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So I was just a bit manic
And I think I scared her away
Let me wait awhile
Live to text another day

Tecumseh in Ohio
And the Rock Hall of Fame
Carolina Inn
She hollers out my name

Ludwig Wittgenstein
Philosophy as language game
Vienna waits for you
Judi, not Jesse James

Georgia on my mind
Basketball to play
Cocoa Tigers delight her
I still hit the Tre

Steve Page Nov 27
He sits in your downstream
and, despite a list of jobs
sitting in his back pocket,
he sits and as you talk at him
in his second or maybe third language
he shouts back his still focus
on your dignity rather than your tears
while the weight of his hand on your shoulder
and the intensity of his eyes on your face
ensures he doesn't miss one sob.
the kindness of a friend from another continent
Nigdaw Oct 13
like next to me
emotionally touching
I love you
like a door
slammed on an argument
a last word
finishing a relationship
ending a meeting
how funny the English language
so much room for misinterpretation
so much scope for joy
or crashing
watch them dance.
see the way the blood trails behind?
vivid footprints, declarations of madness,
a history lain in red paint and black ink
a story, seeping from an open palm
to pool with indifference across the college-ruled stage.
watch them dance.
the impacts, do you feel them?
those collisions of thought and language
wherein reason is sought through brutal force,
berating the ears as they skate and
sprint across the plastic tiled minefield
of truth and bludgeoned metaphor.
watch them dance.
Zywa Sep 30
Writing from the heart

is tricky, spontaneous --

words can be faulty.
Collection "The light of words"
Zywa Sep 16
Maybe we were once stranded here
on the slopes of these mountains
between the white peaks and the low land

We certainly came up with words
to tell that story
and we went into the world

with that answer to the question
Where do we come from?
From the belly of the boat

as the image of our Mother
Earth, who is born where she is
in the lap of heaven

above the Holy Mountains
which kiss eternity
on the border of our existence

We move on and give names
to the world we discover
Time and space embrace us
Great Flood

The origin of Indo-European languages lies in the Caucasus

Collection "Lilith's Powers" #37
Ileana Amara Aug 29
sometimes i still mourn & long
for the language we made for ourselves
but can no longer be spoken.

sincerely, ileana.
08.29.22.| they say lovers are like inventors; they create a world & language of their own — one that is both beautifully & painfully irreplaceable.
GaryFairy Jul 29
The dumbest person in the world thinks they are the smartest person in the world.
When words hurt, stop speaking that language.
Zywa Jul 26
Don't ask 'How are you?'

if you really want to know --

Behaviour tells you.
"Hoog en laag springen - Faxen aan Ger #4" ("Like it or not - Faxing Ger #4", 2021, Nicolien Mizee)

Collection "Out of place"
"Sanskrit has 96 words for love; ancient Persian has 80, Greek three, and English only one. This is indicative of the poverty of awareness or emphasis that we give to that tremendously important realm of feeling. Eskimos have 30 words for snow, because it is a life-and-death matter to them to have exact information about the element they live with so intimately. If we had a vocabulary of 30 words for love ... we would immediately be richer and more intelligent in this human element so close to our heart. An Eskimo probably would die of clumsiness if he had only one word for snow; we are close to dying of loneliness because we have only one word for love. Of all the Western languages, English may be the most lacking when it comes to feeling." - Robert Johnson, "The Fisher
King and the Handless Maiden"
I wish I had 96 words to describe how much I love this
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