What if words are really quite intrinsically inept;
Tools which ought be stashed away where caveman's clubs are kept?
For in the depth of our beginning
Dreamt through bonds of fleshy silk
Love still surely squished and squawked through mouths of fatted ilk...?
And even then, without the dreary murk of overweening,
Sweat and tears had brined each thought in metaphor and meaning?
Bloody joy had gripped in laughs the bellies of our mothers?
...All words are shit at what they do...
Still, better than the others.
Once at a red light, which was a bummer because I was in a hurry, but not enough to blast through and risk my wallet, license, or life. Apparently, I had been driving like a skilled maniac and the person I had cut off pulled alongside me. I could tell there was some commotion behind his window because I caught a flurry of blurred frenzy from my peripheral vision. But I was preoccupied, listening to Steven Wright on the Comedy Channel on my satellite radio. I'm sirius. Finally, I had to look.
What really made him go crazy was that I was laughing at Steven and he thought I was laughing at him. The frenzy sublimated into a shit-fit.
And I know what a shit-fit is. I've suffered them myself. Many times.
With our windows rolled down in obligatory bilateral outrage, he said the word.
Dipshit. Dipshit? I wondered.
We separated without road-rage homicide or wanton headlight destruction via a handy golf club. But I was wounded. Dipshit...me.
I asked myself, what exactly is a dipshit.
I looked it up. Oxford probably didn't have it, and I probably didn't have an Oxford dictionary, so I went to the slang sources on the Internet.
Dipshit: (dip'shit) A contemptible person.
Not good enough. I think he was going for something stronger than "a contemptible person." No, he was going for
...a contemptible person who is a piece of shit, dipped into a piece of shit, and if had a wooden leg, he'd be shit-on-a-stick--a shitsickle; ten pounds of shit in a five-pound bag; human detritus worth of nothing but flies--iridescent ones; the person no one wants to step into.
Amazing...the convoluted scatological point he was able to make with just a two-syllable compound word, a malodorous word, a contemptible word, like the person.
I resent that he called me a dipshit. I was NOT a dipshit when he called me that. But now I felt like one. He had nailed it.
you have the power to build me up
and break me down-
even your absense affects me.
how can eight letters fill me with joy,
and then six months later,
break my heart?
your beauty, your allure
capture me, captivate me-
complete me; you put me under your spell.
but when you're gone, i lose my mind,
when you leave, only when you finally decide to give up on me-
i am alone, for you are the only thing that never leaves
I still think about what the boy in the third grade said about my voice being ugly. I can't unhear those words, I can't forget them. And whenever I'm about to speak, I shake at the memory.
Are They So Powerful?
Lately, it’s hard to think of my words as powerful. Maybe coming from the right person, in the right context, they can be powerful. But in my experience; trying to tell healthcare workers over and over again what’s wrong, all the places it hurts, all the painful fatigue, how overwhelming it all is, those words often seem to fall on deaf ears.
I mean, sure, some of them listen, but as soon as they choose not to, it’s as if my words lose all value. All voice. Then, no matter how many times I say something, no matter how many different ways, no matter if I write it down or say it verbally, my words can’t seem to penetrate their jaded indifference.
My words feel powerless.
Words are a soul’s soldiers;
Fighting the battles of your heart.
The war of life cannot be won without them.
They can tear the enemy apart;
They can give comrades the strength to go on.
But meaning is where words get their start.
A word’s true power is held in its meaning;
Though knowing the meaning doesn’t make you smart.
Without meaning, love and hate are the same burning feeling.
A Unique Power
Words hurt, words heal. If you say them often enough they become real. Words can light the way or leave it darker than before. Words can heal the sick, or sicken the healthy.
"You're ugly" "you're fat" "where's mikey?" "Who's that?"
He's dead with a gun to his head his drunken voice slurrs "this is the power of words," Words hurt, words heal. If you say them often enough they become real.
Words can build us up, or words can tear us down. Start a fire in our hearts or put it out. Speak life. Speak life to the deadest darkest night. Speak life when there’s no sunshine and you don’t know why. Sticks and stones can break your bones but words can wound your soul. Do you have the ability to be kind? Everyone does. Our tongues are the greatest weapon and they can be used for damaging purposes. But, I have found that with Christ in my life, words can be used to encourage. The world is broken and so many are craving real love and acceptance. Jesus offers that. His love is sacrificial, because He went to the cross so we could be saved. His words are all full of truth and life- let your words also be the same. I promise your life will never be the same again, and that’s a good thing.
The word yes can save a life
The word no can end one.
A simple letter to a lover can fill their life with glee
A few evil words on the internet can wreck a person.
A simple hello can brighten the day
An single evil word can destroy a person's mood.
We must all remember that we are all human.
We all in some small way want to be approved of.
Beware the negative words you weave into the word.
For they can cause so much damage that you will never be able to undo.
A kind word is like a thread, easy to break,
but a mean one is like a titanium rod, almost impossible to destroy.