By Ruby Weber
Instead, let's compare.
The good and the fair.
With the chaotic evil of the lack of awareness.
Let me take a moment to share this.
Those who use words to build are filled with contentment and ease, assured and pleased with themselves.
They see the world as a kaleidoscope of views.
They use their mouths to generate kindness, but the opposite end suffers in blindness.
Those who choose to become the devil bring others down, dragging them to their level.
They excel at the words of hell, but they suffer inside.
They were never taught any different.
Blame the parents for lack of consistence.
There are the good and the chaotic, please note the difference.
Author's Note:
This was written by a good friend of mine, who's very good at slam poetry, and gave me permission to share it. I wanted to share this one because not only is it great, and one of my favorites from her repertoire, but I also wrote a response which will be published in the next page.
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What Writing Can Say That My Voice Alone Cannot: A Poetry Collection
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry that I've written a long time ago as well as recently. They will include the themes of love and nature, as well as angst and sorrow. All credit for writing and artwork goes to me unless otherwise noted.
