Hear my voice.
It starts from the lungs and propels through my throat
Rattles my trachea and obeys the manipulation of my oral cavity
Next on up through that of another vessel
Incessantly passing through the body
Behind furious fingers articulating words from a soulful dictionary
And out through the
Liberty
Bell.
Listen to my voice.
Its timbre is not that of natural beings, but
the content flows from my brain as a second nature
My instrument is my vessel,
My opportunity to voice that which cant be spoken.
Listen and be heard.
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 5:43 PM UTC
my
*I
Love
You's*
are
hidden
in
my
*Good
Night's.*
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 11:49 AM UTC
Your soft eyes met mine
In a week of weakness
In a month of misery
After a year of yearning
My eyes saw the light of death
I saw the sign
Needless to search far
Walk straight ahead
Eyes fixed
The past is the scar
Irrelevant is where we go
How we dance
Who we are
As long as we're one
And you strum your guitar
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
Is it false hope ?
That you'll come back
That you'll realize and you see that
You were so wrong
And that our friendship
Meant nothing when you ceased it
Cause I can't forget
All that we've been through and
I can't let
Myself see her jump into your arms and kiss you
Is it false hope ?
I won't have to miss you
That you can still be the one that I can come to
Cause all that I know
Is that my heart is a sponge ready to squeeze
And that I should learn not to trust so easily
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC