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Words
Sometimes I am amazed by the words
Where do they come from, thin air?
Or from the other side, of the
Oceans of Lost Emotions and the Seas of Salty Fallen Tears
They grow from my thoughts, and take on a life of their very own
Where is the creator of these words? Where do they come from?
Placed into rows, sentences, and then phrases
Do they give any foresight, insight, or are they just
Hindsight?
The whisperings, of an old fool?
The single most intriguing thing; to me is, I am almost positive, it is not me
Why is it I don't know what it is or where they come from?
An ideal; of my making?
Did I not write them, type them, mold, and shape them?
But, yet did I create them?
Could I ever, claim them as mine?
When I can't define their spawning; yet, I will claim them, for they have touched me and I them
Like a lover in a dream they amuse me, they tease me, please me
and
Some times make me cry, and then chuckle, or at least smile
and
Then I begin to think and dream as before
Before I was unable to use them to retain your love
Before I lost them and you
A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man
Critiques
waterdragon
18 years 5 months ago
I can relate
Sinbadthesailorman
18 years 4 months ago
Yes Thank you I so often
weirdelf
18 years 5 months ago
A book I have put off buying,
Sinbadthesailorman
18 years 4 months ago
Thanks for your reasurance
waterdragon
18 years 4 months ago
Hey Don/Bad! ;-)
Sinbadthesailorman
18 years 4 months ago
went to work at Iam at The truck stop 25 C ents a min
waterdragon
18 years 4 months ago
You just keep writing,
themoonman
18 years 4 months ago
Hi sinbad...