halfway through the summer- just got back from a month in europe- about to go to college. its been a year of transitions.
Change is good.
workoutPull the wordsworkout by ~readerfan
Let them flow
To your hands.
Deep breath and begin!
Throw it out
Catch it when it
faster & faster
your hands whip around;
Who knew a conversation could also be a workout?
chains that bindChains that Bindchains that bind by ~readerfan
The fine chains woven of hair and glass,
Shine wetly with crystallized power.
The hair a living link to those who love
And hate me. I yank and pull hoping one will SNAP!
Shudder with defeat and sink down toward the ground,
Pulling the ropes with me. I feel their pressure everyday
Guiding me, pushing me, holding me. I sag and the ropes pull tight.
The tight hold is not ever rough but neither is the noose at first.
I rest my head upon the cold unforgiving ground knows that it will take all my mistakes and not try to make it better.
I realize Im still tense and with a deep breath I let it all go.
SNAP! SNAP! SN
a deaf mans handsHis hands are strong,a deaf mans hands by ~readerfan
They have to be
They work all day and never stop.
They constantly move, never stopping
Always flitting about like a hummingbird.
Gracefully they pat and tuck and turn and roll.
Leaping from one word to the next faster than you can see.
The hands know what you are about to say
They are alive in sense beyond the norm.
They grab your words and release a thought to you.
The soft sounds of skin on skin indicate what word they are saying
His hands are sentient and convey thoughts
Beyond what he meant to say
Conveying his anguish, his love, his innermost feelings
We see his heart in his words
The words are a so