Writing
Like a poet, I write my twisted, binding words down upon paper.
My heart is listening to all the pain and sorrow about it.
Yet my soul weeping emotion becomes the reason my words are written down upon a blank piece of paper, which is waiting for the words to be place upon.
Will my ghostly writings touch others?
Who's to know, but each eager heart and awakening soul that dares to see the message upon the full page.
Will the words be clear or lucid as dreams walking within falseness of those, who refuses to see or read the binding words of truth upon the paper?
The words upon my sole piece paper begin to flow.
Romantic Melancholy is but a lurking dream as the elegant speech within the writing flows like the elements of life are fading upon each stroke of the pen begins to tell a hidden message.
Devouring need of the writing becomes the sweet freedom of erasing all the hidden melodrama.
Depth within the words becomes the lost passion.
Clarity begins erasing the dark clouds overwhelming each life as the words begin to speak.
The writing becomes the given words of love and hope.
The rhythm can rise and fall as depth of the passion within in the words.
Elaborate words seem to flow like a lyric that sing to the heart of freedom.
Bearing the writer pain, sorrow and need to say what must be read and felt becomes the words filling the once blank page.
Hoping that unimaginative thoughts will be seen and felt finally within each heart and soul daring to hear what is being said.
The stirring need for change within each life as the words were wrote for all to read.
©2007 Firestar
