the giant tortoise

This is the blog of Charisa, Pianist, Poet, Actress. Herein my poetry, tempests, exultations, tears and laughter are recorded upon glorious inspiration.

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She is red, vibrant, Pulsing to be seen, To be held and caressed. She is a petal releasing fragrance - Deep, scarlet scent; Will he notice? Will he be pleased? Oh agony! He breathes the air straight from her lungs. She is wilting - yet wills him deeper still, to uphold her crumbling strength. He is a god! A golden god. Her soul is bruised with his beauty.

Sunday, June 26, 2005

My sister and I were talking today about running, and were laughing about how our differant styles come out even in the world of exercise. She is a distance, endurance, set-a-longterm-goal-and-get-there kind of person. She will take on a mountain, no sweat. Somehow she is able to pace herself just right, so she can last for way longer than you think she will. There is some secret reserve of MegaStrongWoman in her that is really quite admirable.
I, on the other hand, am much more of a Go-Bang-TaDah! kind of girl. I would have made a really good sprinter had I done track in school. I can be really fast for shorter distances. I go really hard, put absolutely everything I am into what I'm doing, but I finish quickly, not hours and hours from now. Kind of like a firework, in that it's glorious while it lasts, but I don't last very long. I guess it's a good thing that we're sisters, cause I've been learning to push myself and endure for just a little longer.

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