Lindsey Merritt

The Nature Of Language

you always made me feel alright when you spoke with gentle, kindly words.
you always gave me goosebumps when you told me words of affection.
you always took satisfaction when you saw me flinch at a dirty joke.
you always laugh when you tease me with awful things.
how does it feel?
how does it feel to experience such words?
once something leaves your mouth, it scatters to the wind.
like dandelion seeds.
never to be taken back.
only, when something leaves your mouth, it can be compared to daggers.
daggers, slicing and cutting the fragile feelings of others.
feelings often impossible to nurse back to heath completely.
every 'funny' joke.
every stupid comment.
every witty remark is like twisting a cold metal blade into someone's ribs.
like me.
you're doll-face.
how doll-faced am i now?
now that i'm scarred and bleeding from you're evil language?
you will never know what it's like until you experience it for yourself.
it won't be hard.
just go out and talk to someone who doesn't care.
i don't care anymore.
does that make me a canidate?

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 27, 2012

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Comments about The Nature Of Language by Lindsey Merritt

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjrFrank James Ryan Jr...fjr (6/27/2012 10:56:00 PM)

    This work displays an astute and intriguing confluence of both the free-verse and prosaic verse. I like the wit, and the metaphoric tease you employ...Stellar Penning ~FjR~

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