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Erenn Sep 2014
It’s not easy when I was five
It’s not easy to grasp everything
Learning these new ‘signs’
So others would empathize
Demoralized only to be scrutinized
Wondering why they always laughed
I never knew how it sounds like
But it hurts me deep inside

It’s not easy when I was ten
They wrote on the board
How I always pretend
I keep smiling despite everything
I did pretend
Pretending tomorrow
Everything will end

It’s not easy when I was fifteen
Almost everyone doesn't comprehend
These hands I use to eat & speak
I can read their lips saying,
"FREAK, FREAK, FREAK!!!"
But this time I didn't pretend
Mama always told me before she left
"Your voice is louder than the rest!"

It’s easier now that I’m twenty
It actually gets better if I believe
I found true friends along the way
They get furious if I get played
Diminishing negative thoughts to dust
I know now life has its eminence
There are more others like me

What my mama meant before she left
Help those who are in need
Especially to those who are-
*Special like me.
(I didnt expect it to get featured as the daily poem! I'm so happy I get to share this message with everyone. A better understanding to these gifted individuals:) And if u have a friend who's deaf or learning ASL. Let them read this:)
And once again. Thank you so much To everyone who liked and comment!)
Give your love.
Even if you're the one being received.
I just had to write about this.
And i don't see it as a disability,
I see it as a gift.
(Dedicated to this young girl i saw in the train helping a guy in a wheelchair. She was showing directions! I stood there appalled in awe)
P.S: I need a suggestion whether to name this title 'Gift' or 'Hand Signs'??
I think both stood out.
Comment below.
And I also would like you guys to check out this website.
If you buy their headphones you would be giving hearing aids for the   less fortunate.
http://www.lstnheadphones.com/pages/givingbackamplified
And I'm not sponsored to do this. I just want to make a change and help to raise awareness:)
If you can help them, please do.:)
  Sep 2014 Erenn
Frustrated Poet
I'm sorry
I don't know if its for me
but i fell for it,
your love trap captured me.

Or is it that
I wanted to fall?
for you to catch,
don't leave me to crawl.

I'm sorry
I see you in everything
the sky that cries,
the sun that bids me for the night

I'm sorry
but baby I want to
bombard you with my love
to hold your hand
to kiss you goodnight.

I'm sorry
I can't keep this anymore
You're my comfort, my escape.
My curse, my endeavor

Its a different kind of love
but I still do,
baby, I don't want you;
I need you.


These words I cannot carry
baby, listen to me.
I just want to tell you I'm sorry
*but I'm not sorry.
undefined feelings...
Erenn Sep 2014
Face the
truth
Before it's too
late
Face your
fears
Only you can
****** it.
Face it,
Don't ever run.
It will keep chasing you forever
Unless you **** it.
(I reposted this cause i think it deserves the recognition and message that i want to bring out)
So do repost or like if you have the time, or you find this relevant:)
Erenn Sep 2014
Despite its wonders enclosed by fatuous walls
'Boxes' are the entities of our translucent merriment
Creating that canopy out of our prodigious stronghold
We feel unscathed by the demon’s vice
We’re just the same
*As we are  inside
This is from one of my works, 'Mavericks'.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/792751/mavericks/
Remember when you're a kid. Your dad bought a refrigerator or a washing machine. You don't care about those. You just wanna play with those big boxes. Begging your parents not to throw them away. And you make this fort that can protect you from anything, But then you grew up.
After all the pain you 'survived',
you realized you're the BOX.
And you realized that you're the demon too.
Because the truth kills you. And you had enough.
So you can choose to **** the demon or
let it reside in you.
Erenn Sep 2014
Your
freckles      are
like the
stars
to my
night       sky.
This is a sequel to my post 'Freckles'.
And this line I heard is from a stranger telling his gf how her freckles make him love her more. God bless them:)
Erenn Sep 2014
Those dots
Aligning to constellations
Perfecting that presence
Beauty in its eminence
I swear i could count every single dot
Even the ones barely visible

Radiant in its aura
Burning every enmity
Scars of contempt depleted
No longer existed in you
Your face mimics the night sky
Those freckles glinting like stars
That smile akin to crescent
Ever so elegant like the full moon

So don't cover it up my dear
That's what i love most about you

The freckles on your face
*Is what makes you beautiful
I don't understand how some individuals with freckles are insecure with themselves.
I wanna have freckles badly!
Anyways, I got inspired by a couple i was sitting next to.
Her BF said this to her,
**"Your freckles are the stars to my night sky."**
And **** I got inspired!
God bless them strangers:)
Erenn Sep 2014
Taking a walk at 2am
As weird as it sounds
It's the silence that draws him
Breaths of the night calms him down
The winds howling raucously
The moon gleamed as if she knows him

The stars glinting decoding a message
To know if he'd live to the fullest
To know if he decided to perish

The trees converse in notions of credence
Reliance in silence to rectify the human's crevice
They knew he's here to emit enmity
Canopies are nowhere in sight
Shadows rested with darkness aligned
He knew it was mundane to believe it could happen
That something might just happen if he believed
But nothing happened

He yelled at the moon
How foolish she was to only shine at night
Only to gleam at him
As darkness laughed as it dictates the night
He hated the darkness
He overcame his fear to be out at this hour
Running until his breath runs out
But he finally walked instead

His senses staggered suddenly
His mind playing tricks
How could this be
He heard voices screaming
How could there be anyone at this hour?

He's floating now
His body glowing blue
He felt this before...


He finally woke up
His family crying with glee
**"YOU FINALLY WOKE UP FROM YOUR COMA!!"
I got inspired.
I always wondered where do they go when they're in a coma.
Are they dreaming?
Are they just beside themselves?
But I do know one thing..
We, the ones who are awake.
We must keep talking to them. Until they're awake.
I know if it's meant to be they will die.
But remember this,
You must never lose hope.
Because they can hear you even when they're asleep:)
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