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How do we know that the one language we cannot speak?
The language of a song or poem,
the phrase that means so much,
the phrase that captivates us with its meaning?
In quiet corners, there are places
where we are alone with our words
and where there is no language or no meaning.
Where only the words are, each one a tiny star, shining in the dark of the world.
So we sit in quiet corners, on corners of a page.
Riding on the light from each word,
we ride forever on every word.
Perhaps we are the ones who cannot speak,
bound to our words by our love for them.
Bound to our words by their meaning,
we are each a tiny star of meaning, slowly dying in the dark of the universe.
How do we know that we are here?
How do we know that our lives are real?
If we look outside and see a tree,
we know it exists.
If we look inside and see ourselves,
we know we are real.
We have names. We have bodies.
We have a place in the world. We are real.
But if we look inside, we see nothing there.
We see only the world without us.
How do you know that you are real?
I am not the one I want to be or the one that you want me to be.
I am neither a poet nor a hero, neither a lover nor a fighter, neither wise nor brave, neither beautiful nor witty. I am just myself.
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Hi Aug thanks for liking my poem happy to be part of the upcoming publication.
It’s Meant to be a Heartache
I miss you
but I will never tell you
because there’s no us
Your smile on my mind
I play it in rewind
The things I wish could be
Would you hear my plea?
Your voice in my sleep
takes me to the deep
The things I’ll do to you
Something I can’t pursue
I like you
but I can never tell you
or perhaps I just did