Wordsmith – Poem

The art of words

Is what makes your blood boil,

your heart pumps faster

and your face trembles.

 

The beauty of words

Is a struggle of thoughts.

To control them

And put them in order.

 

To show the reader

Your soul

And trust that

They will not just ignore it.

 

To make an art of words

Is a difficult task.

To give all you’ve written

For someone else to judge.

 

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Pointless ‘Efforts’ – Poem

Meaningless words

Trying to hurt like a pierce in the heart

With a purpose of confusing you

Like a drug that seduces you

 

Perpetrating lies

Filling your head with ideas

With a purpose of stepping down

Forcing you to self-destruction

 

Loud actions

Will silent every said and unsaid word

With a purpose of controlling any chaos

Letting you live the way you want.