With my words I weave a scene, A flawless world that seems pristine. Verdant trees and babbling brooks, Lands from ancient story books. It is in these worlds that I long to be, Basking in blissful serenity. Walls of paper blockade my way, The ink-stained partitions seem to stay. I wield my pen, my trusty blade, As I carve a legacy page by page. These places that I often scribe, Evade me quite; I cannot lie. Yet perhaps for a moment I may just pretend, And weave my scenes until the end.
You can can create whimsical scenes with just ink and paper, but isn't it just a scrawl of black and white?
my whole heart was not enough for when he spoke to me it wasn't a language that I could comprehend he spoke to me like he spoke to a wall a ghost, a doll, something that was not real that was not alive gibberish nonsense if he loved me then I would understand any language, any dialect, any tone because words of love can and will bypass any barrier
Confined within for seventeen never-ending years Greeted every morning by its hollow disgusting sneer Cutting fingers trying to peel off the layers of this theater Getting stabbed and kicked in the head again, death is near
Another day, lost in the space Feeling more and more alien Piercing the days like a warrior Have my head cut off a thousand times Another day, losing my own face Smells more and more my carrion Peering through this barrier Have my body buried a thousand miles down the earth
Nothing. Idea...Nothing. No words. Too many words. Not enough words. Never enough words. Lacking. Empty. Blank. Lacking. Empty. Dull? Bland. Uninteresting. Blocked. No Creativity. No Talent. No Motivation.
An open door Closed windows Looking into the depths of my soul Can I really see anything Or am I blamed for something I did not do Can you catch a glimpse of what is truly in my heart In my soul I am kind and free Please take what you can from this and live Waves come crashing down to destroy where we stood Can you ever forgive for something I did not do How and what you expect from me is not always up to you If only there was no barrier in communication From heat I drip condensation All those sensations you have our nice and all Passion comes from the truth inside Not physical sensation that puts you on roller coaster ride So united we stand divided we fall You did this You just say I do it all
Over time you'd carved out space. Your current eroding my toughest stone. Gutting me for all to see. For so long I'd forgotten what it was like to be without you, But you put up dams and barriers, diverting your water; and now, Colorado, you've dried up. Sometimes it'd rain and I thought that you might return. After so much time together we became synonymous. How would I exist without you?
Now I know. You may have cut deep into me. Leaving your mark for all to see. They still come for me, even when you're gone, To look upon my beautiful layers and vibrant colors.
The pit you whittled out is vast but you could never fill what was. I'm left with nothing but the dry, harsh heat. Don't come back to this canyon. There's no room.
Hope y'all enjoy this one! My computer crashed before I could save the first version, so I had to work out a second and then I was surprised to see the site saved the first; so I mashed them together. This is already a personal fav. I also dreamed about the person it's about tonight and ugh, I'm tired of it, get out of my brain so I can move on with life already.
There is a soft tune that moves beneath your fingers as they move over the pages and words and worlds that you will never see. All the words of hope that I whisper to the you who exists within these barriers of skin, bones and sorrow. I fear these words will be like the music that doesn’t stop but fades, dissolving into time and distance. Like that music it will pass from me to you, from you to nothingness.