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!pjane
mhauck@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 -- Nessus@Eddie.MIT.EDU {allegra,seismo,decvax!genrad}!mit-eddie!nessus MIT, E40-358a, Cambridge, MA 02139 (617) 253-0147