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Words are like fire Hot, refining, reckless, beautiful They can calm the furious- Infuriate the calm They can spill forth like a waterfall They can be mathematically issued in lines of perfect harmony They can be thrown into jumbles and mean things they did not before Words are like a tidal wave They start with a ripple, undetected But the closer they draw, the greater their magnitude is realized Their destructive, cleansing, awesome power is something we will never comprehend Words are like a stifling, flickering start of a flame They can be a soothing and warm healer in the hands of one And a menacing, out-of-control frenzy in the hands of another Words define themselves, each other, us, the universe, and everything in it If they define themselves, how will we know what they truly mean? Do they truly mean anything, or do we merely perceive them to mean what we want? Some words, we remember They mean to us what they may not to other people They can make us feel beyond what they mean on their surface Words are like a fire In a second They can change a life.
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
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Fire
Words are like fire Hot, refining, reckless, beautiful They can calm the furious- Infuriate the calm They can spill forth like a waterfall They can be mathematically issued in lines of perfect harmony They can be thrown into jumbles and mean things they did not before Words are like a tidal wave They start with a ripple, undetected But the closer they draw, the greater their magnitude is realized Their destructive, cleansing, awesome power is something we will never comprehend Words are like a stifling, flickering start of a flame They can be a soothing and warm healer in the hands of one And a menacing, out-of-control frenzy in the hands of another Words define themselves, each other, us, the universe, and everything in it If they define themselves, how will we know what they truly mean? Do they truly mean anything, or do we merely perceive them to mean what we want? Some words, we remember They mean to us what they may not to other people They can make us feel beyond what they mean on their surface Words are like a fire In a second They can change a life.
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We are all desperately unique We are all crazy All awkward All different But the same We are all the loud one Because we fear the silence We are all the strange one Petrified of normal The out-of-control car Careening along It over-corrects Until it is too late Once All that was not perfect was unusual All that was unusual was wrong Now, all that is not outlandish is normal All that is normal is offensive Obscene to the eyes of those who cannot accept The beautiful alike Society has done away with the usual Cast out the status queue Spat upon the normal For it is the normal that is their nemesis It is the inconspicuous that shows their demons We are all the same None of us vary None different None strange We crave the attention Gasp in a mad scramble for beauty Desire We need to be different Grasping at qualities that are not there Not needed We ignore what exists Searching for what does not We desperately to change We must accept the mundane Embrace the usual For it is only in the usual, blank whiteness That colors can shine That the unique can flourish The car straitens We are not different We are the beautiful alike
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Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:45 PM UTC
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Beautiful Alike
We are all desperately unique We are all crazy All awkward All different But the same We are all the loud one Because we fear the silence We are all the strange one Petrified of normal The out-of-control car Careening along It over-corrects Until it is too late Once All that was not perfect was unusual All that was unusual was wrong Now, all that is not outlandish is normal All that is normal is offensive Obscene to the eyes of those who cannot accept The beautiful alike Society has done away with the usual Cast out the status queue Spat upon the normal For it is the normal that is their nemesis It is the inconspicuous that shows their demons We are all the same None of us vary None different None strange We crave the attention Gasp in a mad scramble for beauty Desire We need to be different Grasping at qualities that are not there Not needed We ignore what exists Searching for what does not We desperately to change We must accept the mundane Embrace the usual For it is only in the usual, blank whiteness That colors can shine That the unique can flourish The car straitens We are not different We are the beautiful alike
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