Open Poetry #13 |
The Words |
PortuguesePoet Junior Member
since 2001-04-24
Posts 34 |
Words come so easily, Drawn from my nether realms, Drawn from my dreams. Scrawled across a whiteness, Giving life to a need. The need to tell a tale, The need to be heard, The need of forever And maybe never as well. They clamber their way And gasp their first breathe. I want to call them back, For they are all I have. But once in the open, Never to return. The word has been spoken, The word has been writ, Etched on this world, Etched in this world. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
Giving life to a need... I want to call them back, For they are all I have. Well done! |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
This is true. Our words are what we are to others. I thoughts are what we are to ourselves. Joyce |
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SEA
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Member Seraphic
since 2000-01-18
Posts 22676with you |
this is great!! |
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