I have been asked
how I write
And I answer
I am not good with words
They think I am joking
and they laugh
But I do not know how to explain to them
using my tongue
that i am serious
The letters get jumbled up
and don't say what I mean
And they think
there she goes
breathing poetry
Again
But I'm not
and I shake my head
and grab a pen
so that I can explain why I say I'm not good with words
To explain that I can never say what I mean
That when I speak my mouth does not obey my mind
my tongue plays twister with the alphabet
and wraps itself around my sentences
choking the true meaning from them
And i try to explain
that I can really only say what I want with ink and a page
But when I finally write what I mean
they read it
and raise their eyebrows
Because the words came out in poetry
and did not get my point across
at all
YOU ARE READING
the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoesíaThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
