Speak now or forever
be seen as meek
Constantly stuck on replay
of what you really wanted to say
Always feeling inferior
self-confidence is weak
My introspection creates questions like;
Where would these
words take my feet?
Would my heart continue to beat
should I decide NOT to "hold my peace"?
What could happen? Well,
The big mouths will
just keep yappin'
Loving the sound
of their chattin'
Has no one listened to Charlie Chaplin?
A man of few words who
spoke through action
Showing that words
are distractions
Hiding truth {in captions}
a trap for reactions
Talk is cheap, there's more
ways to speak than speech
The truth is never heard but scene
in the silence of actions
Allow your feet to
follow your heartbeat
Be in the moment and
forever be at peace
Always, Holly.
About the author
the wind tells stories, and its good at it too
The wind tells stories. It’s good at it too, better than anything I could ever contrive. With every wisp of a breeze that touches the human senses, you are gifted pictures, memories and glimpses of a spoken, invaluably real world. Yes. Of course a spoken world is audible; even by the means of the mysterious invisible movements that rustle leaves, erode mountains, and destroy peaceful dwellings simply with its breath. How old is the wind? How old is the lore it has carried to the ears of mankind since the Earth was born?
By Cosette Alize6 days ago in Earth
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