Don’t act like these little black letters have no home outside the blank page. Like murder can’t come falling from your mouth. Like lawlessness can’t come ripping through towns like torn flesh from heavy winds. Choose your words as if the next phrase has the potential to destroy. Examine the shape of them as they exit your mouth. Taste the intention one syllable at a time, for corroded speech is too often praised these days and reveals the unpolished stains of the heart. Deception brimming the mind and falling from the mouth. A surge of power tap dancing in the air only to build nothing on the ground. No substance. No foundation. Just emotion all over the place. A melting pot of empty tongues. Be careful what you say least truth reveals the fairy-tale hopscotching around in your mouth. A collection of letters too light to gravity the ground. Too corroded to fly. Dare you pretend the taste of burnt ash that fell from your mouth and consumed a life did not first have a home in the heart. Choose your words but first guard your heart for out of it the mouth speaks. Amazing all this power in the tongue. This tiny member leaving bodies smashed up against the blog; the stench of bereavement emanating from the first sentence of a post. Choose your words as if the next phrase has the potential to destroy. Because it does.
My goodness these are amazing. Keep in, girlfriend!
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Thanks love.
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THIS!!! 😉👍💯💯
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Thank you 🙂
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Love this. Too many people open their mouths and let their belly rumble, (old saying?)
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Lol. I like that. Never heard of it belly rumble ha. Putting that one in my back pocket.
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he he it’s a good one.
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F.a.n.t.a.s.t.i.c. post. 😉
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Thank you.
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Reblogged this on When Angels Fly.
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Thank you for sharing.
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Welcome
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My favorite line: “Dare you pretend the taste of burnt ash that fell from your mouth and consumed a life did not first have a home in the heart”
* My pet peeve – when people say things then don’t take ownership for the gravity of their words.
Your post is amazing!
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Thank you 💕
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Wow, we’ll said. Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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The most beautiful prose poetry about words<3
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Thank you.
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