I write down words
Meaningless to me
Meaningful to you
Meaningful to me
Meaningless to you
What does it matter?
My Journal says what it needs to
My Journal speaks what I can't say
It reveals what I need to see
It knows me better, than you.
So you Search
Searching for words
Upon Words of endless
Of Endless Words Upon
Paper you search for
So I have to be careful now.
Of what I write down in my Journal
Because everything I write there is me
And everything I can not say
Because I'm too unsure of it
In this Brick Journal
My words are powerful
Stuck forever like concrete
Stuck forever like concrete
My words are powerful
They can easily be used against me or for me.
This is why I hide precious words
This is why I hide my journal
This is why I hide me
From you and the rest of the world.
So I will never be hurt by my concrete words
Words are too valuable too meaningful
Much Too meaningful for anyone to use stupidly
If stupidly used the meaning will change
Words are too valuable to misconstrue.
Use them carefully, you can't take them back.
Author notes
Brick Journal
I made up my own style for this one.
Oh and I counted 37 Lines even though the count for this says 53...I think it's counting the spaces in between too...for some weird reason. ^^
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I absolutely loved this! I can relate to this word for word. Amazing write! I love the direction you went with the prompt :-) Keep on writing! Best of luck to you in the contest and thank you so much for sharing!!!
Leslie
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I know it's a little late but thank you.
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oh, we are prisoners of our words,
of our world of scripted thoughts, spilled from our souls in the wee hours, we can cut or heal, we can inspire or turn awy the masses, we are the voices of the god's flowing, as well as the wicked whispers of the demons taunting, we are poets, and we need to carefully craft our thoughts, and be remembered as a pro found in awe inspiring books most profound....loved this girl, and I love your work as well, just don't get over here often enough to see your smiling contented image and fell your heart played out between lines of wonder..~~~Artis -
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Different here, it's like writing as you say, words and it's power, oh it can kill and destroy, help and abuse...
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I liked this. The words you say are so real to me. I have felt the same things before. I haven't kept a journal in YEARS for the reasons you said in this but... yeah... well done baby girl! Good luck in the contest.
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