Poem -

Should I Stop Talking?

Should I Stop Talking?

Words fall from my mouth like angels from grace,

plummeting perilously.

They seemed so good, so pure, when they were in the heaven of my mind

But now they have fallen, they do not seem so divine.

These devils scatter across the page,

spreading their ideas like the plague,

But what ideas are these? That was not what i meant to say,

These words arent showing what i meant to portray.

I have been betrayed!

These shackles of words by which I chain my thoughts have slipped, letting new ones enter and old ones escape.

But they did not even change shape!

There is no way to transfer them unmolested,

It seems every idea has been messed with.

I wish that i could communicate clearly,

For the false words have cost me dearly,

But I fear that my only option to prevent misconstruction,

is to shut my mouth, and never let it open.

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COSMOFUNNEL Team

Hi YesterdaysFever,

Congrats, your poem is now being promoted on our F.B page.

Glide on love.

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sparrowsong

Hello Yesterday'sfever...

Welcome to Cosmo...

Great Write...

Congratulations on your F.B. Promotion

Hugs

sparrowsong

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Christopher Correia

YesterdaysFever, cool write very conversational approach, enjoyed reading....cheers

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Lucas Lazar

They are not flies in the closed mouth, words can make us slaves of something or someone, men and women are owners of their silence, but...

It should be left to speak or write for fear to be wrong?

Personally I think not, the words serve to get to know and to communicate, what is good is to try to speak and write in a clear, concise and consistent, thus we will develop and strengthen what is now disused, the intellectual honesty.

A greeting and congratulations on the promotion on FB.

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