When I’m alone and I talk, with no one around to hear, am I really talking? Am I saying anything? Do my words exist? Or are my utterances forever lost to a climb into a sky that only grows colder the more it concedes to a natural vacuum?
The ironic thing about “a part” and “apart” is that, in the former, the words are separate while, in the latter, the words are together, yet when used in a sentence, they hold the opposite meaning of how they appear. I am a part of the group. (The words are separate while the sentence speaks… Continue reading Just Thought I’d Point That Out
How easy to be offended by a word holding little meaning from the lips of anyone. How difficult to believe in a word abused and so unfelt in the heart of anyone. I won’t say the word I feel for how can either of us know, truly know? No, I won’t say that word. I… Continue reading “Love” Is Forbidden
Are they just words if we don’t feel them? Are they just words if we conceal them? Are they just words if we don’t define them? Are they just words if we at times confine them? Are they just words if we don’t mean them? Are they just words if we simply dream them? Are… Continue reading Just Words
When I run out of words, I sometimes think that I lost my mind in a troubled sink. Trouble with syncing to what I feel is a wealth of rhyme in my mind’s wheel. When this feel I’ve lost, I’m not the same. Thoughts twist and turn, searching to claim what it thinks it knows,… Continue reading When Block