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Heart of Persona - Animal Round Rules
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The Tongue Of The Mind
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reports, May 25The pen is the tongue of the mind.
~Miguel de Cervantes
"when it comes to love,
giving out is giving in;
it's a brush through tangled hair,
bombshell lungs built to burst,
and a carpal tunnel piano lesson."
"And when the clock strikes twelve...
Time for blood infested goodbyes
and lonely moments of turmoil
We are three kinds of magic"
"The night is a labyrinth.
In your hours lie the deepest turns, the darkest alleys.
These feet, timid, yet intent, would follow numerous warrens, your eyes as their sole incentive. "
"Henry licked the air with his feet. He wasn’t willing to risk exposing the rest of his body to the open air of his room just yet, and for good reason: It was cold. His toes reacted violently, shriveling like little slugs under a barrage of salt, and he sunk back under the covers; this was hardly the sign of a good day."
"Far more depressive than it should be,
poverty as far as the eye can see.
Down from below watching misery nest.
Am I the lord or am I the pest?"
"Concentration’s brains splattered on the floor.
As she took a mallet to him,
And kicked Inspiration out the door.
Thunderously hacking at each limb,
Down and down the mallet she bore."
"He kisses her until crimson roses bloom on her lips and spill down her alabaster skin
like sinful pomegranates from Persephone's own mouth"
"black rot settles between
my ribs, with ants by the
thousands conducting a parade
through all twenty feet
of intestine, and inch worms
creating traffic jams in my
veins."
"she
was born in a daisy field and
proud to tell you that her
first friend was a tick her first
lover an old shrew and her
first kiss went to the
overhead moon."
"she left 9 messages on his answering machine:
"when i grow up, i want to be a quick-change artist."
"there was no dew on the grass this morning."
"please talk to me."
"baby."
"i."
"miss."
"you."
"i think i'm in love.""
"she lies facedown on her dirty sheets afraid to breathe.
he'd carried her limp form through the winter darkened halls to the bedroom and laid her gently down between the cold linens.
when he tucked the blankets underneath her sides his fingers lingered
and the jagged untrimmed nails of his filthy carpenters hands
dug softly into the tender flesh underneath her breast"
"There's no such thing as being in love
No feelings sent from heaven above
It's not the stuff that movies are made of
It's just a gimmick to get your hopes up"
"Stop pointing that damn gun at me, Christopher Robin.
I'm side-lined at the half and my heart won't stop attacking itself.
How tasty.
So very pretentious and so, so sleazy in its movements.
She's a white-breasted lambchop in a tutu;
look at her spin."
"I was too young to remember;
maybe I still am."
"you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)"
"the way he watches her
his heart must string to his eyes
because when he blinks
you swear the lack of her
rips another sepulcher in his heart"
"1. All of a sudden I miss everyone.
It was raining when we set Rachel in the ground, a late afternoon shower under a dark chalkboard sky—not a downpour but a soft, solemn spray that brought to mind God's sense of cliché and melodrama. Her last letter sat folded up in my coat pocket, light as a goodbye wave, heavy as an accusation."
"The date is December 27, 2008. The time is 4:57 PM. The place is Seattle, Washington State, US of A. the situation is critical: an earthquake has just hit the city. Measuring as high as 7.8 on the Richter scale, a large majority of the city now lies in ruins, even as the aftershocks rip the earth open further."
"You never were very bright
mama said
as she boxed his ears
and served him another helping of corn pudding."
"his eyes are a faded sky and his smile is cracked and pained. each wrinkle on his face is a story of his life, and his feet are missing some toes."
"You live in the future, but your world's still flat.
Streaks of white on your black past
which turn into scenes of colour
as you drive your life down under."
"martinis sipped in the dim light of the room,
clock tick-tick-ticking closer to the
quarter-to-twelve angle."
"Order your black horses, Lord,
Let us saddle every one;
For the watch-men turn to guard your flank
From the clouded, covered sun."
"Last seen skipping in hot pursuit of quick white tail,
did you find what you were looking for, Alice?"
"she hung a sign from her right
ventricle, like any good
landlord should"
""you know your shoulder blades are where your wings are yet to grow?" i smiled,
tracing an outline of a great flying contraption on your back.
you grinned and stuck your tongue out at me.
"then i can fly to paris and sit up there with the gargoyles.""
"Groom in black,
bride in white.
Now has come
our wedding night.
Beneath the stars
we say "I do" -
Our final words,
we both knew."
"I suck in air. Reach into my pocket and run my fingers over the worn, crumpled paper that permanently resides there.
And as I kneel at his grave, crying, all I can think about his how he changed my life and I took his.
All I can think about is how I killed Shay Shroeder."
"Our class, beginning officially almost twenty minutes ago, was without our teacher, Mr. Jackson. On his best days he missed only half of class, coming in with a spring to his step and an ear wide grin; on his worst, he was on time or even early and either in a foul mood or just too tired to care."
"i am the way a child knows, without being told, that her father is not coming home. (i am the reason why she can feel the fatal moment, like a blow. she is too young to understand what the pain means but not too young to feel it.)"
"The night would last forever
on that warm summers eve
for my father would come to visit
and a child's heart would believe."
"She became a lakeside
chameleon rising
out of water--mouth parted;
breaths of words
plunging down her chin."
"sasha:
a seven year old girl with grey-green eyes fringed with long lashes;
downturned lips and translucent skin stretched over tiny bones.
my beautiful, broken, adopted little sister."
"Listen up, bruv – listen 'ard.
I ain't gonna repeat
Dis lesson wot you've gotta learn;
De message of da street."
"Muffin had been meowing for a good ten minutes. Just sitting at his feet, looking up, down, around, then back up again. Golden eyes flashed in the dim evening light, while long cinnamon fur trapped the light all along its back, haloing its small body. Her small mouth opened. Out came another meow."
"A much-folded and faded letter was found among the personal papers of Professor Howard Rice after his death in 1915. The contents, more than a little puzzling and troubling, are presented here unedited for your review."
"I am sitting on the porch, thinking. I seem to be doing a lot of it these days…just thinking. Wondering if the lollipop red of the sky tastes as sweet as morning’s first hours, or if it is simply reminiscent of the thickness of blood. Wondering if I could slice a cut across the sky, painting the virgin moon bright red, and gently float through the gap between time and space, an ethereal contortion of reality. Because I need to get away, don’t I? If I run fast enough, can I outrun the sadness, with its interminable loneliness and outstretched fingers so much like shredding talons? I need to forget…about him."
"“You see, it’s hard to explain…” Jonathan’s words formed a small puddle on the expensive, imported carpet next to the shattered corpse of the china vase. His down-turned face was painted in shades of red; the light hue of guilt brushed across his checks with two bold strokes of embarrassment for eyes."
"He’s curled up in a chair, with his head pressed against the tan-couch cushions, and his arms wrapped around the backs of his legs. I don’t see his face, but I don’t need to see it to know that he is just like me. The other people in the room are talking, no, whispering. Whispering things like, “He’s only fifteen.”"
"Ryan watched his girlfriend slam her locker door shut, her dark eyebrows drawn together, pretty mouth in a pout. “Something…wrong?” He was worried. Olivia was never like this. Never the…locker-slammer in the relationship."
"Dear Self.
We were good together;
a team of one
and for the most part I didn't mind you
but in the long run you let me down
you pissed me off
you broke my heart
I wanted to make it better but you wouldn't let me
You made me wait until it was too late"
"“Where’s Daddy going?”
“Quiet. Mommy’s busy.” The harsh rake of a metal zipper closing. The girl carefully lays her bear on the bed covers, then picks him up again."
~Miguel de Cervantes
"when it comes to love,
giving out is giving in;
it's a brush through tangled hair,
bombshell lungs built to burst,
and a carpal tunnel piano lesson."
"And when the clock strikes twelve...
Time for blood infested goodbyes
and lonely moments of turmoil
We are three kinds of magic"
"The night is a labyrinth.
In your hours lie the deepest turns, the darkest alleys.
These feet, timid, yet intent, would follow numerous warrens, your eyes as their sole incentive. "
"Henry licked the air with his feet. He wasn’t willing to risk exposing the rest of his body to the open air of his room just yet, and for good reason: It was cold. His toes reacted violently, shriveling like little slugs under a barrage of salt, and he sunk back under the covers; this was hardly the sign of a good day."
"Far more depressive than it should be,
poverty as far as the eye can see.
Down from below watching misery nest.
Am I the lord or am I the pest?"
"Concentration’s brains splattered on the floor.
As she took a mallet to him,
And kicked Inspiration out the door.
Thunderously hacking at each limb,
Down and down the mallet she bore."
"He kisses her until crimson roses bloom on her lips and spill down her alabaster skin
like sinful pomegranates from Persephone's own mouth"
"black rot settles between
my ribs, with ants by the
thousands conducting a parade
through all twenty feet
of intestine, and inch worms
creating traffic jams in my
veins."
"she
was born in a daisy field and
proud to tell you that her
first friend was a tick her first
lover an old shrew and her
first kiss went to the
overhead moon."
"she left 9 messages on his answering machine:
"when i grow up, i want to be a quick-change artist."
"there was no dew on the grass this morning."
"please talk to me."
"baby."
"i."
"miss."
"you."
"i think i'm in love.""
"she lies facedown on her dirty sheets afraid to breathe.
he'd carried her limp form through the winter darkened halls to the bedroom and laid her gently down between the cold linens.
when he tucked the blankets underneath her sides his fingers lingered
and the jagged untrimmed nails of his filthy carpenters hands
dug softly into the tender flesh underneath her breast"
"There's no such thing as being in love
No feelings sent from heaven above
It's not the stuff that movies are made of
It's just a gimmick to get your hopes up"
"Stop pointing that damn gun at me, Christopher Robin.
I'm side-lined at the half and my heart won't stop attacking itself.
How tasty.
So very pretentious and so, so sleazy in its movements.
She's a white-breasted lambchop in a tutu;
look at her spin."
"I was too young to remember;
maybe I still am."
"you're a disco dancing, drama queen with dirty hair and the permanent smell of stale cigarettes. but god, are you beautiful, twisting and dancing under circular lights,
and vomiting when you're done.(acid does some crazy shit)"
"the way he watches her
his heart must string to his eyes
because when he blinks
you swear the lack of her
rips another sepulcher in his heart"
"1. All of a sudden I miss everyone.
It was raining when we set Rachel in the ground, a late afternoon shower under a dark chalkboard sky—not a downpour but a soft, solemn spray that brought to mind God's sense of cliché and melodrama. Her last letter sat folded up in my coat pocket, light as a goodbye wave, heavy as an accusation."
"The date is December 27, 2008. The time is 4:57 PM. The place is Seattle, Washington State, US of A. the situation is critical: an earthquake has just hit the city. Measuring as high as 7.8 on the Richter scale, a large majority of the city now lies in ruins, even as the aftershocks rip the earth open further."
"You never were very bright
mama said
as she boxed his ears
and served him another helping of corn pudding."
"his eyes are a faded sky and his smile is cracked and pained. each wrinkle on his face is a story of his life, and his feet are missing some toes."
"You live in the future, but your world's still flat.
Streaks of white on your black past
which turn into scenes of colour
as you drive your life down under."
"martinis sipped in the dim light of the room,
clock tick-tick-ticking closer to the
quarter-to-twelve angle."
"Order your black horses, Lord,
Let us saddle every one;
For the watch-men turn to guard your flank
From the clouded, covered sun."
"Last seen skipping in hot pursuit of quick white tail,
did you find what you were looking for, Alice?"
"she hung a sign from her right
ventricle, like any good
landlord should"
""you know your shoulder blades are where your wings are yet to grow?" i smiled,
tracing an outline of a great flying contraption on your back.
you grinned and stuck your tongue out at me.
"then i can fly to paris and sit up there with the gargoyles.""
"Groom in black,
bride in white.
Now has come
our wedding night.
Beneath the stars
we say "I do" -
Our final words,
we both knew."
"I suck in air. Reach into my pocket and run my fingers over the worn, crumpled paper that permanently resides there.
And as I kneel at his grave, crying, all I can think about his how he changed my life and I took his.
All I can think about is how I killed Shay Shroeder."
"Our class, beginning officially almost twenty minutes ago, was without our teacher, Mr. Jackson. On his best days he missed only half of class, coming in with a spring to his step and an ear wide grin; on his worst, he was on time or even early and either in a foul mood or just too tired to care."
"i am the way a child knows, without being told, that her father is not coming home. (i am the reason why she can feel the fatal moment, like a blow. she is too young to understand what the pain means but not too young to feel it.)"
"The night would last forever
on that warm summers eve
for my father would come to visit
and a child's heart would believe."
"She became a lakeside
chameleon rising
out of water--mouth parted;
breaths of words
plunging down her chin."
"sasha:
a seven year old girl with grey-green eyes fringed with long lashes;
downturned lips and translucent skin stretched over tiny bones.
my beautiful, broken, adopted little sister."
"Listen up, bruv – listen 'ard.
I ain't gonna repeat
Dis lesson wot you've gotta learn;
De message of da street."
"Muffin had been meowing for a good ten minutes. Just sitting at his feet, looking up, down, around, then back up again. Golden eyes flashed in the dim evening light, while long cinnamon fur trapped the light all along its back, haloing its small body. Her small mouth opened. Out came another meow."
"A much-folded and faded letter was found among the personal papers of Professor Howard Rice after his death in 1915. The contents, more than a little puzzling and troubling, are presented here unedited for your review."
"I am sitting on the porch, thinking. I seem to be doing a lot of it these days…just thinking. Wondering if the lollipop red of the sky tastes as sweet as morning’s first hours, or if it is simply reminiscent of the thickness of blood. Wondering if I could slice a cut across the sky, painting the virgin moon bright red, and gently float through the gap between time and space, an ethereal contortion of reality. Because I need to get away, don’t I? If I run fast enough, can I outrun the sadness, with its interminable loneliness and outstretched fingers so much like shredding talons? I need to forget…about him."
"“You see, it’s hard to explain…” Jonathan’s words formed a small puddle on the expensive, imported carpet next to the shattered corpse of the china vase. His down-turned face was painted in shades of red; the light hue of guilt brushed across his checks with two bold strokes of embarrassment for eyes."
"He’s curled up in a chair, with his head pressed against the tan-couch cushions, and his arms wrapped around the backs of his legs. I don’t see his face, but I don’t need to see it to know that he is just like me. The other people in the room are talking, no, whispering. Whispering things like, “He’s only fifteen.”"
"Ryan watched his girlfriend slam her locker door shut, her dark eyebrows drawn together, pretty mouth in a pout. “Something…wrong?” He was worried. Olivia was never like this. Never the…locker-slammer in the relationship."
"Dear Self.
We were good together;
a team of one
and for the most part I didn't mind you
but in the long run you let me down
you pissed me off
you broke my heart
I wanted to make it better but you wouldn't let me
You made me wait until it was too late"
"“Where’s Daddy going?”
“Quiet. Mommy’s busy.” The harsh rake of a metal zipper closing. The girl carefully lays her bear on the bed covers, then picks him up again."
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i'm checking out the others, as well
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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"It's amazing, out in the park."
Will check out the others.
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"...the great tragedy of the world is not that people suffer, but how much they miss when they suffer. Nothing is quite as depressing as wasted pain, agony without an ultimate meaning or purpose." ~Fulton Sheen
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"The elevator to success is out of order. You’ll have to use the stairs… one step at a time."--Joe Girard
"The only place where dreams are impossible is in your own mind."--Emalie
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"The elevator to success is out of order. You’ll have to use the stairs… one step at a time."--Joe Girard
"The only place where dreams are impossible is in your own mind."--Emalie
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"The only place where dreams are impossible is in your own mind."--Emalie
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