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It is fascinating
how such little words,
how such meaningless sounds
could break your mind.
It is disturbing
to see people utter them,
loudly and without thinking,
not even regretting the harm they bring.
It is suffocating
when those words have to but can't be held,
or when those thoughts can't be expressed,
frustration building up inside.
It is heartwrenching
how a few words,
pronounced unintentionally,
can break a fragile heart.
It is as surprising
as how a few sweet words,
pronounced with love,
can make forget and even heal wounds.
how such little words,
how such meaningless sounds
could break your mind.
It is disturbing
to see people utter them,
loudly and without thinking,
not even regretting the harm they bring.
It is suffocating
when those words have to but can't be held,
or when those thoughts can't be expressed,
frustration building up inside.
It is heartwrenching
how a few words,
pronounced unintentionally,
can break a fragile heart.
It is as surprising
as how a few sweet words,
pronounced with love,
can make forget and even heal wounds.
Akai Yari
A Bit of Love
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Literature
With You
Hold me tight,
Please don't go.
I'm falling apart,
falling down so low.
Like a rag doll I'm tearing,
seams falling apart.
I can't sew them back up,
wouldn't know where to start.
I need your help,
but I'm too scared to say,
too scared to reach out,
tell you to stay.
You're my only hope,
like it or not.
My chances are slim,
but I'll give it a shot.
So hold me up,
don't let me fall,
just tell me it's okay,
answer my call.
That's all you need to do,
and I'll be alright.
With you by my side,
I'll stand up and fight.
Literature
softened
the sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.
in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.
and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.
I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.
Literature
Permisson
I didn't give you permission
To come into my life
With all the subtlety of a train wreck
I didn't give you permission
To play around with my emotions
Like you did for the longest time
I didn't give you permission
To be so nice to me
Or to be so perfect in every way possible
I didn't give you permission
To make me like you
Or to become my friend
I didn't give you permission
To become the object
Of my affection
Nor did I give you permission
To be so beautiful
Or so unbelievably amazing
And I certainly
Didn't give you the permission
To steal my heart
Like you did
In that split second
When we first met
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I had time to write and my thoughts brought me to the power that every word hold, depending on what tone you use to say them or in what kind of sentence, what kind of atmosphere ...
I find words powerful ... they can be transformed into weapons or can make everything better.
Comments are always appreciated.
I find words powerful ... they can be transformed into weapons or can make everything better.
Comments are always appreciated.
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The beginning seemed almost tense which was not like you, but by the end, everything just felt floaty! As always, well-written.