harraser
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 3, 2001
- Messages
- 2,091
Anyone that knows me well
Will know that Ive always maintained
That Im not good with words.
Ive tried so often to express a feeling
And simply gotten entangled
Or tripped up by the insufficient words
To convey the meaning I so deeply need to share.
I feel that words have a life of their own
And what left a mouth or pen
With the purest of intentions
Often turns around without warning
To bite the one who issued them
Like a snake with fangs of misunderstanding
And an ability to coil and twist
That is swift, unpredictable
And as deadly as any poison.
Ive found words of admiration and wonder
Stagnate to meaninglessness and cliche
With their freehanded and careless overuse,
And what should only be said between the closest of souls
Is often thrown like a dagger
To stab a heart with pain
Rather than to melt it with love.
So tonight I came to a realisation;
Some things simply arent meant to be said.
These secrets and truths
That hold such gorgeous hope for me
Will now forever reside in my heart
And will no longer attempt
To be forced into the understanding
Of those I so desperately feel the need
To share their exquisite gift with.
I have come to realise
That what is a beautiful and self-evident truth for myself
May be, and almost always is,
Completely incomprehensible to the people around me.
Everyone must find their own path to freedom
And now I see that,
While my path may not be shared
By those I desire to walk it with the most,
Being alone doesnt have to mean being lonely
And keeping my words to myself
Does not have to mean that they lose their power,
Simply that the perspective and comfort they offer
Will only spread its light on my own life,
Leaving others to find the source of solace that fits them best.
Maybe thats what they intended all along,
These words with a life of their own.
Will know that Ive always maintained
That Im not good with words.
Ive tried so often to express a feeling
And simply gotten entangled
Or tripped up by the insufficient words
To convey the meaning I so deeply need to share.
I feel that words have a life of their own
And what left a mouth or pen
With the purest of intentions
Often turns around without warning
To bite the one who issued them
Like a snake with fangs of misunderstanding
And an ability to coil and twist
That is swift, unpredictable
And as deadly as any poison.
Ive found words of admiration and wonder
Stagnate to meaninglessness and cliche
With their freehanded and careless overuse,
And what should only be said between the closest of souls
Is often thrown like a dagger
To stab a heart with pain
Rather than to melt it with love.
So tonight I came to a realisation;
Some things simply arent meant to be said.
These secrets and truths
That hold such gorgeous hope for me
Will now forever reside in my heart
And will no longer attempt
To be forced into the understanding
Of those I so desperately feel the need
To share their exquisite gift with.
I have come to realise
That what is a beautiful and self-evident truth for myself
May be, and almost always is,
Completely incomprehensible to the people around me.
Everyone must find their own path to freedom
And now I see that,
While my path may not be shared
By those I desire to walk it with the most,
Being alone doesnt have to mean being lonely
And keeping my words to myself
Does not have to mean that they lose their power,
Simply that the perspective and comfort they offer
Will only spread its light on my own life,
Leaving others to find the source of solace that fits them best.
Maybe thats what they intended all along,
These words with a life of their own.
