Another Poem From the Void
This one I found in a cluttered heap of papers, also while cleaning.
Much of my poetry is a cluttered heap of thoughts, sounds and (eventually) words...
getting scared of always feeling this pain
always wanting and never being the same
and i'd run outside and tell the whole world
if i just knew what to say
being pulled i sigh from deep inside
i'm just glad i saw the twinkle in your eye
Hey friend. I recognize this penmanship.
All I saw was "@writewords" in the title, and I was like, "oh hell yes, I'm upvoting, sight unseen".
But then....the penmanship...
I completely understand where you were in your head when that ink began to flow...and change it's signature, ...
When the words we want to speak start to spill over the levee and push past the boundary keeping them contained.
I'm rambling now...
Just...
Upvoting and resteeming your post.
Cheers, my brother. We're gonna make it.
Hey Jane. You said it.
The levees hold only so much
before tender crestfallen release come
Smashing doubt and caressing in empathetic form
it's a switch flipped on the generator
of one's soul.
for some, the switch flips on by itself.
for others, the switch is badly stuck
in great need of repair.
🗝
what the title of this poem @writewords ??
no title sir