Unspoken sentences
I'm in a mood and
it feels like singing
but then on the inside, silent
With the sparkle of yet unspoken words and
the soft but joyfull rattle
of the tincups of emotions against
the bars of their prison
in my soul
Begging to come out and amaze me
trapped in cages
closed
with locks for which my pen
provides the key
Touching my heart
stirring my joy
with hands, delicatly unformed
and therefore all the more sweet
But I want them to come out to the paper reality
In as proper a form as I can get them
This here, on the paper
is my best try
for the moment
Reacties op dit gedicht
| The unreachable: | Donderdag, juli 01, 2004 13:03 |
| Ohh..this is definitly one of my favourites.. | |
| FrozenScar: | Maandag, mei 10, 2004 15:07 |
| Right, this is AMAZING!! | |
| Oorlam: | Maandag, mei 10, 2004 10:09 |
| great! | |
| de nifter: | Maandag, mei 10, 2004 09:35 |
| ja, kom op tim, amaze me. oh wacht, dat deed je al | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Cypher-punks | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 10 mei 2004 | ||
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