Words. Words.

I’m thinking of all the words.

Left stuck in a book, your computer, or your phone, just waiting to be performed.

The lost words.

See I’m a reformed closet writer addict.

Been laying down thoughts without the thought that if one day performed that they could be caught…or bought…or even amount to nought.

But what if these words connect?

Connect with others and they are found, bound to another soul.

Grabbed by another, as they pick up the dribs and drabs, apply their own perspective and breath new meaning into the words until they are made whole.

Because I know I ain’t the only one thinking the same thoughts that I jotted down on this pad.

Words. Words.

I’m thinking of all the lost words.

The greatest songs ever written, that were never heard.

The greatest novels that sat in someones top desk drawer.

See I know when someone is at their lowest putting thoughts into words can help relieve the pain.

But can you imagine sharing those lost words to relieve another persons strain?

I know you got something good, that you’ve written, that is oh so very personal.

But exposing that part of your soul is oh so damn worth it all.

Words. Words.

I’m thinking of all the lost words.

See I could wax lyrical about the literal meaning of the metaphysical being.

But the all seeing aint seeing what i see in the meaning.

Woven deep, seeped into your very essence. It seamed like heavy breathing.

It was deep seated. I believed it. And achieved relief as the reticent sentiment was leaving.

Words. Words.

I’m thinking of all the lost words.

See I’m an observer.

I learn a lot with no need to speak.

Feed off the energy and release.

Words. Words.

I’m thinking of all the lost words.

Sometimes you need to lose yourself to find yourself and begin that journey back to full health.

Where your worth and depth of character is recognised and realized by those at your side.

And I’d rather inspire, than hide, my true side.

So I’ll feed inspiration, while maintaining a higher level, where others look up to you.

Standing on skyscrapers, thats achieved, through building blocks, of good deeds, inspiring others, to succeed.

Words. Words.

I’m thinking of all the lost words.

I believe the greater I know that you don’t.

The greater my strength.

But I think too much.

I think I think too much

So I organise my thoughts into rhymes that spit fire into the ether.

Spin this existence into coded messages hoping you will play receiver.

Catching this lyrical medicine concocted from life tested life lessons.

Because is it not a blessing to release these words in to this world?

All these words I jotted down when they entered my mind, and have sat in my notepad for months.

These are my lost words.

I hope you find them.

And release yours.

Words. Words.

I’ve set free all my lost words.

 

This is dedicated to enjosephine who inspired me to finally finish a piece, and I haven’t been able to do that in at least 6 months.