The Spoken Word.

[mingster]

Have you ever felt like you had nothing to say.
Like topics of conversation were a waste of time.
Like you wish you could just be silent for a long time.
And never have to communicate your feelings to another person.

Have you ever felt like you had so much to say.
But you could never say it.
Either the moment never came,
Or when it did, you just couldn't remember what you wanted to say.
Like it wasn't important anymore.

Have you ever thought that no one could understand a feeling.
Like you couldn't do it justice by trying to explain it, so you don't.
Like the whole world is living in another feeling.
And you are the only one feeling your feelings.

Have you ever over-estimated the value of the spoken word?
Thought maybe, they aren't so important...
Did you do it to justify a lack of words to speak?
Do you think you made a mistake?

Ming.

 

[mingster]

No one has any words to speak?
This must be Poetic Justice...

 

[MBoy]

SEVEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

 

[Bumbaclat]

bird is the word?

Bumbaclat

 

[Plato]

its too late to read anything that umm..paragraphy..

p[l]a+0

 

[LivingRoomPornstar]

Originally posted by MBoy
SEVEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE

LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL

 

[Lil'Timmy]

yep

 

[djcheezwhiz]

from the GU board this morning...

just taking a quick look around before heading out & came across this...don't know if it fits here, but oh well...

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time, we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.

We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life; We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We’ve higher incomes, but lower morals; We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of tall men, and character; steep profits, and shallow relationships.

These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition. These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom, a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete......

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have a good easter day

jc

 

[organik]

Originally posted by mingster
Have you ever felt like you had nothing to say.
Like topics of conversation were a waste of time.
Like you wish you could just be silent for a long time.
And never have to communicate your feelings to another person.

Have you ever felt like you had so much to say.
But you could never say it.
Either the moment never came,
Or when it did, you just couldn't remember what you wanted to say.
Like it wasn't important anymore.

Have you ever thought that no one could understand a feeling.
Like you couldn't do it justice by trying to explain it, so you don't.
Like the whole world is living in another feeling.
And you are the only one feeling your feelings.

Have you ever over-estimated the value of the spoken word?
Thought maybe, they aren't so important...
Did you do it to justify a lack of words to speak?
Do you think you made a mistake?

Ming.

Wow, I really like your poem!

I know I've experience thoughs same feeling so many times in my life... poetic justice has definitely been served!

-Ricky

 

[mingster]

Re: Re: The Spoken Word.

Originally posted by organik


Wow, I really like your poem!

I know I've experience thoughs same feeling so many times in my life... poetic justice has definitely been served!

-Ricky

Thanks & thanks.