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Quotes the Ninth / Asinine

Sweat marched on his brow, to pillage his composure and burn his eyes.

The hairs of his mustache spun themselves onto his lips, dancing their 8-legs when he dared to be silent.

Frost builds on the unheated glass, clear but now hard to see through.

Rare are her smiles, so he collects and tags them to be recalled later, when time permits and he’s alone again.

She loosened her fingers from her palm, hoping he’d make use of them sooner/now and not when they’ve tensed again.

He forgets the weight of words on shoulders bearing the stress of being his wife.

They wash their towels after wading in the mold of their shower.

Children ask, “why?,” to better understand; adults state why to avoid having to understand.

The endless, “why?,” should always be used to help understand every situation. Dig in; don’t walk away.

Adults tend to skip the why’s. (Homophone on purpose.)

I work backwards so I can know how to get where I already am.

Life is easier when you show your work; otherwise, people seem to think you’re a simpleton with epiphanies.

Always dry your hands before you start drying dishes. This logic can be used for anything else you may be doing.

I now prefer, “make sure your hands aren’t wet before drying the dishes.” Less redundancy, more imagery.

They’re usually the smartest one in the room, unless they catch themself in the mirror.

Push, pull, remain.

She has complete control only inside her house; otherwise, she lashes at everyone.

We’re all puppies. Not weeds in a garden.

If you weren’t a baby, I might call you a name.

She talks with her whole mouth.

To the blind reader, what’s written means what they’re told.

They breathe with their teeth. A real teeth-breather.

He finds time to whine. He berates to settle into himself.


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Quotes Seven

Quotes Seven

Everyone is a story, waiting to unravel for you.

All of life can be summed up in the words written about a cup of melting ice and the remnants of a drink.

A woman cares most about her extremities, where she is furthest from herself and closest to who she wants to be.

A man worries most about their stature, what is natural or gained/lost and matters least when all alone.

Success is collaborative, though recognition usually falls on a single set of shoulders—not the tallest or strongest, but the most talkative.

We often look past the execution to the role being executed. If we appreciate the execution performed by others, we learn from them, absorbing tidbits of their story to make our own more vibrant. Even the most disgruntled should execute with aplomb, daring another to question their performance and the results brought through determination; a new role awaits us all if we remain professional, regardless of the task.

Your words fill volumes, but my thoughts can only fill a page.

They’re the type to mention they stayed somewhere exotic for 2 weeks, withholding that it took 4 years.

“We,” when one.

We poets are just screaming babes with no other means to emote; few of us learn to talk, and far fewer learn to form coherent sentences.

The hardest part of our lives, waking up, is also the most rewarding.

Quotes VI

A song can come from anyone who cares to sing.

Human languages are funny, right? We have to use so many sounds and symbols to express a desire for survival. [This desire includes surviving with others, which, in turn, increases our chances for survival.]

Coupling is replacing one’s blanket with another person.

Some hold fast this thought of being above emotion, knowing not that being dispassionate merely increases the likelihood of being met with emotion. Some hold fast this thought of needing emotion, knowing not that being emotional merely increases the likelihood of being met with dispassionateness. Between both somes lives empathy, waiting, like a crossing guard, to solve for situations before they happen.

Wordiness is next to boring, where all writers dear not tread, ‘less their readers know the perils.

Forgetting isn’t a problem, so long as I remember where I am.

Performance is less tied to cause than purpose.

“Motivation,” resonates as a reason to move, though was first the reason for standing still.

Part of taking the high ground is leaving the low ground.

There are they who are blessed by fortune, and they who are fortunate to be blessed; always remember: both are blessed.

From faucet flows flattened flame, clear on skin, burning all the same.

We fall to see which way is up.

Wind brings movement of seed, soil, sand, leaf, and temperatures, sure, but wind wraps around, pushing, and we, silly billions, always try to fight back.

Do we really know our experiences? How sad to know only our recollection, when angles matter more than occurrences; something can happen once, but be known an untold number of ways.

So, we’re here; where else could we be?

See yourself, but know everyone else.

Always gain another’s view. Being well-rounded isn’t just about knowing everything, but knowing how others view everything, too.

What he says makes more sense than what is heard.

In the most hostile environment, become comfortable. Relieving yourself of anxiety and fear make you more capable of handling reality, which is often less hostile than perceived.

More exists in me than expressions can show. For that reason, I must use subtleties and gestures as well.

I am not slow, nor is an artist quite inefficient. If you wish to see/hear/read the outcomes, enjoy the strokes and the lulls.

Life is one of few who can fool you into acceptance and rebellion, without letting you know in which you have fallen.

Pride is a mighty beast who cowers not at Belief.

If there is no new content, create. All we ever do is consume that which we have not created, giving rise to a need to create our own, that which is new. This is why we prosper so: we desire all we do not know, have not experienced, do not yet have; we desire completion, a feeling of being whole through absorption of life.

​”Power,” this idea that someone has control over another, is completely imaginary. The only control one has is based solely on another’s decision to obey.

A situation is always scarier than a scenario.

Some people are bulldozers, some people are steamrollers. Some people can push through anything, and some people seem tough, but they need everything laid out all nice & even.


love is being inconvenienced,
but knowing it’s all worth it.