There's a time and place for many things
Things unsaid
Thnigs untold
But there's also a time
When things are best left
Unsaid
Untold
These times are criticall
A time when you show your true colors
Do you say whats on your mind
Or do you think
Think about what you saying will do
What events will be caused by this moment
Are you ready to risk
A special friendship
An open, accepting heart
If you are
Then go ahead
Say what's on your mind
If not then treasure the moments
You spend together
And bury the thought inside
That way
Your hurting no one
And in the end
You will be repayed
I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions and the inner music the words make. I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. I fill the paper with the outpouring of my heart.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Shadows
Sixteen...
A piece fell into our wagon
I didn't move
Not strong enough
Many violent men
An old man
Hand held to his heart
A blow to his chest?
No
A hidden piece of bread
With lightning speed
He brings it to his mouth
Eyes light up
A smile illuminates the ashen face
But only for a moment
A shadow is throw over him
He cries out, stunned
"Don't you recognize me?
Your killing your father"
Only sixteen...
He collapsed
A small piece of crust
Clutched in his fist
He tries to raise it to his mouth
But the shadow is once again thrown over him
Death
Searched by his son
The crust is taken
The son startes to devour it
Shadows are thrown over him
Two bodies now
Lying dead upon the floor
Only sixteen...
A piece fell into our wagon
I didn't move
Not strong enough
Many violent men
An old man
Hand held to his heart
A blow to his chest?
No
A hidden piece of bread
With lightning speed
He brings it to his mouth
Eyes light up
A smile illuminates the ashen face
But only for a moment
A shadow is throw over him
He cries out, stunned
"Don't you recognize me?
Your killing your father"
Only sixteen...
He collapsed
A small piece of crust
Clutched in his fist
He tries to raise it to his mouth
But the shadow is once again thrown over him
Death
Searched by his son
The crust is taken
The son startes to devour it
Shadows are thrown over him
Two bodies now
Lying dead upon the floor
Only sixteen...
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