pseudopoignant

Ramblings of a Twenty-Something.
Words

Words pierce like the blade of a knife

swift blows to the heart

slowly disembodied, destroying

unaware of our ultimatums and expectations

We build walls with our words

seeking to conquer and unknowingly divide

but words were gifted with a greater purpose

built on the foundations of love

a torn Berlin of understanding

Words to rebuild, strengthen, empower

Words to live, breathe, and feel

knives to feed, shelter, protect-

blunt with peace

used to carry the legacy of wisdom

(October 27, 2007)

— 1 year ago with 9 notes