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path of a word warrior

it's funny how some words can heal you
while some can steal your
steel strong resolve
and make you feel
shitty, some can make you
do supernatural boom
blast, so choose
your words carefully
you don't wanna be a bully
by using harsh words
but there's something even more painfull
than words:
thats silence
a sign of growing violence
in ones mind
a sign that
the light that once used to shine
brightly has come to an end, its a sign
that that kind
mind's disturbed
so word warriors be alert
and listen to the click of the clock
use your words to heal
not to steal
someone's happimess
and send them to darkness
use your words to seal away
someones violent silence
-yakaa: jujaa:
(i've had some great days and some bad days in the past few weeks and i realized that  i needed a word warriors words to calm me down but i ended up helping myself. my other side that is. i finally gave something to my loved one. and i had a feud with someone i valued the most. i also traveled during the days that i was absent from this blog. so u can say that this poem has a compilation of all those feelings that have accumulated during those past few weeks
- peace out)

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