How do you make words come alive?
Do you blow on a page with a breath of life and the words will get up and walk like a resurrected body out of the cold hard ground?
They will, by what we call the imagination, melt together in form,
To shape the most beautiful flower words could describe,
To create the most violent storm of those feelings on a page,
To create the most perfect being love can write.
Imagination shapes and forms,
Ideas and thoughts that describe,
Intelect that finds the most fitting words to write.
Lost in a never ending storm,
Trapped in a forest of thought,
Those words come alive in your mind.
It starts as a mere blurr of faded picture then turns into a virtual reality as you watch the scenes play off inside your head.
You catch yourself deep in thought,
Lost in that other world of exotic words that paint a new picture of life.
The coffee, once warm and steamy, now turned cold and forgotten between your hands.
Youre sitting by the kitchen table staring out of the window,
You noticed the storm and the whisper of the wind and that red car that drove by but you paid no attention to the world outside.
You were wrapped up warm inside a perfect world created and constructed from pain and happiness, love and sorrows, merely in your imagination.
YOU ARE READING
Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
