imaginary images exquisite i in awe of your words gather courage to roll with it ...you passed the breath of a word
caught the concept, an ear lent here we sit between worlds with minds bent just my words, a url and breath spent these words are what i was put on earth for tried to own the words but they were only for rent for all the bravado the fear still stood out more
so faced the pain and learned to love it felt self hate yet rose above it to be born with a message just a vessel excuse me if sometimes i stress a little
whispers were a word even if they hardly made a sound breath was poetry even if i never wrote it down deep down in the underground and ashes to scattered ashes your juliet, my love for tiger lilies, history cries smell of night jasmine, because to be awake alive your juliet, except you survived and my eyes never dried
by passing me the breath of a word having faith in my tale together word adventurer ride the wind and set sail it's the test not to be found wanting never to fail fight for an army of angels with holes in their wings a dream full of demons and other such things silent words inside the inbreath the aura of innocence evil and acceptance of death i slayed the bad dragons riding a golden winged steed thankyou so much for the gift of a word breath indeed.
Re: word breathvondarkSeptember 19 2006, 16:30:27 UTC
This is mega. One of the freshest poems I've read in a bit....definitely a fav from what I've read on this page Top topic.....as I can relate in many ways....and feel similar about writing, listening and breathing being a lot more than what the average take them for, and what can be manufactured from them or just the beauty of life which they uphold. The passion that which you wrote with stood out. Bonus marks if I was to grade it because I love the smell of jasmine in spring and summer evenings....well anytime.
i in awe of your words
gather courage to roll with it
...you passed the breath of a word
caught the concept, an ear lent
here we sit between worlds with minds bent
just my words, a url and breath spent
these words are what i was put on earth for
tried to own the words but they were only for rent
for all the bravado the fear still stood out more
so faced the pain and learned to love it
felt self hate yet rose above it
to be born with a message just a vessel
excuse me if sometimes i stress a little
whispers were a word even if they hardly made a sound
breath was poetry even if i never wrote it down
deep down in the underground and ashes to scattered ashes
your juliet, my love for tiger lilies, history cries
smell of night jasmine, because to be awake alive
your juliet, except you survived and my eyes never dried
by passing me the breath of a word having faith in my tale
together word adventurer ride the wind and set sail
it's the test not to be found wanting never to fail
fight for an army of angels with holes in their wings
a dream full of demons and other such things
silent words inside the inbreath
the aura of innocence evil and acceptance of death
i slayed the bad dragons riding a golden winged steed
thankyou so much for the gift of a word breath indeed.
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Top topic.....as I can relate in many ways....and feel similar about writing, listening and breathing being a lot more than what the average take them for, and what can be manufactured from them or just the beauty of life which they uphold.
The passion that which you wrote with stood out.
Bonus marks if I was to grade it because I love the smell of jasmine in spring and summer evenings....well anytime.
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