Words
pacifier
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we all love words here, so this thread is dedicated to poems about words....or lack there of (writer's block, anybody?)
just give a quick introduction as to what your poem is refering to, then fire away. And everyone should feel free to join in and comment on what they are reading.
ok here goes... This is about when someone says something, but somewhere in the process of recieving the information their original message gets lost...is so easy to misunderstand each other....
Meaning slips out from beneath your words
inserts itself into the open mirror of knowledge
encounters no delays
but is accepted with caution
scanned from all angles
it multiplies
yet no two are the same
only one remains the truth
hidden deep
lying lost beneath it's offspring
just give a quick introduction as to what your poem is refering to, then fire away. And everyone should feel free to join in and comment on what they are reading.
ok here goes... This is about when someone says something, but somewhere in the process of recieving the information their original message gets lost...is so easy to misunderstand each other....
Meaning slips out from beneath your words
inserts itself into the open mirror of knowledge
encounters no delays
but is accepted with caution
scanned from all angles
it multiplies
yet no two are the same
only one remains the truth
hidden deep
lying lost beneath it's offspring
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every word adds to the last
trampled like the grass under your feet
add another
take a step
won't stop until the journey is complete
(and it never is)
these are about losing the words that normally come to you (write's block, if you will)....
words, where have they gone to?
spent away like the money
thoughts you can't hold onto
fade away into nothing
....................................
Wake the sleeping, raise the dead
let the words mess with your head
Still there? I don't know.
Fading. where did you go
and while you were there
did you like what you saw?
Must have een nothing
'cause we never talk
......................................
Silence of the brain
sending me insane
guess I can't complain
given so much
wasn't mine
Now I'm nothing without me
tap into the memories
or leave it all behind.
................................
and when I thought all words had left
I heard them said with wispered breath.......
W rite
R epulsive
I mmature
T rite
E xamples
R eceding
'S ound
B ites,
L ove,...
O kay?
C rack
K ills.
A whisper and a chill
adv2005
"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
(what are words for?)
I get a kick out of the phrase "they're just words".
JUST words?
Of course sticks and those fucking stones hurt, but words can be just as breaking, just as powerful.
Look at the connections made, nurtured, continued - based simply on words.
Sure, they're on a screen, or a page, handwritten, typed...but they impact, inspire, piss off...make cry, make complete, make think, make orgasm, make wonder...on on on.
I adore words. Writing them, reading them, sharing them.
There's even a bit of twisted beauty in the ugliest of them.
We are words.