Friday, December 16, 2011

sticks and stones may break my bones...

Let's face it, words can hurt.  This is about the 'image' that is constantly pushed on us.


Words
verdicts upon release
suspended eternally in the air
hanging over you
voices that whisper
and let you believe
those golden tokens
will keep you going

Words
created the lie
that shed away in the light
as the ink that outlined the face
runs down
and the pallid colors
melt away
revealing a true blush
as beauty beaten on face
never lasts

Words
passages that lead the way
take them and create
or
break them and emerge


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