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Words
Contributed by
Katie101
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Saturday, 1st October 2011 @ 10:54:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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Words can not communicate the wonders of my imagination,
They can not stroke my heart long enough to understand,
Nor can they fathom the chill of the breath that comes from me, a broken man.
Therefore, my imagination can not be dignified,
My pain can no longer be understood,
Believe me I would vent to you my paranoia, if only there were words that could.
Depression is just half of it,
Paranoid just a third,
I would classify my emotions for you, but there is no such word.
The screams of my mind are muted,
And my soul is beginning to hollow,
The expectations you are feeding to me are getting hard to swallow.
Walk a mile in my shoes,
but you will still be blind,
Never could you imagine these emotions quite like mine.
You could call my thinking a riddle,
and call my doing a trick,
But perhaps you should call a doctor, because my heart is growing quite sick.
Copyright ©
Katie101
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2011-10-01 22:54:03] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Words
(User Rating: 1 ) by FlintHunter on
Sunday, 2nd October 2011 @ 05:51:39 PM AEST (User
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'Words' is a strong and dynamic poem that tells of an interesting --if tragic-- situation. Nevertheless, as in this case, something beautiful has arisen from something painful. That is the gift we poets and creative artists have: we can transcend pain by way of our expressions, what?
A moving and poignant poem. Thank you.
--FlintHunter
Contributed by Katie101 on Saturday, October 01 2011 @ 22:54:03 AEST
Topic: Tough Stuff and Times
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