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  Sep 2014 Erenn
louis rams
She was born in a sightless world, never knowing
The beauties all around, but enjoyed and knowing every sound.
Her hearing had become so defined, she could tell
The dropping of a dime.
The sounds of a car, truck, or motorbike
No two sounds were ever alike.
She knew the sound of each bird high up in the trees
And the sound of a cricket in the summer breeze.
Being sightless did not mean that she could not see
Her hands took away the mysteries.
With just touching a picture would form in her mind
To be seen as clear as day, and wipe all her doubts away.
She would run her fingers around your face
Feeling every line and every space.
She had all the gifts that GOD had given
And making life truly worth living.
With her keen hearing she could tell what was in your heart
And if you was in love – or your heart being torn apart.
Her life was about as normal as can be, but she had her
Human desires and needed a love to put out the fire.
Then her dream finally came true, when a friend told her
ā€œI’m in love with youā€!
Her parents told her – ā€œlisten to his heart and you will see
If this love is meant to beā€!
She listened to his heart like a doctor with a stethoscope
And his heart did beat true – that this man’s in love with you.
Her sightless world is now complete as her heart skips a beat
Erenn Sep 2014
It's hard to
forget
and let go,
I know.
But when you do
You'll
forget
the things
You're supposed to.


Erennwrites
It's never easy. It might take months or even years for something that's been there like forever. I know how it feels. It tears you up inside You can't breath, you can't sleep.
He/She is all you could think about everyday.
But when you do,
The whole universe will follow your pursuit.
Pursuit to your own happyness.:)
I got inspired again. Dedicated to a friend who's going through a difficult phase in her life.
This is for you.
Erenn Sep 2014
I really wonder everytime
How they feel
When they crush every norm’s entities
Is this part of a ritual you religiously do?
Do you smirk or grin everytime you did?
Do you feel better perceiving lives too see them ache?
You do don’t you?


Why?
Because you've been there
You felt that pain, that agony that preludes
That melancholy past precedes you everytime
"Why always me?"
Why do you end up in bruises and blood-
Dripping from beginning to the end?
End?
No!
There’s no end to this
Unless you make it stop


But why relay the pain on others?
You created that villain in your head
You've become what you hate
Do you like that?
Making others suffer for what ā€˜they' did

You were once good
You still are
Well your pretense won an Oscar for the 'Ignorant'(s)
They know what you did
You broke their wings and the mettle they believed in
They don’t want to lose a 'Friend' like you
Their courage demised never to prevail again
You became this (****)tator
Which everyone obliged cowardly

But be reminded
Like every TV Show
The Hero always wins
Karma will be chasing you
Waiting for the right moment to expose you
You will get the retribution you deserved

You will cry
Remorse will elevate in your senses
And Every Name, Every Face, Every Sound
*Will be remembered to those you maimed.
Which is worse?
Getting bullied or being the bully?
Always remember we're all humans.
Bullying will never stop if we don't voice out or put in effort to.
This is for the voices that were never heard and their voices gone forever.
This is for the ones who are willing to help knowing how it feels.
This is for our children who would eventually become one in the future.
This is for the ones fighting till this very day.
This is for 'you'.
Erenn Sep 2014
It’s not easy when I was five
It’s not easy to grasp everything
Learning these new ā€˜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.


Erennwrites
(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 theĀ Ā  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 areĀ Ā 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.
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