No Words

For a while I haven't really been able to write my stories, I haven't been able to think of plots (VERY unusual), and the past two days I've written poetry. The two poems I wrote are kinda similar and I might have stolen some of the ideas, but these are just doodles, not quite works of art, so I think I'm okay.

The first I wrote on Saturday and I entitled it A Poem. Don't you think that is a wonderful name?

A Poem

Memories are pure
We've never truly felt them
We only have shadows

Inspiration strikes
You feel it boiling inside
But how does it arrive?

Where does it come from?
Glancing back I wonder, how?
How can I attain it?

I snatch at the threads
Words emit, they have no soul
Words, words, words, nothing left

Where have you gone, why?
How did you leave, why why why?
Why am I left behind?

THE END

The next is many haikus strung together. This one has an epic title.

No Words

Hope and hopelessness
Never can those words describe
The true emotions

Being lost,alone
Never expressed hopelessness
There are no, no words

Hope is not feathers
It doesn't always tingle
There are no, no words

Cold and lifeless, words
Have nothing, feel nothing, words
Are they words at all?

Cold, hot, love, hate, words?
Light, dark, good, bad, true, false, words?
Hope, hopelessness, words?

Empty, full, dead, alive
Can you feel them? Are they living?
There are no, no words

Does their breath warm you?
Can it chill you to the bone?
Are there no, no words?

There is nothing left
But can those words express? for
There are no, no words

THE END

If you think on that for too long, there is a lot more than you think. A LOT more. I could write an essay on that poem. But don't take too long to think about it, because then you might begin to understand my mind and that would be CREEPY.

:D that is called a fake, online smile. You probably see it on every e-mail you get.