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Cat Fiske May 2015
write about Silence,
and the things people don't ever say,
Silence
Eris Apr 2015
Are you blind?
Can you not see?
That I am being hurt by thee

Are you deaf?
Can you not hear?
The screams that yell "my dear"

Are you mute?
Can you not speak?
Because all I see are walls of brick

Are you numb?
Can you not feel?                          
My love for you is real*

                                                          ­                              To you I long to show
                                                            ­         Your words that bleed and blow
                                                            ­                   I long to make you listen    
                                                      ­          To keep me in your arms of heaven
                                                          ­                             To you I wish to speak
                                                           ­         Of words of mine, not to be bleak
                                                           ­                           I long to make you feel
                                                            ­                            Love with all its thrill
                                                          ­                         Maybe then we'd be free
                                                            ­                   From our hearts' animosity
NitaAnn Mar 2015
I look around me
Everybody seems so comfortable
They know how to interact
They can talk easily with each other
They know how to treat each other.

Me, I stand here...stupid
Mute, afraid to speak
Everytime I think I have it figured out
I stumble and fail.

When did I miss the lesson on functioning in life?
Why is so hard for me to talk, interact?

Tired of failing
I am just gonna stand here
In the corner, mute
Don't mind me.
Noandy Feb 2015
Through sleepless night my demon plays
A discreet prelude soundless and damp
Only to show the song it never able to sing
For its voice was tombstone as heavy as life

They said, find a demon who walks with yours
And since we can neither walk nor sing a song
We shall exchange letters in various forms
I will write my blood into words and yours into notes

And in the letters you sent to me at night
Are countable melodies that turn into bats
Which morph my nocturnal agony into dreamless ballad
With uncertainty of a sincerity I can never pay back

We are in different worlds but our demons are in the same
It was your countless letters of wordless phrases
Which keep us sane in a dying perfumed universe
Of self-abhorrence and longing never attained

And in my contemplation towards my ancient lover still
I came to reek that immortality and eternity
Are just unrequited sorrow for stories and blatant history
Of unfathomed longing never has been fulfilled

In a sorority painted by degraded hopes
Nothing mattered anymore as long as we walk
Upon the different dreams and on the same pavements
Caged by cracking skin and melted bones

And when we meet again in the letters
Or in outnumbered dreams
I hope it would be a blessed hell
Instead of broken old tales
JLB Feb 2015
Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy.
Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy.
Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy.
Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy.
Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly.
Rambling rambling
trying to
say….
…what.
What is…what is…this world…but a tiny little thing.
A speechless infant. A cowslip in spring.
A girl.  Who I am…? A…


Thing. A thing. Imagine! If I can…
When everything is vast. No words, no way.
No truth, no words. No way.
No truth, no words. No way.
No truth, no words. No way.
To say…

I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I am a girl wandering in April.
I’m a woman wandering in April. I’m a woman wandering in April.
I’m 70 and I’m wandering in April. I’m 70.
Who…a cowslip
An IV drip.
Me, wandering with no words.

Then, brain
working down
the whole machine
no, just the mouth
to verbalize and verify
and analyze and clarify
and organize and ratify
and formalize and justify

the vacancy
of vibrations
in my vox box.
complacency
of situations
until one talks.
Based on Samuel Beckett's "Not I"
Dawn of Lighten Jan 2015
Finger tips gained much weight,
As it slumbers in stagnant pulse.

Eyes no longer can blink to close the sorrow of empty solace,
While caretakers play the same video for the last decade of existences.

Like an empty glass of wine,
Does he reflect nothing to anyone.

Just a lifeless shell,
They do not see him!

A void without a soul,
and living without a life.

Don't give up on him,
He is aware of people's view of the vegetation.

Consciousness still lurk around the body,
He is not a vegetable!
A remarkable story about a boy who was diagnosed by Doctors as a Cryptococci Meningitis, but little did anyone know he heard everyone during his "vegetable state!"

This story must be reached, and encourage people not to give up on life, so they may come back to our world anew!

http://www.youngcons.com/man-awakens-12-years-vegetative-state-says-will-blow-mind/
ecruz Jan 2015
[Rain]
that falls motionless in waking dawn.
muffles the sadness within our souls.
mutes the voices within our heads.
holds us close when we're all alone.
that saves my drowning soul.
will help me grow...
Rainislife
Kennedy Taylor Dec 2014
My heart still hurts,
My chest’s still in pain,
I still can't make sense
Of what's inside my brain.

I wish there was a way
To mute my mind,
To exist in a moment,
At some point in time.

No thoughts, no doubts,
No attempting to rhyme.
Just an at rest state,
Some peace in my life.

That's all I want right now
Is just some rest,
To ease the pain
Built up in my chest.

To take away
The thoughts and doubts.
To put me at rest,
Inside and out.
What will be,
Mustn't change.
What we'll see,
Mustn't blind.
What we'll say,
Mustn't mute.
What will fly,
Mustn't fall.
What will dance,
Mustn't trip.
What we'll dream,
Mustn't fade.

-Kathia Mariana Landeros
Alyssa Tara Nov 2014
If I was mute,
     as my voice slips from under me,
     would you take time and effort
     to listen to words I couldn't utter?

If I had blindness,
     as I crawl and
     rummage through darkness,
     would you guide me away from my thoughts?

If I was deaf,
     your voice blind to me,
     would you sing endlessly,
     until your emotions seep into my ears?
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