I am You

I am a long poem;
you read parts of me often.
I find bits of me in my thoughts;
you find bits of you in my words.
You read my voice in your voice;
you see your words in my words.
It’s your whole truth sometimes,
and sometimes, it is not.
I am you sometimes,
and sometimes, I am not,
and at other times,
you are not exactly sure.

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Words II

Words are fragile,
and the consequences of dropping them
are very heavy,
especially on hardly-skeptical
“I believe everything” minds.

On the list of things that
should never be misused,
they come first.

Words open as many eyes as they shut.
They’ve permanently restored sights,
and at the same time,
caused too many to go blind.

Be careful of what you say and hear.

Words Heal, Words Kill

Words are fragile,
and the consequences of dropping them
are very heavy,
especially on hardly-skeptical
“I believe everything” minds.

On the list of things that
should never be misused,
they come first.

Words open as many eyes as they shut.
They’ve permanently restored sights,
and at the same time,
caused too many to go blind.

Be careful of what you say and hear.

 

Words

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Words are rods;
they correct,
they teach.

Words are swords;
they cut,
they hurt.

Words are cords;
they connect hearts
and heals souls.

Words are so powerful;
without them,
we wouldn’t exist.

They beautify,
they destroy,
they are the free assets
that we can’t afford.

Words are the greatest;
the best and the worst of all.