Do you ever just sit back
and get lost in your thoughts-
Defend by the silence,
Deserted In the sound of your own voice

Lost in ur feelings
With no solution,
And no way out.

The screams get louder.
The bombs exploding.
A war commencing…
but no one hears it.

every breath echoing.
Times passing by.
But you’re frozen.

You can hear the laughter
of the people around you,
in front of you-
But it sounds like they’re 50 feet away.

They voices,
turned to white noise.

Nodding your head in conversation,
only “yes” and “no” for answers,
With a smile and a snicker…
But you’re not really in it.

Felling alienated.
Disconnected.
With no explanation.

You say your just tired,
But your emotionally exhausted.

Your just the quiet girl-
Well, that’s what they say.

Overwhelmed by guilt,
With no understanding of why.

Its silence, not peace
It Just listens like
you want to be heard.

Do you ever sit back
And wonder if anyone experiences
What you do?
Or if anyone…
notices?

I hear you.
I see you.
Not the “yes” and “no”
you answer me with,
or the nod you give me—
but the way your eyes wander around,
along the ground.

How you’re crowded in yourself.
Your screams are loud—
I hear them too.

You don’t need to speak loud
for me to hear you.

Dolphins the dogs of the ocean
So free and so full of life
So happy
and so energetic
What a life to live

How will I wake up tomorrow
Will I be like a dolphin

No because that’s when reality hits
We all wake up
and have to face the same old things
we do work study work

Like a non stop cycle like we’re
the cast of Groundhog Day

Will I ever be motivated to get up and do the things I want to do
Will I ever have my dream job
My dream car
My dream house

Will I ever be motivated to get up
Will I ever push for that

No Because I’m stuck in this vicious cycle

The question is always how
How do I get all I dream to have
It’s never I am going to have that car
I am going to study to get that job
I am going to afford to get that house

but I can’t
I can’t  do that
I can’t get rich
I can’t afford that house by the ocean where the dolphins live

It’s always
I can’t
I can’t  
I can’t

But why let that sink in
Why can’t you
why can’t i  
why can’t we

What makes us different
why do they have the house I dream of how are they
motivated to get up in the morning
What makes them different

They are the dolphins
They are free and full of life
They are out of the cycle we feel stuck in

If they can why
can’t we
why can’t you
why can’t I

They say it is never to late to do the things you want to do So
why don’t you
why don’t I
Why don’t we

Wake up tomorrow and get out this cycle that we feel stuck in
And get the house by the ocean where the dolphins live

Dolphins the dogs of the ocean
So free So full of life
So happy so energetic

She lit up her ***,
Flicked off the ash,
And picked up her glass

The day started
Cloudy,
Raindrops like
Bullets shattered
against the window.

Just a woman in her room,
Bracing for the day ahead-
With plans she didn’t want to attend.

The kettle screaming
For her to get up.

She slipped on her slippers,
Wrapped in her dressing gown,
Shielded against the cold
Gripped the Handle,
Still warm from the past,
And headed downstairs-

Panicked
When the toaster jumped.

The morning ended,
The afternoon wisped away.

Her friends expecting her
For their weekly catch-up.

She chucked on her jeans-
The ones she always wore,
Ripped on the knee,
And a sparkly top
That Shone
brighter than her.

The pub loud-
Louder than usual.
Her friends
laughing,
Joking-
But she’s not interested.

Feeling alone
Ever Since
the past left.

A man.
Tall.
Handsome.
But cruel .

constantly  told
She needed someone new
By the people
she sat next to
Every week

She rose from her seat
headed outside
forgot her lighter-
As she always did.

Her friends didn’t  smoke.
With no one to ask,

A man,
Who Looked
like a dream,
Stepped out the door-
something
Like
a movie scene.

As he pulled out his ***,
She almost compelled,
marched over
To ask for a light.

She lit up her ***,
Flicked of the ash,
Picked up her glass.

Conversations started
Numbers shared
Sparks began