words

It's the words
That are left
Unspoken
That mean the most

So I'm starting a small series where, each day, I'll pick a word from something that happens during the day and write it one my arm. I'll write up several each day. Then, I'll tell you about the origin of said words.
So.

Merimbula- Came from a conversation with Usagi. A place in southeast Australia, right on the coast. I think it's in a bay.

I'm not sure if
you realize this,
but,
it was never your kisses
that kept me alive,

it was the words
that I thought they meant.

I speak a language of my own. Well, at least a few words.
My Words:

Flitting- verb- (Flit-ting) - Walking like a little bird hops.

Chillockin’- verb- (chi-lock-in) - a word to describe a feeling that you get while listening to certain songs. *like Santeria*

Spadazzling- verb- (spa-dazz-el- ing) -spazzing while wearing something that looks amazing on you.

On Eloquence

By W.T. Smith
Hanover High School, Grade 11

What would we give for eloquence?
Would we change what we had to say?
What did we do with innocence?
Did we lose it along the way?

How many times are decisions made
By the words that we know how to use?
And how often do we give our dreams away
Because we have to choose?

So if you speak a different tongue,

Hurtful and sad
Painful and mad
With anger they ring
By terror they sing
But as all things do
They can be happy too
Helpful and soft
From loft to loft
And loudly they’re said
Even in a story before bed
On paper or wood
Read if they could
Or simply heard from a friend
Around every bend
They’re unavoidable
Not always affordable
Cheaper than pictures and actions

Words stir
From within
Me.
What
Are they
About?
What
Do they
Mean?
They come out as
Poetry,
Sometimes it
Rhymes,
And other times,
It doesn’t.
They are parts of me,
But parts I do not
Recognize.
I will come to be
Familiar
With them.
Maybe.
But I hope the words
Never
Stop.

Never to be spoken aloud,
Now that you’re so far away,
All these things I’m thinking,
That I never got a chance to say,

There’s nothing I can do,
But sit here, hearing all these words,
Knowing what I want them to mean,
And knowing that they’ll never be heard,

Sometimes I have to wonder,
What would have happened, had we won,
How much better would it be,