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lex Oct 2017
eyelashes damp,
i listen to the music
and my thoughts
and the wonderful words you've sent
to me
to try and calm me
but all of it is so overwhelming
and tears rush down
there are sometimes too many sounds going around
Vale Luna Oct 2017
Listen.
        Hear the dissonance between my words
        And question if I meant to pause
        Or if it was just the natural fluctuation of my voice
-
        I’m screaming for attention when I don’t speak
        In the way my eyes widen
        And my head lowers

Inhale.
        Slowly now
        So that the air moving through your lungs
        Isn’t so much as a whisper

Quiet.
        It’s the pauses we take when we talk on the phone
        No voices exchanged
        But the smiles are content
        Resting on the absence of noise between us

Learn.
        I’m deaf to the world
        And you’re the only one I seem to be able to hear
        Despite the void of sound
-
        God, you sound beautiful
        My ear drums don’t vibrate
        But my heart does
        So I understand everything you’re saying before your mouth moves

Exhale.
        Watch the way my chest falls
        Tell me with you hands if I’m not letting go slow enough

Realize.
        They say a picture’s worth a thousand words
        But the vacancy of audio is worth your attention

Silence.
        It’s golden
        Even when we erase it with straining vocal cords
        Understand that speech is a waste of oxygen
        Every moment we spend speaking
        Is a moment closer to our last breath

Listen.
        Hear the world on mute
        Hear the dissonance in the emptiness
        Hear what I have to say
        When my lips don’t open.
RL Glassman Sep 2017
Winged birds swoop from the sky
At the edges of light, tame and wild
Cecilia watched, I don't know why
But she stood...and she smiled

The sky was maybe a lilac blue
Like the water of a sea
A colour remembered fondly, you
Stood and watched with me

With your friends and with your flowers
Falling asleep in meditations
Beneath the arriving of showers
You held young orchids and carnations

Soon I beg for our departure, I cry
"Let us leave," I say to you
But I know my words do not fly
Nor are they a lilac blue

And so, I stand beside you, still
Underneath a sky, I admit is like no other
One day we'll leave, you say we will
But for now I sit at the feet of my mother

~.~

The music then plays softly, sweet
The notes you say you love
Looking up from my grassy seat
I listen to the stars above,

They're Dancing to a nightly tune
Above and behind your shoulder
Along with the changing moon
Our stay turns one year older

With the music and with the night
You teach patience to your child
None is wrong and all is right
When Cecil watched and smiled

With the music that's tossed and turned
You teach calmness to your daughter
All is taught but none is learned
With the Washing of waves in water

~.~

All at once the showers arrive
But your daydream has not slept
The lessons taught are kept alive
I promise -
In my ***** hands they are kept

Where we go and where we went
And the time we spend there
Now just sit, be content
The year will be new and fair
Written May 13th, roughly, for my mother's birthday. A first draft. As I read it back, it almost songs like song lyrics at times...
Mister J Sep 2017
The soft wind breezing
Whispering songs in my ears
Sounds sweet to my heart
FRITZ Aug 2017
a transmitter roughly

                                          feed a rat or pump Mother with a nailgun

               brained easters confetti eyes and shredded vision deserts.

                                                       ­                               frosty spectacular

                          oracular suffocation push & bringing in the changes

                            hyper-faced you got crushed by this crushing rock.

heady aches binding teeth like a calf and its mother frozen in mud....

I have taken your teeth with the seeds of an orange fruit

I am ingesting your breathe like a poisoned candy sweet

I devour your voice into thick and rot

I turn you green and black and blue

you can no longer be the only you.
Penelope Winter Jun 2017
thump
thump
the rhythm of your heart
thump
i can feel it even when we're miles apart
rise
rise
the tide inside your chest
fall
as my resting head is lulled by every breath
tick
tick
the hours soaring by
tock
they feel like seconds, tell me, where did all our time fly?
thump
thump
the rhythm of my heart
thump
do you hear it beat for you when we're apart?

- p. winter
ryan Jun 2017
The two of us play the same
note with the sounds of our lives.

Our timbre, however,
makes them unlike:

the wisp of a butterfly;

a supernova.
mjad May 2017
Low
we are running low
on words
on stories to share
on struggles to rant about
and the silence is deafening

we are running low
on each other
on the sound of each other's voices
on the smiles and sights of our joy
and the distance is suffocating

we are running low
on the feeling we get when we see each other
on the butterflies in our stomachs
on the goosebumps up our arms
and the emptiness is shattering

I am running low on you
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