin, which acts as a signal as to how fast the shoots can grow. Roots often function in storage of food and nutrients. The roots of most vascular plant species enter into symbiosis with certain fungi to form mycorrhizas, and a large range of other organisms including bacteria also closely associate with roots.
Early root growth is one of the functions of the apical meristem located near the tip of the root. The meristem cells more or less continuously divide, producing more meristem, root cap cells (these are sacrificed to protect the meristem), and undifferentiated root cells. The latter become the primary tissues of the root, first undergoing elongation, a process that pushes the root tip forward in the growing medium. Gradually these cells differentiate and mature into specialized cells of the root tissues.
Roots will generally grow in any direction where the correct environment of air, mineral nutrients and water exists to meet the plant’s needs. Roots will not grow in dry soil. Over time, given the right conditions, roots can crack foundations, snap water lines, and lift sidewalks. At germination, roots grow downward due to gravitropism, the growth mechanism of plants that also causes the shoot to grow upward. In some plants (such as ivy), the “root” actually clings to walls and structures.
Growth from apical meristems is known as primary growth, which encompasses all elongation. Secondary growth encompasses all growth in diameter, a major component of woody plant tissues and many nonwoody plants. For example, storage roots of sweet potato have secondary growth but are not woody. Secondary growth occurs at the lateral meristems, namely the vascular cambium and cork cambium. The former forms secondary xylem and secondary phloem, while the latter forms the periderm.
In plants with secondary growth, the vascular cambium, originating between the xylem and the phloem, forms a cylinder of tissue along the stem and root. The vascular cambium forms new cells on both the inside and outside of the cambium cylinder, with those on the inside forming secondary xylem cells, and those on the outside forming secondary phloem cells. As secondary xylem accumulates, the “girth” (lateral dimensions) of the stem and root increases. As a result, tissues beyond the secondary phloem (including the epidermis and cortex, in many cases) tend to be pushed outward and are eventually “sloughed off” (shed).
Roots are the places where we are said to have sprung up from, like flowers. Or weeds on some occasions. We’re born in some hospital in some city. But…this might not exactly be our roots. Maybe we live in some little town outside of that city…Different influences…That city is not our roots, yet it is where we began. If only plants were the same. You plant a Poppy seed, and get a Marigold instead. Now wouldn’t that be fun? If anything, it proves that puns are not everything.
The twisty root of a tree wrapping itself around everything in it’s path. Squeezing the life out of it. Much like a root outside of marriage. It shrinks the will for control of yourself. It becomes the controller. You have no control. Anymore.
there is lots of meanings for the word rooting. but the most known meaning for it is sex. thats all kids do these days, root root root and root. it really is discusting at the amount of people and age that do it.
trees have roots. a root is the base of a tree, it keeps it secure and in the ground. kind of like family. family are my roots; they keep me grounded and stable, while ensuring i recieve the nutrients i need to grow and sprout into who i need to become; beautiful and strong. Apples grow on trees. just like people grow from families.
It took me a long time to appreciate my roots. My loud, noisy, Filipino roots. My roots are great at cooking, story telling, pinching children’s cheeks, spoiling their grandkids, and terrible at being quiet.
At the root of my hair is an oily patch. But at the root of the banyan tree i saw the other day, there was only green grass. Shoot, that was a different root. Or maybe the square root is what I am after, but what sort of root would that be? I like round roots better than square roots.
roots laying in the ground, twisting, winding in and out up and down. The trees swaying softly above the maze of bark and grit and strength. Anchoring.
the roots of my feet keep me here. i dont want to be here. you know, more than i do that getting out is the only thing i ever think of. roots wind around me every day that i stay and don’t pursue who i want to be. Not just who I want to be, but who I physically HAVE to be. I can’t stand this. it’s nauseating. I want to leave. Your heart is calling to me. I don’t even know you. But i know you’re not here.
I’ve never been a marathon runner – I’ve always been a sprinter – and today was a marathon. That’s the root of the problem. What I do, I do well. What I do, I do quickly. When it’s midnight and things are still going full steam, you can expect that I’ll be a little grouchy and that’s just how it is.
I’m officially NEVER trying out for cross country.
probably because it’s my first word prompt.
the root of all word prompts.
like it’s the root of the root of a tree called life, except in this situation, it’s to cure writer’s block.
my year-old writer’s block.
maybe it’s the start of something new again.
maybe i’ll start writing once more.
My heritage. Dirt. Sun. Heat. Sticky skin. Sepia photos. Why Delano? Why Delano, you ask? It’s where all the Mexicans are. It’s where it all started. It’s where it will all end one day. I can feel it, in my roots. Can you?
Roots grow and are strong. they reach out and just escape your mind . they are the beginning of everything, what makes people think. i dont know what i’m talking about but all i know is that the root is the BEGINNINg. the start of an AURA what ever that is im weird
The root of all things is truth, and we seek out the truth everyday even if we dont realize it, even if we try to deny it. For at the root of all lies and rumors and disbelief we have the truth of the matter and it is our roots we turn to to find out who we truly are. Roots define you and make you,
It was a pain I had never known before. Excruciatingly pleasant. I watched the artist ink my body. Tree roots were slowly making their way up my arm, tinted with greens, blues, and purples. They would remind me to stay grounded.
Did you know that the root of all trees is like the secret moonbase to all walks of life? As Paul Harvey once said, It’s True! Now you too can own the magic of roots with all new Root! (R) which is really just tree bark. In pickle brine. Order now! What’s your face? That’s right, a root. Right root.
the roots sink down into the concrete like
otherwordly tentacles, ensnaring
nutrients from the earth
Below, capturing water and
Producing nitrogen from
Broken, barren soil
The root of my sadness and the root of my happiness can be tied together with out even realizing it. I grow from my roots and must fallow my soul to see where my sadness and happiness are tied together.
What is the root of all evil? Is it something that happened when we’re kids, something that sends roots of fear deep into our psyche to become permanently wired? Is it the roots of our culture, our genetics. What is the root of evil in our lives. I just don’t know for sure, but I think it varies for all of us. It’s different for all of us. But it’s still reversible. For some of us, it can change. Thank the goddess.
The root of all my paint comes from childhood, comes from love, comes from second guessing my self. The root of my happiness comes from my core, my being and yet it also comes from my parents, my friends, my family, all those that love me for me. If only i could see what they see
Root? You want to get to the root of the problem? The root of the problem is those roots over there! The darn tree roots have gone straight over to the drain field, which means that it is going to have to be repaired … or replaced. That is the root of the problem!
I don’t know what it is about the word root that makes me feel pure. It’s almost as if I imagine myself at the base of a tree, digging through the cold soil to the root of the tree. Now as dirty as that sounds, it also sounds magical. Call me pretentious for trying to be symbolic, but a root sets my mind to the most profound elements of my life: the root that keeps me grounded, and the grip that enables me to nourish my soul.
it is the beginning of all ends, it is the thing that grows from the ground before we have any foundations, any branches, any beautiful leaves and beautiful fruits. without it we cannot be a constant and we cannot grow. it is overlooked, because it cannot be seen but it is important, like many things in this world that we take for granted everyday
the abandoned home was left rotting with an excessive amount of roots devouring everything inside and out. the chappy walls were soggy enough to peel off and the floors cry with devouring pain from the dying roots.
i collect all kinds of roots. big roots, little roots, medium-sized roots and every general step inbetween. the roots of my problems is these roots, ironically. it all started on a warm summer morning in april 1986. i wish sitting outside in the shade of a tiny tree with my baseball glove that i had even though i never played baseball ever and had no plans to. truth is i stole it.
The stem of all life. When Adam first saw Eve on that sweet summer day, with the breeze running through her hair he wished it was his own hand. From them came all afterwards, but with their messed up plans and devil’s temptation they left us in a muddle with nothing and nowhere to go.
The root of the problem is also the only way to solve it. The only way to get rid of a weed s to get rid of the root, than the weed is gone forever!
Hold me, hold me where I belong. Deep down, my origin that makes me who I am… Unchangeable. Give me strength while I try to find myself.
the beginning. we always come down to the roots of everything. roots grow deep and wide but no matter how big something gets, it all starts with it roots.
wow, i have know idea what my purpose is and i want to believe in God but i feel like im notbelieving enought or just am not believeing because all the evidence other wise and it it sucha strange concept. damn
im scared
The root is the main part of a plant and could also be the main part of the problem. Problems zre complicated but are easy to fix if you can just find the root of the problem first!
Root is a dumb word. And I give up. Well I dont give up…I just demand a new word. HA now what :)
The root of a tree, the root of the family, the root of a cause, the root of my soul, everything begins somewhere, where we have begun is a part of who we are now, our roots get us to where we are now. The root of something is important to know the effect of how something came to be, to trully understand something you must understand the root
Curling deep into the earths crust, extending like some vampiric parasite sucking the life blood from the earths crust. Slithering unknown beneath wandering feet.
I found a deep root at the base of my mind. It saturated my thoughts and overtook my emotions. I couldn’t contain all the power within the base of my skull. I was overwhelmed by it.
In vascular plants, the root is the organ of a plant that typically lies below the surface of the soil. This is not always the case, however, since a root can also be aerial (growing above the ground) or aerating (growing up above the ground or especially above water). Furthermore, a stem normally occurring below ground is not exceptional either (see rhizome). So, it is better to define root as a part of a plant body that bears no leaves, and therefore also lacks nodes. There are also important internal structural differences between stems and roots.
The first root that comes from a plant is called the radicle. The four major functions of roots are 1) absorption of water and inorganic nutrients, 2) anchoring of the plant body to the ground and 3) storage of food and nutrients and 4) to prevent soil erosion. In response to the concentration of nutrients, roots also synthesise cytokinin, which acts as a signal as to how fast the shoots can grow. Roots often function in storage of food and nutrients. The roots of most vascular plant species enter into symbiosis with certain fungi to form mycorrhizas, and a large range of other organisms including bacteria also closely associate with roots.
Early root growth is one of the functions of the apical meristem located near the tip of the root. The meristem cells more or less continuously divide, producing more meristem, root cap cells (these are sacrificed to protect the meristem), and undifferentiated root cells. The latter become the primary tissues of the root, first undergoing elongation, a process that pushes the root tip forward in the growing medium. Gradually these cells differentiate and mature into specialized cells of the root tissues.
Roots will generally grow in any direction where the correct environment of air, mineral nutrients and water exists to meet the plant’s needs. Roots will not grow in dry soil. Over time, given the right conditions, roots can crack foundations, snap water lines, and lift sidewalks. At germination, roots grow downward due to gravitropism, the growth mechanism of plants that also causes the shoot to grow upward. In some plants (such as ivy), the “root” actually clings to walls and structures.
Growth from apical meristems is known as primary growth, which encompasses all elongation. Secondary growth encompasses all growth in diameter, a major component of woody plant tissues and many nonwoody plants. For example, storage roots of sweet potato have secondary growth but are not woody. Secondary growth occurs at the lateral meristems, namely the vascular cambium and cork cambium. The former forms secondary xylem and secondary phloem, while the latter forms the periderm.
In plants with secondary growth, the vascular cambium, originating between the xylem and the phloem, forms a cylinder of tissue along the stem and root. The vascular cambium forms new cells on both the inside and outside of the cambium cylinder, with those on the inside forming secondary xylem cells, and those on the outside forming secondary phloem cells. As secondary xylem accumulates, the “girth” (lateral dimensions) of the stem and root increases. As a result, tissues beyond the secondary phloem (including the epidermis and cortex, in many cases) tend to be pushed outward and are eventually “sloughed off” (shed).
Roots are the places where we are said to have sprung up from, like flowers. Or weeds on some occasions. We’re born in some hospital in some city. But…this might not exactly be our roots. Maybe we live in some little town outside of that city…Different influences…That city is not our roots, yet it is where we began. If only plants were the same. You plant a Poppy seed, and get a Marigold instead. Now wouldn’t that be fun? If anything, it proves that puns are not everything.
The twisty root of a tree wrapping itself around everything in it’s path. Squeezing the life out of it. Much like a root outside of marriage. It shrinks the will for control of yourself. It becomes the controller. You have no control. Anymore.
there is lots of meanings for the word rooting. but the most known meaning for it is sex. thats all kids do these days, root root root and root. it really is discusting at the amount of people and age that do it.
trees have roots. a root is the base of a tree, it keeps it secure and in the ground. kind of like family. family are my roots; they keep me grounded and stable, while ensuring i recieve the nutrients i need to grow and sprout into who i need to become; beautiful and strong. Apples grow on trees. just like people grow from families.
It took me a long time to appreciate my roots. My loud, noisy, Filipino roots. My roots are great at cooking, story telling, pinching children’s cheeks, spoiling their grandkids, and terrible at being quiet.
At the root of my hair is an oily patch. But at the root of the banyan tree i saw the other day, there was only green grass. Shoot, that was a different root. Or maybe the square root is what I am after, but what sort of root would that be? I like round roots better than square roots.
root for the home team. Is that how you spell “root” as in cheer? Root beer, root beer floats. I wonder how karen is doing??
These are my roots
They do not define me as a person
They show where I’ve been
These roots are my failures,
my accomplishments
my loves
my hates.
I am not my roots
My roots are me.
roots laying in the ground, twisting, winding in and out up and down. The trees swaying softly above the maze of bark and grit and strength. Anchoring.
the roots of my feet keep me here. i dont want to be here. you know, more than i do that getting out is the only thing i ever think of. roots wind around me every day that i stay and don’t pursue who i want to be. Not just who I want to be, but who I physically HAVE to be. I can’t stand this. it’s nauseating. I want to leave. Your heart is calling to me. I don’t even know you. But i know you’re not here.
I’ve never been a marathon runner – I’ve always been a sprinter – and today was a marathon. That’s the root of the problem. What I do, I do well. What I do, I do quickly. When it’s midnight and things are still going full steam, you can expect that I’ll be a little grouchy and that’s just how it is.
I’m officially NEVER trying out for cross country.
Roots, an amazing evolutionary step. Also, a staple in the diet of pretty much every creature on earth.
why do i keep on getting this fucking damn word?
probably because it’s my first word prompt.
the root of all word prompts.
like it’s the root of the root of a tree called life, except in this situation, it’s to cure writer’s block.
my year-old writer’s block.
maybe it’s the start of something new again.
maybe i’ll start writing once more.
perhaps.
My heritage. Dirt. Sun. Heat. Sticky skin. Sepia photos. Why Delano? Why Delano, you ask? It’s where all the Mexicans are. It’s where it all started. It’s where it will all end one day. I can feel it, in my roots. Can you?
Roots grow and are strong. they reach out and just escape your mind . they are the beginning of everything, what makes people think. i dont know what i’m talking about but all i know is that the root is the BEGINNINg. the start of an AURA what ever that is im weird
The root of all things is truth, and we seek out the truth everyday even if we dont realize it, even if we try to deny it. For at the root of all lies and rumors and disbelief we have the truth of the matter and it is our roots we turn to to find out who we truly are. Roots define you and make you,
It was a pain I had never known before. Excruciatingly pleasant. I watched the artist ink my body. Tree roots were slowly making their way up my arm, tinted with greens, blues, and purples. They would remind me to stay grounded.
Did you know that the root of all trees is like the secret moonbase to all walks of life? As Paul Harvey once said, It’s True! Now you too can own the magic of roots with all new Root! (R) which is really just tree bark. In pickle brine. Order now! What’s your face? That’s right, a root. Right root.
trees have roots they are very essential part of a tree they supply food to the plats they are the grsneris of food.they help the growth of atree
You are the earth that hugs my root you are my flower peddle’s dew
the roots sink down into the concrete like
otherwordly tentacles, ensnaring
nutrients from the earth
Below, capturing water and
Producing nitrogen from
Broken, barren soil
The root of my sadness and the root of my happiness can be tied together with out even realizing it. I grow from my roots and must fallow my soul to see where my sadness and happiness are tied together.
What is the root of all evil? Is it something that happened when we’re kids, something that sends roots of fear deep into our psyche to become permanently wired? Is it the roots of our culture, our genetics. What is the root of evil in our lives. I just don’t know for sure, but I think it varies for all of us. It’s different for all of us. But it’s still reversible. For some of us, it can change. Thank the goddess.
The root of all my paint comes from childhood, comes from love, comes from second guessing my self. The root of my happiness comes from my core, my being and yet it also comes from my parents, my friends, my family, all those that love me for me. If only i could see what they see
Root? You want to get to the root of the problem? The root of the problem is those roots over there! The darn tree roots have gone straight over to the drain field, which means that it is going to have to be repaired … or replaced. That is the root of the problem!
I don’t know what it is about the word root that makes me feel pure. It’s almost as if I imagine myself at the base of a tree, digging through the cold soil to the root of the tree. Now as dirty as that sounds, it also sounds magical. Call me pretentious for trying to be symbolic, but a root sets my mind to the most profound elements of my life: the root that keeps me grounded, and the grip that enables me to nourish my soul.
it is the beginning of all ends, it is the thing that grows from the ground before we have any foundations, any branches, any beautiful leaves and beautiful fruits. without it we cannot be a constant and we cannot grow. it is overlooked, because it cannot be seen but it is important, like many things in this world that we take for granted everyday