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Sometimes I wish I had a voice again For my vocal cords are gone. I hanker after turmoil And envy those who weep. Sometimes, I wish I wouldn’t say “sometimes†And wish I wouldn’t wish at all, Perchance - that way - words would come And find a way to reach my fingers Like fowls fly in flocks, Defying Aeolus So gently … Through the wind. |
i find solace in birds every day. (and i am not even a birder). but yes, who wants to say sometimes or i wish on any given day? it's wispy and wanting all at once. words can catch you off guard at times. both when lacking or when abundant. but i find it's hard being patient when you want to express something. anything. it's like this pent-up energy that needs to be. seems you found a bit of wind to sail on here. | Posted on 2014-07-01 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] | I spent about 2 years trying to approach writing again, after a long mental shut-down. With it comes all kinds of strange feathers. It's a way to fly, though. Blocking it, though... pieces of you die in the oddest ways. | | Posted on 2014-06-23 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ] | inspirational writers block. | what a convenient paradox. i just don't know what to say sometimes, 'but sometimes i just mirror the thought. don't let the fowl fool you they paid divine due. Ps this was a fun write. in all seriousness, fun to read. thx. | Posted on 2014-06-22 00:00:00 | by cornonthekob | [ Reply to This ] | |