#wordsmatter
Just words
These are just words.
A storm in the distance
Advancing with rage
Escalating in time
Take the power away.
Just words.
High pitch shriek
Piercing ears
Traveling the connection
Between head and heart
These are just words
Spitting out the mouth
Tornados
Harmless breathe
Butterfly wings flap
Lethal turning.
Just words
Beauty that seems to fly
from angry hands
Beat the things
Only supernaturally touched
These are just words
Hurled in a corner
Knees to chest
Just words
Raging war
Settling scores
These are just words
Tearing like paper
Childhood taken
Just words
Target set to ****
Bullet bursting
These are just Words!
Rivers flowing
Shame imploding
Just words.
Regret for tomorrow
Can't take back what stains
These are just words
Memories flicker
Weight upon the shoulders
Just words
Empty,
lifeless
These are just words
Nothing that can come to cut the heart
To chain the soul.
Destroy the life.
Just words
Repeat,
repeat
These are just words.......
Sep 29, 2012
Sep 29, 2012 at 7:46 AM UTC
When eyes turn into a mouth,
and many mouths spell the same,
they cook the scenery with spices
and serve it to mankind.
The superficial minds swallow it whole,
but the deeper ones search through the flavours,
tasting the raw truth beneath.
They take the news across minds —
bending it, twisting it, building it —
giving it a new form,
and pouring it into the pots of hollow heads.
Not all rumours are just rumours; some are truths wrapped in uncertainty.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 9:20 AM UTC
A broken vase can never be fixed even glued.
A torn page can never cover it's despatched appearance.
Rifted paths can never passby again.
Past that happened can never be changed.
Occured loss can never be recovered.
Likewise,hurting others with words or actions can never be healed with a mere sorry.
Jul 17, 2025
Jul 17, 2025 at 9:27 AM UTC
They call it pichi rathalu,
a waste of ink and time.
But they don’t see the tremble in my hands
when I hold a pen,
or the storm I quiet
by pouring pain into lines.
Each word I write
is a cry I never screamed,
a tear I never showed,
a wound I stitched
with syllables no one dared to read.
They say, “Just study, forget all this.”
But how do you forget
what saved you?
These writings—
they aren’t just thoughts.
They’re survival.
They’re scars made beautiful.
"Let Them Call It Madness"
They call it pichi rathalu.
They laugh. Say I’m wasting time.
Say I should just focus on studies, like everyone else.
But they don’t know.
They don’t know these pages hold my pain—
not drama, not attention-seeking.
Real pain. The kind that keeps you up at 2 AM.
The kind that chokes you when you're trying to smile.
I write because if I don’t, I’ll explode.
I write because it’s the only thing that listens without judgment.
Because no one asked me,
“What happened?”
They just said,
“Be strong.”
“Move on.”
“Stop being so emotional.”
So I bleed on paper.
That’s not madness. That’s survival.
Let them call it anything.
This—
this is the only thing keeping me alive.
May 30, 2025
May 30, 2025 at 9:16 AM UTC
She moves fast like a city
full of names, things to do,
and places to be.
No matter how fast she moves,
there is always a spot for you.
Regardless of where you go,
not every woman, not every city,
is the same.
She highlights her personality,
the buildings of her priorities,
Her personalities,
like dominos
uncovered and placed strategically.
The way she was raised,
the not so pretty parts,
Behind the well known parts
of her,
not necessarily put away.
But still, there is a place for you.
Whether it's a quiet night in,
or an event organized
to get to know each other better,
the margins of her heart beat for you
Between the counties.
Although she moves fast,
and one day with her varies from the next,
she's not afraid to let you know that she's busy.
Once she handles all of her business,
be ready to catch up on all that missed time.
But don't forget
she doesn't just find the time
to call or text.
She shows up.
You too are a part of her world
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
She felt the weight of his words
Even as she waved a hand to dismiss them
Even as she smiled
And rolled her eyes
Even as she turned away
Bounce-stepping down the hall
She felt the full meaning of his words
Crushing her into the ground
Into dust
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Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
Come fourth blooming seed
Expose naked Satan's sin
Let good fruit spring out .
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 5:03 PM UTC