The NonVerbal ThesaurusNonVerbal:Not spoken > Body Language.Thesaurus: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Latin thesaurus, treasury, from Greek thesauros.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ n. pl. the•sau•ri (-sôri) or the•sau•rus•es 1. A book of synonyms, often including related and contrasting words and antonyms.2. A book of selected words or concepts, such as a specialized vocabulary of a particular field. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, Fourth Edition copyright ©2000 by Houghton Mifflin Company. Updated in 2009.Dialogue is VISUAL -- Not just a bunch of words. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Watch the a
what if i forgot_cwhat if i lost youamongst sea weed and wheat fieldsand what if fieldmice whisperedyour whereaboutsthrough my ear drumsand caressed my memorywith your words.[what if i was to whisper sweet nothings in your ear until you lost your feet and floated instead? what if i grabbed your hand and pulled it through my chest, let you push aside my ribs and get lost in me?]what if i taught youhow to love and howto cry and how toexpress your emotionslike cyanide sinking through teeth, and filinginto your pink gums.[what if i pulled you inside out and painted the backside of your skin with coral and wind and hear
Prayer For The Abused ChildRest nowbroken babyyour message has been deliveredDid they hear it?deaf and blind to your criesand that of those before youSleep nowfolded angeldo not fret over the ignorantThey will lament your beautynever admiting it wiltedin their careQuiet nowdefeated warriorthe time is come for othersto rage on your behalf
You Are the Fairytale PrinceYou are the fairytale prince,And I’m the uglyStepsister, Watching you courtCinderella—You are the fairytale prince,And I’m the wickedQueen,Crying when you kissSnow White—You are the fairytale prince,And I’m the evilEnchantress,Wishing I was yourSleeping Beauty—You are the fairytale prince,And I’m lying Here,Waiting for my turnTo be a princess.
ToA: Smiles“Ion…” Anise murmured as the two walked down Daath’s streets, “You know… people don’t live forever…”“Hmmm?” Ion asked, cocking his head, “What are you talking about, Anise?”“Well… you know… life is fickle… you could die tomorrow from a freak accident… I could get crushed under a pile of books… you could get crushed under a giant hippo…”“I don’t understand,” Ion murmured, “Why are we talking about hippos?”“The point is!” Anise turned to face him, placing her hands on her hips, “That people hav
Shadow + Mountain DewShadow + Mountain Dew = Not GoodShadow: Ya know I’ve never had a mountain dew?Sonic: Huh really? Want one?Shadow: Ok, but it’s not radioactive is it?Sonic: Why would it?Shadow: Because it’s all green and stuff..Sonic: Wow paranoid much?Shadow: Peoples are out to get me… Mostly called fan-girls..Sonic: Just drink it…Shadow: FINE! -drinks- OH MY SWEET MARIA THIS STUFFS THE SHIZ!!!Sonic: hehe this’ll be fun, come on Shadow ol’ buddy to the SKATING RINK!!Shadows: Ultra yayz!!And so they go in a car I guess, or they run. Honestly I don’t know how they got their but they did!Sonic:
Little EggsOne green morning, our fat little facesLook out the kitchen window andFind a robin and her nest on our windowsill.She carries baubles and trinkets—candyWrappers and foil—before her vivaciousRed breast and weaves them tenderly into her nest.My mother, laughing, saysShe’s dizzy with anticipation, painting ponies And clouds on nursery walls.Soon enough little blue eggs fillThe happy twigs and their gaudy trappingsAnd the robin settles—snug, waiting.We, too, wait for spring miracles on the Windowsill. Weeks pass—she sits faithful—butEggs remain eggs.Mother gets an odd pallor and avoids the
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