Poetry Korner


W O R D S.
Words. Raw. Powerful. Honest.
Words. I love you. I need you. I miss you.
Words. I hate you. Get away from me. No.
Words. I'm so happy. I can't wait. Yes.
Words. It's not fair. You don't care.
Words. You're my everything.
Words. Only as powerful as tone.
A theatrical act. Taken at face value,
Words are all I had. I was broken you see.
Words like "love," "want," "need" never existed.
I was emotionless. Wordless. Hollow.
A puppet in a world of curious inquiry.
A loss for words is what I am.
Filling myself on observations.
Speaking to fit in.
Words hold a lot of value.
But so does silence.


The Creating Moment
The air is still.
My writing is gentle.
My mind at ease.
My heart at peace.
My soul is free.
My breathing quiet.
My eyes heavy.
My thoughts free-flowing.
What will I discover today?

I'm open to the view.
A loss for words,
I watch the sunlight.
A paralleled universe,
I see myself from afar.
I see the smoke fall,
a prisoner to sunlight.
I watch myself and ask,
What will you create?

I feel my emotions.
They are overwhelming,
Swirling around the room.
I get lost,
In smoke and mirrors.
Bound to pen and paper,
I begin my narrative.
I look at what I'm writing and ask,
What will you make others feel?

A reflective state.
My spirit wanders in these words,
Can you feel it?
My emotions in this piece,
Can you sense them?
Your eyes the windows,
Can you see into my soul?

A master of the arts,
Do you embrace this created moment?





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