Syntactical Choices
A few assignment in my lit class for syntax. I figured if I was going to do some work in my least favorite class, might as well throw in something I do love.
I have a taeny/jeti bias so you can treat this as whatever pairing :)
1.
She pushes me to the couch as she began her lecture--it's a rerun--but I still listen. She'll always be the leader, the mother, my best friend.
2.
Although I'm standing here, holding your hand, smiling, one thought still plagues my mind: I did her wrong.
4.
Something is missing. The atmosphere is calm, but I could still feel my guts roaring; it knows. Staring down, I saw my trembling hand (the same ugly hand) and it was then-although I already knew--that I realized: I miss you.
7.
Her eyes turn into tiny crescents as she smiles at the audience. Beats were hit with especially more energy. There were no forced smiles. No facades. Cheers were louder. Eyes were brighter. Smiles were wider. She's back.
5.
Laughter following shrieks echoed throughout the dorm where Jessica was reading yet another romance novel to complete her afternoon before sleeping. The deafening sound and commotion failed to stop her as she entered her own realm in the warm cozy bed next to a warmer body.
7.
Her face was pale and dull and slightly discomforting in the darkness, like death. No hint of life. And the skin. So rough, so fragile, so tired, worn-out by the handling of constant scorching heat, hardening knots and stress, emphasis her age lines in the darkness, catching a hint, there it was, of weariness again, from the reflection of a small shimmering bowl containing unattended cold soup.
9.
To those who saw her often she seemed almost like two women: one the true epitome of elegance, and beauty and charm, the daughter in law of all, the wife of every sex; the other the cold, quiet princess of the public eye or the bartender, listening intently, judging actions, refusing except under the influence of sympathy and compassion to prevent another mistake.
10.
When I am too tired and too discouraged to keep dancing, when I am a tiny thing against so many shoes, it is then I look to God.
11.
“I’m tired, Tiffany. I can't do this anymore”
My heart dropped to the floor.
“I can't do this anymore.”
And oh, God, I found my hand, reaching.
Am I going to let it happen again? Am I going to let it happen again? Am I going to let it happen again? Am I…
I grabbed it. I'm not going to let go. Not this time.
I have a taeny/jeti bias so you can treat this as whatever pairing :)
1.
She pushes me to the couch as she began her lecture--it's a rerun--but I still listen. She'll always be the leader, the mother, my best friend.
2.
Although I'm standing here, holding your hand, smiling, one thought still plagues my mind: I did her wrong.
4.
Something is missing. The atmosphere is calm, but I could still feel my guts roaring; it knows. Staring down, I saw my trembling hand (the same ugly hand) and it was then-although I already knew--that I realized: I miss you.
7.
Her eyes turn into tiny crescents as she smiles at the audience. Beats were hit with especially more energy. There were no forced smiles. No facades. Cheers were louder. Eyes were brighter. Smiles were wider. She's back.
5.
Laughter following shrieks echoed throughout the dorm where Jessica was reading yet another romance novel to complete her afternoon before sleeping. The deafening sound and commotion failed to stop her as she entered her own realm in the warm cozy bed next to a warmer body.
7.
Her face was pale and dull and slightly discomforting in the darkness, like death. No hint of life. And the skin. So rough, so fragile, so tired, worn-out by the handling of constant scorching heat, hardening knots and stress, emphasis her age lines in the darkness, catching a hint, there it was, of weariness again, from the reflection of a small shimmering bowl containing unattended cold soup.
9.
To those who saw her often she seemed almost like two women: one the true epitome of elegance, and beauty and charm, the daughter in law of all, the wife of every sex; the other the cold, quiet princess of the public eye or the bartender, listening intently, judging actions, refusing except under the influence of sympathy and compassion to prevent another mistake.
10.
When I am too tired and too discouraged to keep dancing, when I am a tiny thing against so many shoes, it is then I look to God.
11.
“I’m tired, Tiffany. I can't do this anymore”
My heart dropped to the floor.
“I can't do this anymore.”
And oh, God, I found my hand, reaching.
Am I going to let it happen again? Am I going to let it happen again? Am I going to let it happen again? Am I…
I grabbed it. I'm not going to let go. Not this time.