a community of fools
given the power to combine words
and a pen
that can write so much meaning
in just two, or three, or millions of words,
and sometimes, there aren't enough
words to express the feelings hidden down
deep inside ourselves, about this world,
but somehow all of us fools
can come together and say
all the words the people need to
hear.
Posted in response to the challenge YWP is ....
I follow you down the dark, dank stairway,
Not taking a glance back the way we came.
The footsteps I take are whispers;
No one can hear them but me.
But you still listen to my heartbeat
It's strewn on the floor
again, because I was too lazy
to throw it in the hamper
and instead it's on the carpet floor.
And it's there next time
I'm crying on the floor;
We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
Comments
have to say I'm a fan of fools :)
haha, lol. love your username! I am also a fool with a pen, identifying as a poet. :)
nice!
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