my words

my words

A Poem by shoaib

Words
Are my painted artistic images
Showing you my vision with diction
Precision in my words leave inscriptions
This is freedom to me; release through linguistics
There are no bounds when I write just instincts
And I stick to them like lovers to trinkets
I bleed though them like ink that’s dripless
I think it is this that links us click and see me in an instant
I am just one being, but my words split my sides into prisms
A tortured soul whose been through prisons
A loving person who finds hope in making a difference


Words
Are my painted artistic artistry
The artist I aim to be whether I dissect my love anatomically
Or show how heartbreak changed my thinking like a lobotomy
And that’s why words are my blood you get my phlebotomy
Take it in you and you get a lot of me, all of me " honestly
I am their etymology and you see them to where they split like a dichotomy
My life the way I see it; logically, chronologically and ironically
All just part of me, a part of being, so you read my heart- its whole beating sonically
And it dawns on me, when I yawn and speak that whether I seek to breach lines of theology
Or show you my science and humanology; my design and weaponlogy
I give you not only my conclusion but methodology; my thinking and phrenology
Because my words are mine I’m giving you all of them without an apology


My words are
Complexity, simplicity, electricity, consistency
And as long as it exists in me I’ll persist with insistency
I will show you a kiss, sex, love and intimacy
I will make you wish, hug, think, and spill to me
Show you the will to struggle and bury the past like a wilted seed
I’ll show you the need to be freed, pill and swallow envy and jealousy
Feel and wallow in bliss and miss me, listen to me intently or listlessly
Or read me in words that are endless in sensibility sent from me


My words are me at present and I hope the world takes them as a gift I give
An unwrapping of the life I’ve been living and the one I have left to live

© 2011 shoaib


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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"I give you not only my conclusion but methodology; my thinking and phrenology
Because my words are mine I’m giving you all of them without an apology"
Once again, a very solid centerpiece for this poem, although the whole thing is quite good.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Your words are artful and thoughtful. Our words are one of the things that ought to unite us. Thank you for sharing these words with us.

Posted 13 Years Ago


your words are profound, simple to understand and relate while igniting the wonder of language to your emotion.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I for one appreciate your words :) xx

Posted 13 Years Ago



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shoaib
shoaib

miami, FL



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