Words Fail

    I'm really not a poet or a writer, but one of my goals for the semester is to write more and improve the small skills I have now.  So over the next scattered months I plan on posting some of the things that have been coming out of my mind onto paper. I have no intention of making this publicly known to anyone so if by some odd chance you stumble upon this blog, or are an old friend reminiscing lost things (aka, this blog) then I hope you enjoy what will be posted, and if you have any feed back I would love to hear.  Some of the works will be ones I've heavily revised, others might be first drafts. Enjoy :)

Words fail

They’ll never catch the serenity of music,

the beauty of love,

or the pain of death.

Try as we might,

even those words

that took us hours on hours

to revise and edit,

to shape and form

so as to best describe

these feelings inside:

they will always

be lacking,

they will only ever

describe the outside.

So why bother?

Why even try? 

What’s the point

of writing,

if it only shows a shadow?

Because

that’s just the thing,

that’s the beauty of words:

it gives you a description,

a picture

of what is seen

in the mind.

Although it doesn’t capture the life,

or the true meaning

of those thoughts,

words get as close as they can,

and sometimes

there’s enough power

to change our lives.