Writing is a journey

on which when I commence,

words can unsheathe

or masquerade suspense.

Words bleed on the page

as emotions get a face;

fighting fierce battles,

or displaying plain grace.

When the world's an anathema,

words are the best friend;

as when the speaking gets tough,

they're truly a godsend.

~@nehasri

#Challenge #Words #Poetry

Words squeeze through

a diamond cut sky

cradle you in my palm

        whirling, swirling, curling, twirling

Words fly on by

on wings of birds ,

unfolding you in my dreams

        whirling, swirling, curling, twirling

Burgundy broiling words bleeding

awakening every morning to sketch

the clouds with cotton puffs

lifting the sky nigh so high in sighs

        whirling, swirling, curling, twirling

Kaleidoscope of colors painted

in your mind on ribbons of silk

catching the silver drizzles of rain

the color of words dyed passion red

the tint of crimson bleeding on face

        whirling, swirling, curling, twirling

Untangling nooses around trapped neck

whispered phrases in ancient chants

words have rhythmic minds of their own

awakening deep, resounding thoughts

vapors of cleansing spray – pure freedom

pearls of words open up the gift of soul

        whirling, swirling, curling, twirling

My Words are,

my oxygen, my food, and my water.

My words are,

my friend, my husband, my daughter.

My words are,

my strength, my courage, and my power.

My words are,

my life, my day, my hour.

My words are,

my taste, my sight and my smell.

My words are,

my life, my heaven, my hell.

My words are,

my gift, my love and my affection.

My words are,

my shelter, my home, my protection.

My words are,

my laughter, my joy and my pride.

My words are,

my tears, my guilt, my guide.

My words are,

my weapons, my tools and my vice.

My words,

are my gift, my cost and my price.

My words are like soldiers,

  marching ever forward,

    charging to do battle

      with your emotions.

They throw a bayonet at your fears,

launch a grenade at your worries.

My words are like repeating rifles,

   pounding into you until you bleed

      feelings --

 never mind the whites of your eyes;

    my words want to see the

       tears of your eyes.

My words soar

Go places I've never dared

My words fly

Right off the page

And into the night sky

My words are inspiration.

My words touch others hearts.

My words are moving.

At least I hope...

@LiberalPoet

My words are mine and no one else’s

Unique and instantaneous

About love pain and the miscellaneous

My words can paint pictures

Some beautiful and angelic

Others spiteful and schizophrenic

My words can bear weight

They can be heavy and win a fight

Fragile like a candle on a stormy night

My words can be this and that

They can be gentle and fun

Or murderous like a bullet shot from a gun

My words can be a fairy tale

Or a whispered truth needing to be set free

Maybe a scream trapped deep inside of me

My words are sometimes all that I have

They are my talent my pride

My Jekyll and my Hyde

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reach inside 

and pull at the heartstrings 

play on paper like a song 

evoke feelings meant to be kept a sercert 

they unravel down the page 

and 

they lock unto your heart 

and keep you comfort in the dark 

they sing hymmns 

of misery 

they wither through your bones 

and reach your lips and cause you to sing the same notes 

of hope and hopelessness 

they push you down to the surface 

and cause you to grapple with logic 

cause you to question my decisons 

scream at me like your reader 

and I am the character 

yelling with pleas of no 

my words bleed 

blood 

tears 

and pain 

posionous dipped daggers prepared to kill 

and attack and leave you for dead 

hand built coffin 

filled with snake like thoughts ready to contrisct snd choke 

and sink their venomous teethed dreams 

of devoring flesh in the middle of the night 

begs of mercy 

screams pleads of sucide 

fights with the commonaltiy of human thinking 

fear to think out of the box 

to address subconsciounous thoughts 

to threaten the foundation of reality 

questioning if what we are lving right now isn´t just a matrix

they play peek a-aboo with the sunshine and walk out of the darkness every once in awhile 

and built such words of strength 

of sunshine 

the beauty of life 

it springs rays of hope 

in such hopeless situations 

it creates a rainbow of black and white 

suffocates you in her feelings 

warms the cold sky 

sometimes make a  day with sunshine seem dark 

rainfall of tears 

wet paper 

soaked in emotion 

a constant book 

written in motion 

never stopping 

always dribbling nonsense 

and addressing what is not addressed 

my words of all 

emody me 

My words alter the perception of how I view the world 

depending on how I angle my eyes 

My words raise the dead

My words find old, gruesome grudges

My words reveal old actors that still exist

My words tell their stories,

too epic, too reality-bending to die

My words see imperceivable colors

My words seek what's behind the waterfalls

My words,

Show my world,

My words,

Show my truths,

My words,

Show my lies,

My words,

Show my thoughts,

My words,

Show my feelings,

My words,

Show my soul