The Freedom Of Words
12 January, 2003
Author: ShyHeart
Thank you for words, my means of escape
No one can catch me, or anticipate
My direction of travel for this great escape
The place where I'm going is not on the map,
I don't have to hurry and I might take a nap,
For no can catch me, I'm sure of that!
If, I get lost, I'll pull words from a hat,
A snap of the fingers, its as fast as that.
Words are my roads and they can pave the sky.
My words, they await me, and never ask why.
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Lori Ann Day (198.81.26.167) -- Saturday, February 22 2003, 11:56 am You know the power of words, and the illusion they can create. Interesting. |
| Terrie* (65.148.211.128) -- Wednesday, October 15 2003, 05:05 am Great poem Martin...i loved this....i may need to borrow some of your words someday so i won't get lost..ahhh too late... :) |
| jimika (207.166.54.80) -- Wednesday, October 29 2003, 08:56 pm Your poem was good |
| ruby (24.94.71.93) -- Thursday, November 20 2003, 12:47 am it was fantastic!! my heart was touched!! |
| Tyler len (204.210.102.117) -- Friday, November 21 2003, 08:02 am pretty cool awsoem poem there |
| esther (198.81.26.109) -- Monday, November 24 2003, 08:44 am A very touching poem...it touches my heart!!! |
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