Post by Devi145 on Jun 2, 2003 1:51:22 GMT -5
A poet's world...my view.
This poetry that supposedly heals the wounded mind,
Speaking the words that great writers seem to have left behind.
I could sing a written song or draw a motivating picture...
But nothing that represents poetry's fixture.
The power of its grace and ability,
Gains of warmth, the feeling of stability.
Letting your thoughts flow gently and caress your troubled days,
These words werent meant to be scribbled down, thought out or a phase...
The talent just doesnt accidently drop into your hands that are used to compose, your mind that is used to think...
This gift was presented upon you, because you can flood emotions and write in sync..
I drop lines on paper and space in hope for my future's path to be more clear...
But i know i'll still be living, dealing, writing...in this meaningful but hopeless hollow sphere.
This poetry that supposedly heals the wounded mind,
Speaking the words that great writers seem to have left behind.
I could sing a written song or draw a motivating picture...
But nothing that represents poetry's fixture.
The power of its grace and ability,
Gains of warmth, the feeling of stability.
Letting your thoughts flow gently and caress your troubled days,
These words werent meant to be scribbled down, thought out or a phase...
The talent just doesnt accidently drop into your hands that are used to compose, your mind that is used to think...
This gift was presented upon you, because you can flood emotions and write in sync..
I drop lines on paper and space in hope for my future's path to be more clear...
But i know i'll still be living, dealing, writing...in this meaningful but hopeless hollow sphere.