Words are Relative

Words–
What’s up with those things, man?
You’re stumbling, fumbling
But the walls just keep crumbling
The audience is rumbling
But you just keep mumbling
then, those words, they come tumbling out of your mouth
you can’t stop them
rapid speaking
just keep from freaking...out
the words turn into thoughts
that melt into actions
and everywhere you look
you see them teeming
they say, “Actions speak louder than words,”
but what if you’re screaming?
i know you hear me
but are you listening
to the words?
because words are never just words
these letters mashed together
making syllables and rhymes
strung together in a line
“let’s call it a sentence,”
someone, somewhere, said.
How do you make it a message?
put a low next to a vuh
and, somehow, you get love
but love isn’t love
it’s a word
and we shove
it down your throat
telling you that god above
is watching you
is god just a word?
a something we’ve all heard
but it doesn’t serve
any purpose.
does it?
but love is a feeling.
it’s a freeing from your head
it’s a being
be love. give love. see love. live, laugh, breathe love.
and, honey, i love you.
does it mean the same thing
if you keep repeating
it to everyone you’re meeting
and never really believing,
it’s just easier than being
the man in the mirror you’re seeing



(I know the grammar is bad, but when I wrote this I was using lazy-high-school-student grammar, not conventional grammar because I was originally just going to read this outloud. I was debating whether or not I would put this poem on here, but I decided to because every time I read this in my head I say it exactly how I performed it at the poetry slam, and I wanted to know what it would be like to someone who had never heard it before. P.S. this wouldn't fit in my description, so I put it here.)