Join date: May 2005
885 IQ
It was ten years ago, almost eleven,
when I, who strives to be a master of words,
lost my grasp on one.

I could tell its shape on my tongue,
its sounds made sense in my ears, yet
it did not belong to me any more.
It has melted away.

It was ten years ago, almost eleven,
when language first turned its back on me, left
me hanging.

And yet I still chose to try and tame it.

In the ten years and some months since,
I have crafted a wall and a mountain,
I carved smiles, painted tears,
I drew breath. Both my lips and
my pen gently circled around it.

This word still eludes me, most stubbornly,
and I find myself using it only
in some borrowed fashions, and once,
just this miserable once,
in the title.
This is not a pipe
The Wild Hippy Rover
Join date: May 2008
2,176 IQ
Like most the work of yours I have read, this is absolutely fantastic. I never really have a critique against your work and this is not excepting
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mon titre d'utilisateur
Join date: Jun 2004
30 IQ

"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching

Mortal Technique
Join date: Mar 2006
70 IQ
As I was reading it, I thought there seemed to be a powerful emotion lacking, then the penultimate line came and made everything fit just right. Wonderful.