"Tangled Words" is exactly that. This is the online notebook shoved in the bottom drawer by a twenty-something year old Aussie girl. It isn't meant to be anything special, just a place where thoughts can be tucked away.
“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”
~James Earl Jones
“Words are the voice of the heart”
All our words are but crumbs that fall down from the feast of the mind.
“Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.”
~Edgar Allan Poe
What poetry is to me…
makes nothing happen.
in the valley of its saying.
Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before.
Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
~Percy Bysshe Shelley
Poetry is the language in which man explores his own amazement . . . says heaven and earth in one word . . . speaks of himself and his predicament as though for the first time.
Such is the role of poetry. It unveils, in the strict sense of the word. It lays bare, under a light which shakes off torpor, the surprising things which surround us and which our senses record mechanically.
Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.