Comments on: Try to summarize http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022 Fri, 27 Jan 2012 05:13:26 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Quddus http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022/comment-page-1#comment-3300 Quddus Wed, 18 Jul 2007 22:55:42 +0000 http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022#comment-3300 i had the same words as i did before... there's a hint of a smile on their faces, knowing i have no choice just but to use them. i opt for a sigh instead. i look at me feet. i try and show people what i mean by exhibiting my hands, the stillness in my eyes. no gets it. my words chargs a cent more per syllable. (opportunists) i can't bargain them down. they beat me each time. i slouch into a corner. take my wallet from out my heart and begin to mummble incoherently. my words are stale. out of fashion. they have slinters on them- are light as cheap wood. they're rarely recieved correctly. they're utterly useless for communication. the things i feel too big for them. i'm too broke to use anything else. i haven't another key in my sack. words are everything. i am the victim and the captor. if i ever cried- it would be a stream of words. they line my arteries. i'm invisible but for them. i had the same words as i did before…
there’s a hint of a smile on their faces,
knowing i have no choice just but to use them.
i opt for a sigh instead.
i look at me feet.
i try and show people what i mean by exhibiting my hands,
the stillness in my eyes.
no gets it.
my words chargs a cent more per syllable.
(opportunists)
i can’t bargain them down.
they beat me each time.
i slouch into a corner.
take my wallet from out my heart
and begin to mummble incoherently.
my words are stale.
out of fashion.
they have slinters on them-
are light as cheap wood.
they’re rarely recieved correctly.
they’re utterly useless for communication.
the things i feel too big for them.
i’m too broke to use anything else.
i haven’t another key in my sack.
words are everything.
i am the victim and the captor.
if i ever cried- it would be a stream of words.
they line my arteries.
i’m invisible but for them.

]]> By: Andrew http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022/comment-page-1#comment-3297 Andrew Tue, 17 Jul 2007 21:08:14 +0000 http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022#comment-3297 Beautiful imagery of the Shrine and tea glass. I can relate to the way a thesaurus is painfully inadequate at finding words to convey thought and meaning. Beautiful imagery of the Shrine and tea glass. I can relate to the way a thesaurus is painfully inadequate at finding words to convey thought and meaning.

]]> By: sholeh http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022/comment-page-1#comment-3296 sholeh Tue, 17 Jul 2007 07:55:35 +0000 http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022#comment-3296 There is a reason Perisan tea is usually served in a glass... There is a reason Perisan tea is usually served in a glass…

]]> By: dan http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022/comment-page-1#comment-3295 dan Tue, 17 Jul 2007 03:36:22 +0000 http://sholeh.calmstorm.net/blog/archives/1022#comment-3295 "I watched the perfect color of Persian tea reflect torchlight..." I love this line. Light passing through tea is one of the most beautiful things in the world to me. Seriously, as I sip my tea I constantly raise my glass and gaze lovingly through it, admiring its elegant translucence. “I watched the perfect color of Persian tea reflect torchlight…”

I love this line. Light passing through tea is one of the most beautiful things in the world to me. Seriously, as I sip my tea I constantly raise my glass and gaze lovingly through it, admiring its elegant translucence.

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