Poetic Warfare
I'm not sure if the last verse is really how I feel anymore, that's why it's in bracets, but I wrote this poem this morning at the bus stop, and in Family Studies class.
Title (c) Aislinn
Poem (c) Me
Poetic Warfare
Shooting each other down,
Knocking each other to the ground,
With our faulty words, and rhymes released all around.
Making each other tumble,
Watching each other fall,
One more fight and that will be all.
Lying to each other,
Losing grip of when we were kind,
Aided by the poetry we use to speak our minds.
Words can be so hurtful,
Actions; just the same,
Added rhyme and tune, will not lessen the pain.
Our rhymes, and cruel words hurt,
More so than sticks and stones.
Emotional wounds are so painful, even compared to broken bones.
Your poetry is like a knife,
And like a knife, words can kill.
Physical wounds will close, and heal, but emotions never will.
(So take your poetic warfare,
And shove it up your ass.
Move aside, don't say a word, just watch me as I pass.)
Title (c) Aislinn
Poem (c) Me
Poetic Warfare
Shooting each other down,
Knocking each other to the ground,
With our faulty words, and rhymes released all around.
Making each other tumble,
Watching each other fall,
One more fight and that will be all.
Lying to each other,
Losing grip of when we were kind,
Aided by the poetry we use to speak our minds.
Words can be so hurtful,
Actions; just the same,
Added rhyme and tune, will not lessen the pain.
Our rhymes, and cruel words hurt,
More so than sticks and stones.
Emotional wounds are so painful, even compared to broken bones.
Your poetry is like a knife,
And like a knife, words can kill.
Physical wounds will close, and heal, but emotions never will.
(So take your poetic warfare,
And shove it up your ass.
Move aside, don't say a word, just watch me as I pass.)