windmills make me think of anything dutch, yellow tulips, windmills in a field. my mom once said she thought windmills should be painted pretty colors when there’s a bunch of them together so it wouldnt’ be boring to look at them on a long drive….i think that would look pretty awesome. my mom’s always coming up with good ideas. hopefully someone will paint all the windmills someday soon…can’t think of much more
austen wright
it is used to generate power from the wind energy which is obtainable from the nature. this is a renewable form of energy. it could be an major source of energy later as all non-renwable sources are getting depleted at alarming rate.
praveen
What turns the windmill of his mind? Was it shame? It looked like rage. Sometimes it felt as if the the storm would prove too much, the ground shook from vibration. The resonance was powerfully destructive. She felt like every cell lurch. When possible she’d walk away from his rants. They sickened her body & spirit. Which wasn’t exactly all there anyway, otherwise she wouldn’t have married an alcoholic.
Out of the blue, today she remembered a quote from high school history: “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle” – Plato (427 BC – 347 BC). Be kind. His 4 am rant had generated the most disturbing dream. She’d dreamt they’d had a child together. It had heard the vulgar insults he spewed at her. Then repeated them to her after he’d left. In the dream, she’d decided to kill the child. First she’d taken a blade & drew it lightly along it’s cheek. The child smiled, must have tickled. Then she’d taken a pillow & began suffocating it. Seemed a long time before it began struggling for survival. She hadn’t the will to wait so long & lifted the pillow to peek. The child drew a breath, then smiled innocently up at her. “I love you too” she’d said…Upon awakening, she’d remembered the quote, placing her hands on her heart.
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The windmill slowly fans through the air, red gore dripping from its blades. He looks at me, and says ‘did you really have to do that?’ I nod. However gory, that was the only way I could. He kisses me, and I laugh.
ThisBountifulBriar
I was running down the road, and i saw it.
the windmill onthe side of the road
the spinning arms
waving me over
crying:
“COME be with me”
I realized then that no one could get close to the windmill, because its arms would push them away; he would hurt them.
I cried for him then.
Because I too knew how it felt to be a windmill.
Kendra
round red green blue alone wind razor wooden one window tubular movment round movment bread village
mrkvica
near my girlfriend’s house, there’s this lot that used to have one house and a windmill on it. in this house lived a crazy old lady that everyone believed to be evil and/or out of her mind or maybe even a witch. the lady passed away and they tore down her house and now they put up a new ‘haunted’ cul-de-sac called “Windmill Estates”.
griffin.
why not?
Bobby Lightening
windmills are like giant fans blowing us alway from our own creation they make us fell like they are stronger than us, and they are.
zostendorf@hotmail.com
there was a windmill on a farm and everytime the wind blew the windmill would turn. It was beautiful like something out of an old art book
Rivka
there was a windmill on a farm and everytime the wind blew the windmill would turn. It was beautiful like something out of an old art book
Rivka
nebraska fields, blue skies, and farms. family. friends. happiness. windmill the game. sore arms. home. where i grew up.
sami
Don Quixote. I had a manager at Sonic that I worked with named Josh. I hated him at first. But eventually we became friends, and he even invited me to his wedding! His favorite book was Don Quixote. We talked about religion a lot, mainly predestination.
Brendan
wind power things that create energy killing birds altomont pass green things thinking forword
andy
wind
Anonymous
Man’s best trick of getting mother nature to do his dirty work
S
Windmill. Powerful power generator. Bird killer. Feather coat. Feathers flying covered in blood. Wind in the Willows. Blowing a slight blue freeze. Freezing wind frozen people; noses. Children screaming crying for help. Drowning.
Mira Rose
windmills are pretty cool. I used to live in one back in the Netherlands. It would go round and round and birds would fly into it causing them to die instantly. As I watched the majestic aviators soar into the windmill’s blades I was reminded of the passing beauty in life.
Jon
Windmills are all around my grandmas house. I never understood why she had such a passion for them. Sometimes I think she misses the past, and maybe, somehow, the twirling of something she can’t truly see inspires her. The wind is so easy to move, and yet we build these large spectacles to push it around. I don’t want my grandma to ever feel pushed around. She deserves every ounce of air that comes her way.
Laura
i don’t know what the heck it is.
it is something found in barns and wherever they are needed.
why do i need to write about this in the first place??
i don't know who ia m
I am watching a movie. I spent the day with my mom. I had a really go day. We went out to eat and went shopping. We talked a lot which was well needed!
Melissa
The windmill creaked as the hurricane gust blew.
Anonymous
windmill
marissa
air, holland, wooden shoes, tulips, home,
Anonymous
i saw a windmill the other day, it spun and spun and spun, but sadly, it seemed to contribute nothing, it just moved along slowly, at the leisure of the wind, a true means of having to have someone else support it.
windmills are lazy.
So I was just standing there, and the arms were turning. And I was watching them, and they just kept going and going. And I realized that my mind was also turning. Thoughts just stopped and started and moved on, sifting through events and memories and people and words.
needle
well one time i saw a windmill . at this crazy ass little bathtub that the cows used to drink in. when i saw the cow. i looked at him & he looked at me. i miss my grandparents house.. that god damn cow was so so cute. i want to hug him & give in kisses. that would be a really great day. the day that will happen
Ashe
The air flew by his face with such power, such force. It was an adrenaline he had never experienced before, standing so close the the sweeping blades. Anything else he had always been to scared to do, but this, this was science, he knew he was safe.
Em
country fun old times imagination love stories the life i never had i wish i had a forbidden love story like the notebook i love chaz austin aiello alot and chris scott dunnington
taylor
creates energy in the way that we should create it.
Anonymous
Windmill sweeping across my face, the distance muse, the everlasting enemy, the one I can never reach, Cervantes, what have you done to me? I’m looking for water, the wheels spin too fast. The well is draining, and I find freedom at last.
BT
I saw that windmill every day for years. I never thought too much of it at first, but after a while I began to notice just how big a part of my life it was. It was what i saw when i left my house, what i saw when I came back. It spun constantly, even as I slept. It wasnt real, it didnt rely on wind. It was electronic, all for show.
Melanie
Windmill windmill for the land
Love forever hand in hand…
The guitar rested so neatly in her small, pale hands; it felt so natural to strum out the tune that ticked through her mind to the rhythm of her heartbeat. The music was what kept her going. The music was what kept the windmill she sat before going, and she didn’t think it’d be right for her to stop just yet.
Danielle
the windmill was the one place that i always wanted to be . It just make my hard to go wild
jcn
swirling, autonomous machine generated by the incessant motion of our planet’s wind; a harbinger of power to millions of humans the world over.
Stephen McCutcheon
renewable energy is something everyone likes and it will help the environment, who doesnt like helping our environment. people that dont are just extremely selfish but whats new? this is america!
Ariel
there once was a windmill on the side of the road. Not your average Windmill, a Jenkity old Windmill with just as much personality as Mr.Dexter from next door. When you saw the windmill blow you just knew it was gonna be one of thoes days.
Scarletfire
its round and wodden and i love it coz it kinda from holland and cute!
holland has clogs too
mini ones are scary and freaks me out if i ma alone
ahhh wthhhhh
sha
The windmill was in the field. Brown grass. There was a house that the windmill got energy from. The windmill was made of wood. Children loved to play near the windmill, but one day little Suzy got lost and they think it was because of the windmill…is it alive? What happens when the windmill comes to life?
windmills make me think of anything dutch, yellow tulips, windmills in a field. my mom once said she thought windmills should be painted pretty colors when there’s a bunch of them together so it wouldnt’ be boring to look at them on a long drive….i think that would look pretty awesome. my mom’s always coming up with good ideas. hopefully someone will paint all the windmills someday soon…can’t think of much more
it is used to generate power from the wind energy which is obtainable from the nature. this is a renewable form of energy. it could be an major source of energy later as all non-renwable sources are getting depleted at alarming rate.
What turns the windmill of his mind? Was it shame? It looked like rage. Sometimes it felt as if the the storm would prove too much, the ground shook from vibration. The resonance was powerfully destructive. She felt like every cell lurch. When possible she’d walk away from his rants. They sickened her body & spirit. Which wasn’t exactly all there anyway, otherwise she wouldn’t have married an alcoholic.
Out of the blue, today she remembered a quote from high school history: “Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle” – Plato (427 BC – 347 BC). Be kind. His 4 am rant had generated the most disturbing dream. She’d dreamt they’d had a child together. It had heard the vulgar insults he spewed at her. Then repeated them to her after he’d left. In the dream, she’d decided to kill the child. First she’d taken a blade & drew it lightly along it’s cheek. The child smiled, must have tickled. Then she’d taken a pillow & began suffocating it. Seemed a long time before it began struggling for survival. She hadn’t the will to wait so long & lifted the pillow to peek. The child drew a breath, then smiled innocently up at her. “I love you too” she’d said…Upon awakening, she’d remembered the quote, placing her hands on her heart.
molino de viento
The windmill slowly fans through the air, red gore dripping from its blades. He looks at me, and says ‘did you really have to do that?’ I nod. However gory, that was the only way I could. He kisses me, and I laugh.
I was running down the road, and i saw it.
the windmill onthe side of the road
the spinning arms
waving me over
crying:
“COME be with me”
I realized then that no one could get close to the windmill, because its arms would push them away; he would hurt them.
I cried for him then.
Because I too knew how it felt to be a windmill.
round red green blue alone wind razor wooden one window tubular movment round movment bread village
near my girlfriend’s house, there’s this lot that used to have one house and a windmill on it. in this house lived a crazy old lady that everyone believed to be evil and/or out of her mind or maybe even a witch. the lady passed away and they tore down her house and now they put up a new ‘haunted’ cul-de-sac called “Windmill Estates”.
why not?
windmills are like giant fans blowing us alway from our own creation they make us fell like they are stronger than us, and they are.
there was a windmill on a farm and everytime the wind blew the windmill would turn. It was beautiful like something out of an old art book
there was a windmill on a farm and everytime the wind blew the windmill would turn. It was beautiful like something out of an old art book
nebraska fields, blue skies, and farms. family. friends. happiness. windmill the game. sore arms. home. where i grew up.
Don Quixote. I had a manager at Sonic that I worked with named Josh. I hated him at first. But eventually we became friends, and he even invited me to his wedding! His favorite book was Don Quixote. We talked about religion a lot, mainly predestination.
wind power things that create energy killing birds altomont pass green things thinking forword
wind
Man’s best trick of getting mother nature to do his dirty work
Windmill. Powerful power generator. Bird killer. Feather coat. Feathers flying covered in blood. Wind in the Willows. Blowing a slight blue freeze. Freezing wind frozen people; noses. Children screaming crying for help. Drowning.
windmills are pretty cool. I used to live in one back in the Netherlands. It would go round and round and birds would fly into it causing them to die instantly. As I watched the majestic aviators soar into the windmill’s blades I was reminded of the passing beauty in life.
Windmills are all around my grandmas house. I never understood why she had such a passion for them. Sometimes I think she misses the past, and maybe, somehow, the twirling of something she can’t truly see inspires her. The wind is so easy to move, and yet we build these large spectacles to push it around. I don’t want my grandma to ever feel pushed around. She deserves every ounce of air that comes her way.
i don’t know what the heck it is.
it is something found in barns and wherever they are needed.
why do i need to write about this in the first place??
I am watching a movie. I spent the day with my mom. I had a really go day. We went out to eat and went shopping. We talked a lot which was well needed!
The windmill creaked as the hurricane gust blew.
windmill
air, holland, wooden shoes, tulips, home,
i saw a windmill the other day, it spun and spun and spun, but sadly, it seemed to contribute nothing, it just moved along slowly, at the leisure of the wind, a true means of having to have someone else support it.
So I was just standing there, and the arms were turning. And I was watching them, and they just kept going and going. And I realized that my mind was also turning. Thoughts just stopped and started and moved on, sifting through events and memories and people and words.
well one time i saw a windmill . at this crazy ass little bathtub that the cows used to drink in. when i saw the cow. i looked at him & he looked at me. i miss my grandparents house.. that god damn cow was so so cute. i want to hug him & give in kisses. that would be a really great day. the day that will happen
The air flew by his face with such power, such force. It was an adrenaline he had never experienced before, standing so close the the sweeping blades. Anything else he had always been to scared to do, but this, this was science, he knew he was safe.
country fun old times imagination love stories the life i never had i wish i had a forbidden love story like the notebook i love chaz austin aiello alot and chris scott dunnington
creates energy in the way that we should create it.
Windmill sweeping across my face, the distance muse, the everlasting enemy, the one I can never reach, Cervantes, what have you done to me? I’m looking for water, the wheels spin too fast. The well is draining, and I find freedom at last.
I saw that windmill every day for years. I never thought too much of it at first, but after a while I began to notice just how big a part of my life it was. It was what i saw when i left my house, what i saw when I came back. It spun constantly, even as I slept. It wasnt real, it didnt rely on wind. It was electronic, all for show.
Windmill windmill for the land
Love forever hand in hand…
The guitar rested so neatly in her small, pale hands; it felt so natural to strum out the tune that ticked through her mind to the rhythm of her heartbeat. The music was what kept her going. The music was what kept the windmill she sat before going, and she didn’t think it’d be right for her to stop just yet.
the windmill was the one place that i always wanted to be . It just make my hard to go wild
swirling, autonomous machine generated by the incessant motion of our planet’s wind; a harbinger of power to millions of humans the world over.
renewable energy is something everyone likes and it will help the environment, who doesnt like helping our environment. people that dont are just extremely selfish but whats new? this is america!
there once was a windmill on the side of the road. Not your average Windmill, a Jenkity old Windmill with just as much personality as Mr.Dexter from next door. When you saw the windmill blow you just knew it was gonna be one of thoes days.
its round and wodden and i love it coz it kinda from holland and cute!
holland has clogs too
mini ones are scary and freaks me out if i ma alone
ahhh wthhhhh
The windmill was in the field. Brown grass. There was a house that the windmill got energy from. The windmill was made of wood. Children loved to play near the windmill, but one day little Suzy got lost and they think it was because of the windmill…is it alive? What happens when the windmill comes to life?