Wednesday, 18 November 2015

My Words

As I lay on my words
I ponder…
My words! My words!
My sweet pillow of comfort
A cushion of lyrics
Showcasing my thoughts
My secrets
My pain
My words speak tales
My experiences…they spice my words
Like meat in a pot, I cook my words
Spicing them up with the right experiences
My experiences…Your experiences
I add emotions to the art of writing
I bleed strong emotions that overwhelm you
Careless words that carry meaning
Caressing your smooth mind like silk
Truth…the incense my words produce
I sometimes camouflage it with jumbled patterns
I leave a footprint in the hearts of my readers
I scratch their curious minds
Leaving my autograph inscribed in the soft depths of their minds
My words are real to me
I taste them before I spit them out
I chew them before the ink flows out
Lies taste better…but lie…I’ll rather not
The truth so bitter…yet I’ll rather delight in its beauty and be satisfied
Peel the scales off the statue of truth
Leave it naked for all to see
Our hearts crave wisdom
But our flesh would rather rejoice in folly
Speak more words to me
Ye tree of truth!
Entice my pen and cause it to bleed
I rejoice in the flow of truth
Nourish my senses and be my muse
I have nothing to speak but words
Words of truth
Words by me
My words! My words!

By Sylvia Chika

© SylviaChika 2015

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