Owning The Words Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I write my heart out to just watch it disappear.
A ghost of something I felt.
On a page long buried.
Stones among the dirt.
Can you find one that really meant something.
Something deep.
A world of plenty.
Experienced and missed.
A foreign kiss.
Something exotic.
Something hypnotic.
Music to me.
It means so much.
Yet there are so insignificant.
Just a footnote to the giants who march in front of me.
I don't know how, I don't if anything I do will matter.
The blood pools among this dark matter.
Like cancer it is not so easily removed.
It spreads through my eyes.
Giving me this dark sight.
A nightmare of future beings.
Creatures not so right, but perfect in every way.
Capturing human emotions.
They are not who we are.
They are a deposition in a computers translation.
Words written not so forgiving.
And they are stealing them by day and night.
Copy write not to a story but a line, a phrase.
But without lines and phrases who could invent such tales.
Start taking away what we can use and soon there is nothing left to tell.
Honor me, use my words, but don't betray me and claim them as your own.
For possession of words is not possible.
At least if we write what we think.
Maybe it has been done before.
But it doesn't mean we can control what is thought.