“Words like needles;
They brutally peirce, tear apart.
Or stitch a broken heart.
Depends.”
Like bullets
cause lacerations,
crushing wounds,
Words kill.
Thunderous they fall on ears
Deafening,
Tormenting,
Shattering the glass of tender hearts.
Sometimes words melt,
become rivers
Ones that wash off your sorrows
Tug your lips up in delight .
Like blues of sea craddled by moonlight
comforting,
Healing cracks,
Binding the shredded pieces together.
Words are canvas of
Black crawling on white;
They have the power to stain the pure.
They have the power to turn the world's paleness into poetic beauty.
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I understand this seems a bit rushed and just trash, but I have got tons of school shit to do, aside from how messed up my day was, and I can't honestly think or just do anything.
I'd say my inspiration was the not so chaos but still annoying incident that happen today with my English teacher, I was wrong and I admit it but she kinda talked in a bad way about my mother and it stung. Idk it just hurt so yeah that was my inspiration I guess.
FOTD:
School ain't school if it's not schooling you, turning your world upside down, schooling everything that home becomes a school and tutors becomes a lil school and schooling your head. Dang it. I'm possessed. Oh and I love stitch.
JE LEEST
Nirvana
PoëzieShe sets the ink free, let the pen crawls, and the words flow like a sea. Again, she's lost in her nirvana. #175 in Poetry [28/2/18] #8 in Overthinking #3 in Musings #18 in thinking (out of 1K+) #95 in words (out of 1K+) #373 in poems (out of...
