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"THE POWER OF WORDS..."
  by Butterfly Child


Forgot to click the response button thingie =]
This is a response to KiNg-Go0B3r's "WORDS(dorsimbra style)"


They say "Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me"
Well i know I've been hurt more by words than weapons,
Yet the quote says it shouldn't be so,
Then why am i still scared?
I know the truth,
Its amazing how blinded people can be to the extent where they belittle the power of words,
Words...
Its the only element strong enough too freeze a heart numb,
Has the basics to bring about suicidal deliberation,
Yet it has the counsel to bless with an ounce of faith to carry on through,
Has the power to give that glimpse of light in a whirl pool,
Yet they say it lacks the power to beak my bones,
Well this i can say, numerous times it came close...

First hand i have seen and experienced the joys and pains that come from words,
The healings and bleedings,
The many colors hidden in the depths of ink that we are on a journey to discover,
I wish to become a journalist,
Cause i know the power of manipulation that comes with words,
We are ruled by words,
A mute person could never rule a nation so strongly,
But with the aid of powerful words is what makes a domineering or revolutionary leader,
That's another topic of its own with the concept of good and evil,
Which way you use it is of your own doing,
These are my words but they would never exist if words never existed
Cause then what are letters without an intellectual mind...
Aimless individuals which is what we are without words,
Think...
Why is it that near death we cherish the last words?
Cause its a sign of life and hope,
Yet is capable of creating a pain more agonizing than the physically,
Cause heaven knows when you speak some certain words,
It hurts so bad and I'm stuck wishing it was my bones you had broken instead,
So now when they say sticks and stones...
I laugh cause i know its a lie,
I know words goes beyond bones and targets the soul,
I know the true power that words hold...
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Date Submitted: Jul 22, 2008 (12:13 AM)
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comment icon  POEM RESPONSES (1)
Date: 07/23/08 (12:00 AM)
Author: D.O.X.
Poem Title: The Power Of Words???

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  killercoldstar
08/23/08 (04:45 PM) 
Amanda I have read all of your poems and this is your best one. I really felt and understood what you're talking about. Words are weapons. Words are medicine too. This poem really made my day..you're amazing

  'x'GhOsT'x'
07/26/08 (04:06 AM) 
yep dis is true 10 strs

  DL Martin
07/25/08 (11:02 PM) 
Yeah, I read goobs write about words and came to something of the same conclusion. But you set this write off! Granted words may only have as much power over us as we allow them, but even a bald-faced lie tends to have a way of working and worming it's way to your core...this poem itself is very powerful words indeed...

  The Mad Poet
07/24/08 (08:40 PM) 
Very nice write words are powerful depending on the way they are perceived though...me personally I do not let people words affect me to the point of getting my feelings hurt...I'm too strong for that & besides I truly believe that "Only God Can Judge Me"...it's tattooed on my chest just for a friendly reminder!!! LOL...keep that pen moving 10 stars easy ma

  HazeyyyBabyyy
07/24/08 (02:38 PM) 
I think we as writers do know the true power of words...physical wounds can heal but the trauma of a broken or wounded heart can last a lifetime...no one perseverates on a fist fight they got into when they were younger, but we can all remember a hateful taunt or jab... nice write

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