pjane (11/15/82)
How easy
the breath
that kills a flame.
How hard
to kindle
that light again.
Cold words kill
and
kind words kindle.
By words withheld,
a dream may dwindle.
Unknown author.
Sugar
ihuxe!pjanemhauck@ihuxk.UUCP (08/23/83)
Words 8/23/83 Words what are they? Alone they express nothing. Cry, laugh, screamed, smiled. They say nothing alone I cryed at my wedding I laughed at the three stooges I screamed with delight at the magician I smiled with sadness, at his death. These say more then the word A word with no others surrounding Is a vacuum, in this wordy world Speak to me in sentences Touch my heart and mind I will listen to your words Your word alone does not speak to me Open your words to me My friend I miss you And the talks are no more The words seem to be lost Can we find them again? Mary Hauck
bing@galbp.UUCP (Bing Bang) (06/08/85)
silent to the end will i be? and if life is a question too complex then death is an oversimplification. but who will hear if i choose to scream? bing 6/5/85 -- ---------- "Is anything really real?" ...akgua!galbp!bing
nessus@mit-eddie.MIT.EDU (Doug Alan) (07/28/86)
Sometimes I hate words
Almost as much as I hate myself
Words let you ask for things that you don't really want
Words let you ask questions which themselves are lies
Words let you make promises you cannot keep
Words let you use me, without touching me
Without guilt
Memories fade much faster than ink
Words let me put down enough
Not enough to help
But enough so that I can never forget the pain
Words never let me say how I really feel
The important ones -- the ones that mean something
Are way too big to get past my throat
Even when they are small
And the words on my tombstone will be merely
An empty dream
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