without words, this poem is a blank page, waiting for its own song
music is healing, living is feeling
words are just words till you live them
poetry is an artform in the rawest sense...
allowing the broken to rise above
allowing the damaged to be healed
allowing the hurting to be loved
allowing the downcast to be lifted up
if I am to find my song in this poem, then I will start with a simple word
flight
take flight, with these wings given you by the gift of language
take control, with these tools given you by these words
take a chance, with these beautiful instruments of writing
like a bird, let your fingers fly and take you to heights you never knew
like an eagle, take control and feel the power beneath your fingertips
like a child, take a chance and let the fates steer your musings
without words, a poem is a blank page, waiting for its own song
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I don't know what a column is supposed to consist of, but this is awesome!
I L-O-V-E the 1st part:
"without words, this poem is a blank page, waiting for its own song
music is healing, living is feeling
words are just words till you live them
poetry is an artform in the rawest sense..."
Music truly is healing! I scream at the top of my lungs with my radio blaring at night on the highway every night. Just take a little cruise and let everything from the day pour out of my heart & soul, scream until my lungs feel like they're gunna collapse, but afterwards, all my pent up emotions have flowed forward and I feel at peace.
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thanks! i dont know what its supposed to consist of either, but i poured it out and crossed my fingers! XD
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