Words.
At times they have no meaning,
And at times they are the most important thing in the world.
I despise words.
Despise the way ink meets paper,
Despise how line after line marks itself into existence,
Despise the way words make me feel.
Words have a way of creating worlds unknown,
A distant faraway land called imagination,
A world that is full of trickery and fools,
A world that is filled with words.
Words can carry a legacy full of despair,
Or lies filled with honey,
The difference is blurred in my eyes,
They are words all the same.
Yet I never know the right ones to say.
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No_one_special (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It’s been quite awhile since I’ve posted anything here. To be honest, I was discouraged from writing free verse and slam poetry by a teacher of mine, so I stopped writing for a good year. This one has no real meaning, except of course my hatred for words. I hope to be writing once again real soon. With utmost regards, Nobody special
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Comments2
Well you have found the right words in this poem.
Andy
what we don't use, we waste
so write to your heart's content, or don't
but whatever you choose, try to make sure
its the path you'll regret, having never tried
let that be your guide, in life...
thanks for sharing
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