.....Just Sayin'.....
rollings
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it was you who showed me how to get in here and what to think to do it this way like a miserable fantasy to anguish and to marvel at uniquely and together like the way I am here alone with words bewildered--who cares what the words say if they do not attach themselves to love; who cares when the words only become warm in the minds of people that they affect and never just becasue of where they are put
from the decorated outside you can sit and sip and look at words and the reason you enjoy them is because there is no surrounding on your part of the tears or scars that put them there. this is where anyone can cheer on anyone producing things based on hurt that could kill you if you were prone to letting it
I scratch words on the hollowness and know that it is the echoes coming back that give them their fullness
but because there is no fullness derived from your bigness, love, this is not my miracle
from the decorated outside you can sit and sip and look at words and the reason you enjoy them is because there is no surrounding on your part of the tears or scars that put them there. this is where anyone can cheer on anyone producing things based on hurt that could kill you if you were prone to letting it
I scratch words on the hollowness and know that it is the echoes coming back that give them their fullness
but because there is no fullness derived from your bigness, love, this is not my miracle
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This is so "spot-on" the topic Tremors.
Thanks, Tremors
I loved this poetic observation that you made the other day...and I tried to use the feel of it in this poem...did you notice?
It did seem kind of inspired
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I scratch words on the hollowness and know that it is the echoes coming back that give them their fullness
yours is a great improvement on mine. a great line!
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