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for some reason i randomly started writing a little poem last night....i think i still need to add to it, especially in the beginning so that it's more of a full story and sets the scene that's in my head, but i've pretty much turned it into a song...soo....hooray for the first thing i've written (and enjoyed writing) in over 2 years?
here it is so far...
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the words are hanging from the trees
i've got many things to say, but just can't find the words to start
in spite of knowing many words and being told that i'm quite smart
so i asked a man "how do you write?" He said, "the words just come to me."
"where from?" i asked, and he replied, "they're hanging from the trees.
They're carried in the wind like kites, and get tangled in the leaves.
They may seem easy to unwind, but truly they deceive.
And it's hard to get them out, you see, hard to get them loose at all.
So it's best to just sit and wait, and allow the words to fall.
And fall they will, into your head, and fill your mind with thoughts.
Perhaps of things for which you care, or some that you forgot.
And some words will come easily, some you'll find rather hard.
But honestly, it's most important to just stay true to your heart.
For when you speak your mind, you'll see the truth in every side.
The words that wear disguises, well they'll have no place to hide."
And then he said, "i must be going" and we said our goodbyes.
As he walked off, the wind was blowing the words across the sky.
So i sat beneath a tree waiting for the words to come to me.
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comments are welcome. and please keep in mind, i will be doing my best to add to it.
here it is so far...
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the words are hanging from the trees
i've got many things to say, but just can't find the words to start
in spite of knowing many words and being told that i'm quite smart
so i asked a man "how do you write?" He said, "the words just come to me."
"where from?" i asked, and he replied, "they're hanging from the trees.
They're carried in the wind like kites, and get tangled in the leaves.
They may seem easy to unwind, but truly they deceive.
And it's hard to get them out, you see, hard to get them loose at all.
So it's best to just sit and wait, and allow the words to fall.
And fall they will, into your head, and fill your mind with thoughts.
Perhaps of things for which you care, or some that you forgot.
And some words will come easily, some you'll find rather hard.
But honestly, it's most important to just stay true to your heart.
For when you speak your mind, you'll see the truth in every side.
The words that wear disguises, well they'll have no place to hide."
And then he said, "i must be going" and we said our goodbyes.
As he walked off, the wind was blowing the words across the sky.
So i sat beneath a tree waiting for the words to come to me.
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comments are welcome. and please keep in mind, i will be doing my best to add to it.