Once we hear words
So deep that it could be etched in our brain
So intimate that it could be buried and kept away
No where is cul-de-sac
No words floats into the air
Like a siren weeping alone in the sea
No shouts, No loud tud like a typical story
No sermons, No hiding in upholstery
No tears and tries to ebb everything away
Like when fireworks pop in the sky
You refuse to hear every single word
Like remembering memoirs of a lullaby
Once we hear words
We tear them into pieces in our mind
Like its a whole tragedy that we get by
Like a hurricane we refuse to just stand by
A fiasco that we become unstoppable
We take them naked and vulnerable
Somewhere we find emptiness as another art
Madness takes a great feeling to rant
Happiness is there to finish it all
And sadness brings out its whole masterpiece
Like a pinch of salt
Everything become stark
Like you realize the importance of stars in the dark
As it was etched into our soul
We create our own vignette
A mixture of colors and pigment
To weep by drawing a sword
That could give life to a figure of words
It is burning inside
But it doesn't just slip past through open doors
Or sleep underneath and keep in store
We take them out
And show them to the world.