Monday, September 20, 2010

unknown author

When you find a man
Who transforms
Every part of you
Into poetry,
Who makes each one of your hairs
Into a poem,
When you find a man,
Capable,
As I am
Of bathing and adorning you
With poetry,
I will beg you
To follow him without hesitation,
It is not important
That you belong to me or him
But that you belong to poetry.
-author unknown

words.

There are so many words in the english language, more and more get added all the time. Yet when it is most important the words you know so well can't be found.

The simple words like

I miss you.
I love you.
you smell good.

are lost in a tornado of thoughts.

Even in Hollywood movies are based upon the fact that life is too short to keep the meaningful words inside. If one of the most shallow industries in the world has learned that lesson why hasn't the rest of the human race put it into action. I know that this is such a crucial thing to do. The words you use can change your life forever. I can even remember specific times in my life where I wish i would have said something I didn't or wish I didn't say something I had. Makes me feel immensely intelligent for sure.

I know that I should just say the words when I want to but the ridiculously overpowering curse of procrastination comes into the picture.

seriously why is it such a frightening thought that if you truly say what you want when you want good things might actually happen.

one word
rejection.

//if its an idea, intimate feelings, or thoughts, rejection is more scary than risking the truth.

There is so much more to words than just letters put together to make a picture. Words are the foundation of every relationship, whether with a friend or an enemy. They are the superpower behind every multi-million dollar corporation.

I wish I could say that from now on I am going to say the words I want to say whenever I want but the truth is there is so much destruction that words can leave behind that sometimes wondering is only slightly less painful than knowing the result of those words passing your lips.


Wednesday, September 1, 2010

play on



If music be the food of love, play on.
{William Shakespeare}