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by BXC
Rated: E · Poetry · Writing · #2205223
A poem I wrote for creative writing class.


Screeches that somehow
Mean something more than
The harsh blur of consonants and vowels
They are comprised of
The indescribableness of reality
Somehow described in a sound

Phrases like weapons
Lashing at our souls
Bringing us to the dark depths
Of human emotion with a single
“I hate you”
Yes even the strongest of emotions
Are nothing but a sound in our ears

Phrases like a healer’s bandage
Taking the blinding fog
And dispelling it with a sonic wave
“I love you”
Yet so powerful men live and die for it

Give us sunshine
Give us rain
Sometimes I wonder if they describe our reality
Or if they are the creators after all
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