Mime time! was her catchphrase
Useless though since she wasn’t allowed to talk
That and she didn’t have the skills yet to pantomime it well
Eventually, one day, she would achieve master-level status and silently scream in triumph!
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Finding his emotions too cumbersome to deal with, he packed them away.
Eliminating his ability to cope with other people around him
Everything became harder until he decided to become a hermit
Leaving humanity behind allowed him to decompress and once again begin to …
Getting her teenager to work around the house was always a chore
Every day they would go round and round each other, grinding away
And eventually, it would torque the two of them right off and nothing would get done
Reaching into her emergency chocolate stash she wondered how she could lubricate the situation
She ended up giving them a peace offering from her stash and that allowed the two of them to switch …
Think, therefore I am was his favorite idiom
He held onto it with both hands, never letting it go
Others gave up and allowed themselves to become fleshy robots
Under the guise that the need for money was above all
Given that option himself, he rejected to play along
He kept generating new and different mental creations to escape their drudgery
That was why he was gone when they finally came to imprison him for his ideas
Focusing on what caused him to tremble
Embracing the terror he held in his hand
Allowed him to rise above that base emotion and use it to his advantage
Reaching for the top of the box he opened it and asked, “Will you marry me?”
Being such an acerbic person
Allowed him to eat through most of the resistance he encountered
So it surprised him when she neutralized him so easily
Eventually, he found out the reason was she was caustic
Now everyone was counting the seconds
Excited about a new beginning, a new something
What changes were possible
Yet he sat on the couch and sipped his champagne calmly
Every day was his chance to begin anew, to try to right his wrongs
And that allowed him to find peace with himself every night as he went to sleep
Ready to celebrate a new chance, a new resolution, every day. That was worth celebrating
Pliable emotions allowed them to bend and not break
Letting the couple withstand so many of life’s issues
And it also let their souls meld into a perfect fit with each other
So it was no surprise to those around that as their features morphed by time’s hands
That it didn’t make a difference to the beauty they saw in each other
It was inspirational to view, to feel
Can something like that be recycled for the betterment of society?
Home is home, but sometimes you just live in a place
Outside is allowed to get ragged, inside things are just left where they are
Vistas of unkept memories and mementos cast aside without a care
Eclipsing all hopes of doing something about it, to make it a livable space
Leaving you to wonder if it is just a condemned dwelling, or a wasted life
The room spun as he tried to stand up
Of all the nights, tonight was the night he had to drink the good stuff
Perhaps he should have allowed himself to bottom out instead
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