the random book of a weeb (sorta)

three. a trashy poem

" 𝔦𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫'𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣, 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓲𝓻𝓻𝓸𝓻, ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ, ˢᵗᵃʳᵉ ᵃ ˡⁱᵗᵗˡᵉ ˡᵒⁿᵍᵉʳ, вє¢αυѕє тнєяє'ѕ ѕσмєтнιηg ιηѕι∂є уσυ 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕥𝕣𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖔 𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖙"

-shane koyczan, to this day

i recommend this to everyone. this man is so talented with what he does. his words are pictures that come alive, each poem making the rusty gears deep inside the depths of your mind turn like they were brand new.

think about the words that you say.

words are like doves.

they fly

theyre precious 

and beautiful.

they fly

and they mesmerize everyone whos small hands

grace their soft wings.

and they bring joy to those people

and they are happy.

all words are doves.

but some doves

are damaged.

hurt.

and they bring nothing

but bad thoughts.

those doves need to be caged.

but its not up to the dove

whether or not he will make others hurt

like he does.

it is up to

the doves

m a s t e r .