PyroFromTheCenter
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Mar 7, 2006
- Messages
- 34
Words bouncing off walls
Normally harmonious
Seemingly simultaneous
Often thoughtless
Unheard words spoken loudly
Words vibrating on bones
Hurled from the throat
Conceived in the heart
Propelled by the stomach
Often thoughtless
Regurgitated words, rewired minds
Words spinning the air as they ghost by
Intentionally enunciated
Protectively chosen
Strategically placed
Often impactful
Well spelled out words whispered cautiously
Oh our lives! We are words wrapped up in a body of flesh trying to find our way out! We want to seep into the body of someone else. Somehow we want to be meshed together, in harmony with the words of a friend, or a stranger, vibrating like a duetted song. We are words. We are thoughts. We are ideas. We are a collection of ideas, drawn pictures, concepts, reasonings, experiences. Words everywhere. Coming out of all the mouths. Everywhere they shoot all around. We can't escape. There's no silence. We feed off it. Without it we're confused, alone, going insane -- that is, moving away from the common comprehension of words into our own self-indulged, disassociated meanings.
Burn all your poetry! Disconnect from your past and enjoy the few moments you have remaining until you die. Life is very, very short.
Tim - Pyro
Normally harmonious
Seemingly simultaneous
Often thoughtless
Unheard words spoken loudly
Words vibrating on bones
Hurled from the throat
Conceived in the heart
Propelled by the stomach
Often thoughtless
Regurgitated words, rewired minds
Words spinning the air as they ghost by
Intentionally enunciated
Protectively chosen
Strategically placed
Often impactful
Well spelled out words whispered cautiously
Oh our lives! We are words wrapped up in a body of flesh trying to find our way out! We want to seep into the body of someone else. Somehow we want to be meshed together, in harmony with the words of a friend, or a stranger, vibrating like a duetted song. We are words. We are thoughts. We are ideas. We are a collection of ideas, drawn pictures, concepts, reasonings, experiences. Words everywhere. Coming out of all the mouths. Everywhere they shoot all around. We can't escape. There's no silence. We feed off it. Without it we're confused, alone, going insane -- that is, moving away from the common comprehension of words into our own self-indulged, disassociated meanings.
Burn all your poetry! Disconnect from your past and enjoy the few moments you have remaining until you die. Life is very, very short.
Tim - Pyro
