The stem of things, the beginning. Where do my words flow from? Where do the flowers grow from? Where is my stem? Where is the ground that gives birth to all these odd ideas that are in my head. Rummaging around, I can’t seem to find my stem.
formatiion of ideas, kernel from which sprouts genius, holding up, maintaining, the lifeblood. Out of this can we only know so much; water goes up, makes us what we are, as we are. Without it, failure, falling.
I don’t know the meaning of that word. I don’t mind searching for it either. Why should I know every word in the english language? I’m not even a native speaker, and I’ll have the ECCE exam next Saturday, so.. I have better things to do now.
flower are blooming and all you got left is a leaf of marijuana left to tickle your tongue as you put this object in your mouth and slosh it around while you enter the stages
the stem of the plant was drooping as the flower dipped into the water. it was a green color so vibrant that it did not seem real. almost man-made. the color clearly contrasted the color of the pink flower. unbelievable. fucking. unbelievable.
Flowers, the stem of a flower growing into beautiful petals. Like the petals on a bike when a child rides it laughing in the summer sun, the sun grows the flower and rain feeds it. As the flower grows it dies, but not until it’s seeds are placed in the ground to grow once again.
i stem from the root of my ancestors. they are people who i love and honor every day, but somehow, i don’t seem to know every one of them. I am just thankful that i stem from just a great Slevcove branch. stems are also come with flowers and plants.
The thingy of a plant. the bit holding it up, the lifesource. It can’t live without it, but then it can’t live without any bit of it. Its green normally and snaps easily. Quite brittle.. sometimes oozes out a weird kinda substance,this is going to sound very strange.
the stem of a leaf. The stem delivers nutrients to the leaf and also leans toward the sun for the plant to receive its photosynetsis. The stem is an amazing thing created by God.
There was a tall stem standing in the middle of the room. At the top there was simply nothing – no flower, no leaf, no sign that the stem had ever produced anything, except it’s own height. It was a lovely color and was fine on its own so it was okay.
stem cell research is needed for the cure of many diseases that there must be research for such as cerebral palsy. I am the parent of two children with this terrible affliction and both are confined to a wheel chair.
flower and green things. they grow. they live. the are. alone they seem meaningless. green and tall. brown and small. length. their height. it brings it closer to the sun.
the stem keeps me home. Stops me from getting to far from what I am, or what I am to be. If one loses the stem then one loseses themselves to the will and ideal of others. Don’t be left stemless and lost. Be grounded and grow.
I think of a plant growing from the stem into a luscious adult plant. But that plant soon learns that the world isn’t as beautiful as it seems…the plant get chopped down to make room for steel contstructs.
there is a stem to this sentence and there are
letters like leaves to this stem it grows from here to where you are. it grows. I want you to know I water it every day and that is the stem
of it.
A stem. Simple. You are the basis, you are the life, you are the center. You have so much on your shoulders. Are you as sturdy as I need you to be? Who is your shoulder?
It is important to cut the stem of fresh cut flowers before you place them in water. This will the the flower clear access to the water and prolong its bloom life.
The rose poked through the snow, an odd rose, one that wanted to be a crocus. A rose that produces saffron, odd thing. I bent to pluck it and the flower moved from my hand… like a shadow. An elusive rose this. In horror movies this is where the suspenseful music starts.
is part of a plant that sustains it. it is brown and long and gives structure to the leaves that absorb the sunshine. it makes for what plants look like and can be thick or thin. can be broken with a snap. long.
the part that holds up the flower. It is green. four letters are in the word stem. The last two letters are the same as the first two in my name. I like this word because it makes me think of spring and warmth and I am stuck at home in a snow storm right now.
It tends to connect things, doesn’t it? Or serve as a conduit between the bloom and the earth… Or perhaps it is something different altogether, like the stem of a jug. What is it there for? If you lost a stem, what would change?
stem cell looking through the glass a thing thats in my hand a coffe a …… a a a a a a a a a a a celery stalk a green carmel a wonderful folding back. There once was a person whose consciousness folded back in a most imitable way and it became a red line with flakes and strawberries.
I am stemming from my mother; from my father.
My parents stemmed from their parents.
We are all stemming from the Heavens above us,
The stars are reminding us that we have kin in the clouds.
We are always stemming but our feet are rooted to the ground.
That’s why you are different, you’re the only one I know that is rooted from the sky, stemming down from the clouds.
I hold the flower in my hand,slide my fingers up and down its support system. The stem is its foundation, its building block, yet once the petals leave, there is nothing left. He loves me, he loves me not…
The stem of things, the beginning. Where do my words flow from? Where do the flowers grow from? Where is my stem? Where is the ground that gives birth to all these odd ideas that are in my head. Rummaging around, I can’t seem to find my stem.
formatiion of ideas, kernel from which sprouts genius, holding up, maintaining, the lifeblood. Out of this can we only know so much; water goes up, makes us what we are, as we are. Without it, failure, falling.
ooh there are flowers everywhere. I like milk
I don’t know the meaning of that word. I don’t mind searching for it either. Why should I know every word in the english language? I’m not even a native speaker, and I’ll have the ECCE exam next Saturday, so.. I have better things to do now.
The stem on the plant was drooping. “Is it dehydrated Ma?” I asked. “No it is dying little Lizzie. Don’t cry. Pleas.”
flower are blooming and all you got left is a leaf of marijuana left to tickle your tongue as you put this object in your mouth and slosh it around while you enter the stages
the stem of the plant was drooping as the flower dipped into the water. it was a green color so vibrant that it did not seem real. almost man-made. the color clearly contrasted the color of the pink flower. unbelievable. fucking. unbelievable.
Flowers, the stem of a flower growing into beautiful petals. Like the petals on a bike when a child rides it laughing in the summer sun, the sun grows the flower and rain feeds it. As the flower grows it dies, but not until it’s seeds are placed in the ground to grow once again.
i stem from the root of my ancestors. they are people who i love and honor every day, but somehow, i don’t seem to know every one of them. I am just thankful that i stem from just a great Slevcove branch. stems are also come with flowers and plants.
The thingy of a plant. the bit holding it up, the lifesource. It can’t live without it, but then it can’t live without any bit of it. Its green normally and snaps easily. Quite brittle.. sometimes oozes out a weird kinda substance,this is going to sound very strange.
flower, tree, roots. Stemulation(yeah I know the spelling is incorrect). to branch from…
Stem cell research will never outpace global warming. Those clones will not survive the rising tides. But we must keep humanunkind busy, you know.
no clue
the stem of a leaf. The stem delivers nutrients to the leaf and also leans toward the sun for the plant to receive its photosynetsis. The stem is an amazing thing created by God.
There was a tall stem standing in the middle of the room. At the top there was simply nothing – no flower, no leaf, no sign that the stem had ever produced anything, except it’s own height. It was a lovely color and was fine on its own so it was okay.
the beginning of a deeply rooted thought its what holds it all together….could be green might be brown..the route of all that needs to sustain life …
stem cell research is needed for the cure of many diseases that there must be research for such as cerebral palsy. I am the parent of two children with this terrible affliction and both are confined to a wheel chair.
flower and green things. they grow. they live. the are. alone they seem meaningless. green and tall. brown and small. length. their height. it brings it closer to the sun.
the stem keeps me home. Stops me from getting to far from what I am, or what I am to be. If one loses the stem then one loseses themselves to the will and ideal of others. Don’t be left stemless and lost. Be grounded and grow.
I think of a plant growing from the stem into a luscious adult plant. But that plant soon learns that the world isn’t as beautiful as it seems…the plant get chopped down to make room for steel contstructs.
tronco in 60 sec math
from the petals above
between her teeth encircling
stem stem stem
them them them
encircling
usually green when looking at a plant, long, holds up the flower (like the trunk of a flower).
Or, it could be part of a word…there’s the root word, then a stem word.
add a “sy” to the beginning & you have “system”
there is a stem to this sentence and there are
letters like leaves to this stem it grows from here to where you are. it grows. I want you to know I water it every day and that is the stem
of it.
A stem. Simple. You are the basis, you are the life, you are the center. You have so much on your shoulders. Are you as sturdy as I need you to be? Who is your shoulder?
It is important to cut the stem of fresh cut flowers before you place them in water. This will the the flower clear access to the water and prolong its bloom life.
The rose poked through the snow, an odd rose, one that wanted to be a crocus. A rose that produces saffron, odd thing. I bent to pluck it and the flower moved from my hand… like a shadow. An elusive rose this. In horror movies this is where the suspenseful music starts.
is part of a plant that sustains it. it is brown and long and gives structure to the leaves that absorb the sunshine. it makes for what plants look like and can be thick or thin. can be broken with a snap. long.
she faced the onslaught of what, a tide? a mudslide? a stampede? there was nothing she could do to stem the inevitable.
part of a plant, close to the root of things, strong, long, healthy, reaching for the sky, building up and up
it all stems from society. our culture. individual people are inteligent but groups of people are dumb as mud. why is this? why does this happen?
the stem of a flower is a delicate thing. He looked at it with a quizzical eye, trying to find a flaw in the creation.
the part that holds up the flower. It is green. four letters are in the word stem. The last two letters are the same as the first two in my name. I like this word because it makes me think of spring and warmth and I am stuck at home in a snow storm right now.
green
It tends to connect things, doesn’t it? Or serve as a conduit between the bloom and the earth… Or perhaps it is something different altogether, like the stem of a jug. What is it there for? If you lost a stem, what would change?
stem cell research.
gah.
stem cell looking through the glass a thing thats in my hand a coffe a …… a a a a a a a a a a a celery stalk a green carmel a wonderful folding back. There once was a person whose consciousness folded back in a most imitable way and it became a red line with flakes and strawberries.
I am stemming from my mother; from my father.
My parents stemmed from their parents.
We are all stemming from the Heavens above us,
The stars are reminding us that we have kin in the clouds.
We are always stemming but our feet are rooted to the ground.
That’s why you are different, you’re the only one I know that is rooted from the sky, stemming down from the clouds.
I hold the flower in my hand,slide my fingers up and down its support system. The stem is its foundation, its building block, yet once the petals leave, there is nothing left. He loves me, he loves me not…
you cut.
took it.
and stomped it.
this is what you called love.