My words are not for performing
Not for seeing
Not for showing
They twist and they turn and they move
Live water flowing down a river
It's smooth when free in spaces of thought
When ushered by the voice inside my head
But it becomes awkward and hollow when spoken
With too many pauses and hiccups and not enough practice or punctuation to make the sentences feel separated and it seems to go on and on
But that's because I write the way I think
And think the way I speak
With all the world's impulsivity and none of its forethought
With broken
Waiting
Breaks where I forget what I want to say
That don't fit quite right
My words are not for performing
Not for anyone but me
YOU ARE READING
As Tears Filled Up my Eyes
PoésieA collection of original poetry strung together. Each chapter is a single poem that can stand alone and does not need to be read in any particular order to be understood.
