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You've heard the term,
"sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never harm me."
But it's wrong.
Words do harm,
sometimes worse than sticks and stones.
For those who have no hope,
words are worse than a knife.
It's easy to overcome the physical,
for you know that it will go away.
But pain from words,
You don't know when it will leave.
For insults sink in and stay.
And when you constantly hear them,
you believe them.
It's hard to sit all day in physical pain,
but it's harder still to sit in the emotional.
Words can lift and heal,
but they can also cut and sink you in,
into to a pit of hopelessness.
Don't be careless with your words,
for they can feel like sticks and stones.
They are like sticks and stones that don't bounce off again,
but stick like glue to a heart;
Poisoning the mind against yourself.
But luckily,
all it takes is Jesus to take the sticks,
and of course the stones, away.
And that is the only way,
to fight the sticks and stones.
"sticks and stones may break my bones,
but words will never harm me."
But it's wrong.
Words do harm,
sometimes worse than sticks and stones.
For those who have no hope,
words are worse than a knife.
It's easy to overcome the physical,
for you know that it will go away.
But pain from words,
You don't know when it will leave.
For insults sink in and stay.
And when you constantly hear them,
you believe them.
It's hard to sit all day in physical pain,
but it's harder still to sit in the emotional.
Words can lift and heal,
but they can also cut and sink you in,
into to a pit of hopelessness.
Don't be careless with your words,
for they can feel like sticks and stones.
They are like sticks and stones that don't bounce off again,
but stick like glue to a heart;
Poisoning the mind against yourself.
But luckily,
all it takes is Jesus to take the sticks,
and of course the stones, away.
And that is the only way,
to fight the sticks and stones.
Literature
Dark Rain
"Dark Rain"
Boiling clouds of threatening murk,
Filling the sky from horizon to sights end,
Shadows deepen, creep and swell,
And lights seem dim and smothered,
The first drops fall
Remember; it's only rain
Thick sheets of glossy black,
Each drop like bitter corrosive tar,
Steak the buildings, paint the bricks,
Leave splashes of sorrow on the walls,
Leave tear marks on people's skin,
Always look forward; it's only rain
Trickling lines of sullen darkness creep,
Pouring over, around, and through,
Each path leeching heat, light, and life,
Like thieves taking happiness instead of gold,
Streets are dark as the rain falls
Keep you
Literature
My everlasting wish
Once again I submerged in the cold arms of darkness,my everlasting torment, that endless river of sorrow,sobs, screams and laments.
The reality doesnt want to be my friend, and leaves me on my own, as if she was ashamed, or even worst, as if she wants to run away from me.
"Hope is what make us strong,it is why we are here, it is what we fight for when all else is lost"**
However, when i look back, i cant see anything, only darkness, ahead of mine there is a door, i run and run, but i never reach it, and the more i run, the further away i find myself of it, its is a big irony ... indeed.
While im writing this words, my tiredness gets wors
Literature
Darkness
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
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Too many children have to deal with this, and it has to stop!
School bullies are so cruel when they discover that words work better than pushing or shoving.
The damage done is unnerving, and it is creating bitter people.
"For those who have no hope,
words are worse than a knife."
That is so true.
I love this poem Bailey...
School bullies are so cruel when they discover that words work better than pushing or shoving.
The damage done is unnerving, and it is creating bitter people.
"For those who have no hope,
words are worse than a knife."
That is so true.
I love this poem Bailey...