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words are something we learn at a young age what those around us say                 becomes what we say but words are so much more than our bodies vibrating air words tell the world what our brain is thinking the words we hear               become parts of our thoughts the words that we use               show the world who we are where we're from                and what we want to show others words written down carry our thoughts across and through space and time a pen and ink can and have saved lives started wars broken hearts and blown minds A word of encouragement Can nourish a man more Than any supplement A word of abuse Can wound a man To where medicine is of no use A word of simple compliance Blinds the mind And a few of fierce rebellion Become a battle cry Maybe a few bad poems Are less than art But a brain releasing a cyclone into paper Had to be a start Maybe one day I can find my part (s) Until then, my mind Wanders alongside my heart (s) But these words Though so little Are only my start
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
Words
words are something we learn at a young age what those around us say                 becomes what we say but words are so much more than our bodies vibrating air words tell the world what our brain is thinking the words we hear               become parts of our thoughts the words that we use               show the world who we are where we're from                and what we want to show others words written down carry our thoughts across and through space and time a pen and ink can and have saved lives started wars broken hearts and blown minds A word of encouragement Can nourish a man more Than any supplement A word of abuse Can wound a man To where medicine is of no use A word of simple compliance Blinds the mind And a few of fierce rebellion Become a battle cry Maybe a few bad poems Are less than art But a brain releasing a cyclone into paper Had to be a start Maybe one day I can find my part (s) Until then, my mind Wanders alongside my heart (s) But these words Though so little Are only my start
This poem is basically just a portion of the random tracks of my train of thought thrown into a poem.
#words#beginning#impact#findingmyway#trainofthought
breeze-mist
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breeze-mist
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
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