Just a Girl Lost 2

Just a girl lost~ Here I share bits & pieces of me, in poetry, prose, music & posts from writers who inspire me.

Words Are Meaningless

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Words are meaningless

(at least that’s what she said when I called her out on it)

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There is never a reason for writing words

No inspirations in human or vegetable form

No muses that inspire passion beyond the norm

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Words are just art,

amorphous spigots of thought

spit from vacuums of what…

Art art art!!! O N L Y ART!

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Poems are Big Bangs of abc’s
Throw them up
See what sticks

If you’re lucky you get something human

Something beautiful, deep, inspirational

Something invoking emotion pulled from inside

the writer who threw them up,

regurgitations of some fucking beautiful, deep fucking stuff…

(conspicuous use of the word ‘fucking‘ always makes the woman ‘writer’ seem much less impotent and so much more legitimate)

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Words are (in my insane, naive head)

NOT Robotic
Un felt
Pimped out
For a buck, but,

how dare you imply it’s not from the heat?

I mean, heart! Heart!!

All from the HEART!!

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But it’s not!!!

(you say you say you say, again)

See, it’s only when we (they) say

it’s from the heart, only then,

the rest of the time not,

got it?

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Words (you say again)

That’s how real writers write, right?

It doesn’t have to make sense, just read it

and believe all the bullshit we (they) spit

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Our words
Are IT

in a context making no sense,

that’s how it is

makes cheating legit (very convenient, isn’t it?)

Words…

(That fit ONLY what we’re comfortable with)

it’s not selling out, it’s selling it

and if we get a little action on the side, so be it

it’s only hearsay and poetry, bitch

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©justagirllost2~ Monique M.

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Author: justagirllost2

Just a girl lost in some ways, found in others. Writing my thoughts, ideas, dreams, realities, pieces of me ~ not all pretty~ definitely real ~ I'm a mother with faith in God's divine providence. Belief that my mistakes and selfishness and chaotic past are a jumbled tapestry that in the end will be woven heavenly. That all is never what it seems. That good will always claim victory and there is a plan beyond what human eyes and our fallen natures can see. My three children are my miracles, my life, my blessings. They inspire me to be a better woman and human being. I hope that you and I share and learn from each other in the beauty and reality of life on this ever evolving journey. xo ~ This is a place without masks ~ without broken glass paths ~ This is a place to be free To be the me He created me to be ~ Just a girl lost XxX

6 thoughts on “Words Are Meaningless

  1. Yes, you are correct. Enjoyed this post.

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  2. Writers are like parasites really.. Always need a muse.. To feed off their misfortune.. I think good writers just write from the heart and soul.. As for judging? That’s the pot calling the kettle black..

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  3. But I’d like to think we’re all real writers 😦

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