#sticksandstones
In death there is no fear
neither is there in pain
compared to such a treachery
than putting one to open shame
many a thing they may endure
but poke at the pride engrained
you’ll bind and break their spirit
when speaking evil of their name
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
sticks and stones can break my bones
but words will never hurt me.
the kicks and slaps can give me bruises,
but the laughs will never reach me.
now say it back.
glares and stares can break my heart
and the words will make me fall.
the sneers and jeers will push me down
and the laughs will throw up my walls.
no. that's not right. naughty girl.
the only pain is the ****** pain,
there is no pain in the heart.
yes there is, yes there is,
it's been there from the start.
sticks and stones can break my bones
as well as the words they throw.
the kicks and slaps can give be bruises
as well as the secrets the know.
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don't tell your children that crying is wrong
for you are just making it worse.
we've broken our children right to the core
just with an "innocent" verse.
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 12:06 PM UTC
It's funny-how one word can change everything.
One word can make the good memories fade away.
One word can hurt more than a physical blow.
One word can overtake your every thought.
One word can consume you.
One word can break you.
It's funny how one word can destroy you, but one word can also set you free.
I would rather be hit with sticks and stones- then ever have to hear that one word.
Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 12:51 AM UTC
Words only cut skin-deep if you
Don't take anything to heart.
Jun 24, 2019
Jun 24, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
sticks and stones
may break my bones
but as if that's worse
then the names I was called.
i grew up believing
no one would love me
everyone hates me
and that i deserved to die.
real or fake
i would always break
because words are worse
then the names i was called.
so i cut myself
so i couldn't feel the pain
of damaging words, but
the only thing it does is make it start again
sadness and depression
are two different things
sadness is temporary
depression is your limbs
depression isn't a choice
people think the opposite
unless they've been through it themselves
but how should they know?
but depression isn't you
it's not who you are
it's the illness that creates pain
you can win this spar
sticks and stones
will break my bones
and words will always hurt me.
but i believe in truth.
i won't fall to lies.
if we've made it this far without dieing
we're strong.
we can be stronger.
Sticks and stones may break my bones; words will always hurt me. But friends and family will help mend my scars, and I will stay strong.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
You clench
Your fingers
Around my heart
And are surprised
When you find them
Covered
In blood
Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 5:48 AM UTC
I'm a wordsmith
A word that starts and smarts
The pain across your face
Like a whip
I'm a wordsmith
They bounce upon the page and skin
And seep into the cracks
Like water
I'm a wordsmith
The lines all blur to one
My voice, your ears, the future
Like a whip.
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
sticks and stones
may
break your bones
but words
will
rip you apart
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 3:07 AM UTC
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words won't simply hurt me
No, they'll burn more than acid on skin,
Settle like dust on every thought,
Pound me as water would stone
Itch like sand in my eyes
But they'll be the only thing I have left of you when you desert me.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 2:05 PM UTC
meaningless things drifting in your mind
they don't matter
they can't change anything
they say
*sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will never harm me*
thats not true
words hurt
through and through
they make you shrink
inside yourself
smaller and smaller
until there is nothing left
and nothing left for you to do
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
Love is just a four letter word
Never to be seen Never to be heard
You can feel but never touch
Love has left me on a crutch
All full of lies and untold truths
But when I'm gone what will you do?
Will you move on or keep my love alive?
I guess I'll never know unless I die
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 6:38 PM UTC
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.”
Oh darling…
After years of being bullied,
Bullying myself,
Are you aware the state I’m in?
My hands, they shake.
My head, it spins.
To be trapped in your own mind,
To be hooked on a drug they call sadness,
It’s torture.
I am a POW.
A prisoner of the war I am at with myself
When my mind says “Move on”,
And my heart says “Hold on”,
And my body says “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take”,
Who to listen to?
So I am punished for everything broken in my life
As I grasp through the darkness,
Trying to glue it all back together,
Ignoring the cuts the sharp shattered dreams bring,
But I’m so tired of self-pity.
So tired of holding onto people and things that have long left my life
Hoping one day
These real eyes
Will realize
When those real lies are told
So I can stop and ask myself is it really worth it.
Or better yet, am I really worth it?
Or am I just a complication?
Someone who you would be better off without,
At least you won’t have to act like you love me.
Lie about being there for me,
Dangle in front of me the possibility of happiness,
Then pretend to help me pick up the pieces of my broken heart
I’m so tired.
Stupid us, thinking we were in love.
Stupid me, thinking I was finally good enough.
So when I hear that stupid rhyme,
It brings me back.
Re-read the top if you must to completely grasp,
But don’t tell me that hurts less than a broken bone.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:52 PM UTC
You act as though love
is an epidemic,
a sickness sweeping the nation.
Something that needs to be forbidden,
something that requires a paramedic,
but love is not a disease.
It's the complete opposite.
It helps us see and breathe,
and know how to need.
It fulfils our dreams and
lets us sleep
knowing we're not alone,
and that we're not made of
sticks and stones.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
I sometimes stumble on words,
And I know they hurt
But I sometimes cannot say
what I mean to say,
and the words just get jumbled against my teeth.
Sometimes my thoughts just won't settle for weeks,
And I never know if it's my temporary insanity
or my perpetual restlessness,
That keeps tears streaming down my cheeks.
Even in the most inappropriate of times
I'm seen biting my lip and purging my mind,
And praying to every god in existence,
that my words will
For once, just come out right.
Words are such hurtful creatures
That never fail to reach us
where it really stings,
Deep in the pit of our stomachs
where our nerves sing
And where the words they live,
and fight to be kind.
But let's face it, our words never come out right.
And all I can taste is the regret in my mouth
and the blood on my tongue
And we're both far too young
to feel as if our world is already over when it's only begun.
And we're just beginning to breathe
and walk and arrange our talk,
In ways we simply hope can be beneficial to good communication.
Because what else exists in our day
other than misconstrued words and broken phrases.
I sometimes stumble on words
And they try to be kind,
but sometimes they just aren't quite right.
Kind of similar to my mind, and how it runs in circles
For words that are worthless at the end of the day,
when actions in fact speak louder than hurtful words.
Isn't that what our mother's teach us,
when we're so offended to learn
that light up sneakers
are not what they used to be and suddenly we aren't cool anymore.
Sticks and stones may break our bones,
But words will forever break us.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC