The Power Of Words

Words. They are spoken in various languages all over the world, but their purpose remains the same, tools used for communication, miscommunication, discommunication. Put simply, they're manifestations of a person's thoughts. Turning abstract into concrete, illusion into reality.





One of the most powerful weapons, more effective than both the blade and the gun, the impact of words strike the deepest depth of the soul. Words can be used to ruse, lie, deceive, mislead, sway, and convince. Words can be conveyed in such to cover a trail, to lay a smokescreen, to buy oneself some time.

To put your thoughts on paper, to channel them out by the means of constructing coherent sentences. To be able to voice out your opinions, to be heard, is that so hard? Yet, no matter how much I try, my voice is drowned out by the endless chatter around me, rendered insignificant as the overflow of ideas. To be rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak no matter how desperately I want to. I open my mouth to speak, yet words fail me. To be stuck in silence, as it haunts me through each passing day.

To speak in quotes, to only be understood by one who shares your ideas and thoughts, to have somewhat of a "secret code" among friends, one of the truly blessed joys of words. Nothing beats that feeling when you're struck by inspiration or a certain event and you look over to your friend and yell out a certain word and he or she looks back at you, let everything sink in, then burst out laughing (: Yeap! This kind of applies to my bestie, you know who you are (:

In the end, words are just what they are, merely words. Tools, the key to deception, manipulation, distraught, maleficence. A fragile string, a thread, that can never truly reconnect one it has snapped. Another wave of denial strikes, the calm is slowly slipping away. The darkness beckons, arms outstretched, as I embrace it wholeheartedly.

Words and actions conflict, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.