Words are the strongest weapon known to man, yet everyone possesses the ability to make use of them. Those words of love and hate, of courage, fear, sorrow, and everything in between.
Words of positivity speak love into creation, leaving light and flowers blooming when they're said and heard.
Words of hate seek to destroy and rip down someones or somethings with a force so violent it may shake the world
Words are like bullets. Some merely a cool splash of water enjoyed with friends on a warm summer day or the splashes of colour in yet another match of paintball that soak through your clothes.
Others are like those of a shotgun. Small, however fired with a force that they rip through your all, flesh and bone and body, leaving nothing behind but a gaping wound that bleeds intact with your heartbeat.
Words are like bombs. Explosively shattering all that you've loved and may ever love someday. Wiping out everything that you hold so dear, leaving no more than the pile of rubble and dust of your stone-turned heart.
Words are like swords. While often just plastic and dull, leaving scratches and bruises that may last a lifetime. Or they cut through your skin to make their way to the heart to stab it and twist it, leaving just your screams of pain.
But however large they yield their power, we can make these words, these weapons ours, ours to behold. Crush them with a weakness that has yet to strengthen our bones.
And hearts of stone will beat as one, while their holders, marching with the drums and chanting the names of their Gods. Chanting for a better time and world where human voices may be heard and not become like bombs and guns, destroying all they've said and done.
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Little Somethings - A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poetry in various genres such as: love, society, philosophy and fiction
