People believe I'm the magicman of words .
Stringing them together as taut as a guitar's chords .
But no one believes the fact that I fail at them as they do ,
I fail at words when I need them the most .
Yes , I might write poems richly detailed
or weave stories with delightful camaraderies
which contains words unheard of .
Yes , words are a weapon .
To change the evil .
To revive history .
Sharper than a knife , it is the harbinger of great changes .
But I can't seem to get a grasp of them at all .
Words are like the leaves which clump together on my evergreen tree of knowledge .
But as time goes , they flutter away to foreign places .
Some go to strike draught in the holy ground of other's hearts .
Spiteful , hatred ; that's what they inject .
Some try to comfort the dying shrubs .
Negligence is one big sin which leads to another ,
they are not sure of what to say but there is pity
for they might be dead weight , as comfort can only be replaced by more comfort ,
which is not forever .
Others try to spark happiness in the weeds ,
cause your happiness might be someone's hope at a better tomorrow .
Yes , it's all great to do so , but this are what my words do .
I am redundant at them , I am well aware .
I just hope they can change someone else for the greater good , too .
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Random Thoughts In My Random Head
De TodoAngst , betrayal , fangirling and redundancy in form of stringed words or otherwise known as poetry . Welcome to my random thoughts . In my random head .