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my mouth is a box in the attic hidden away it is the box in the attic with the fragile symbol on it a warning that it should be handled with care my mouth came with a filter it filtrate the words that I wanted to say the most but there are days when the filter seems to have a glitch allowing my thoughts to leave my mouth with full conviction my mouth was programmed to have respect encoded on my tongue are two powerful words two words that I often use with strangers but I think my tongue was burned by too much coffee because every time I needed to use those two words I always end up two words short my mouth skipped its classes or maybe it didn’t learn anything especially with the major subjects like How-To-Have-A-Normal-Conversation or What-Is-The-Right-Thing-To-Say or Small-Talk-101 because I always end up with awkward silences and a tongue-tied mouth my mouth is a home to a set of perfectly aligned teeth but maybe my parents shouldn’t have invested their money on my teeth instead they should have asked the doctor to fix my tongue so that it would construct the right words they want to hear at the right time a perfectly fixed tongue that would not answer them back with a mouthful of teen angst my mouth is not a home to a powerful voice it is not soothing or moving it is a home of mispronounced words from a lost voice a voice with not enough strength my mouth is a place that is not yet explored an uncharted territory with a do not enter sign on its chapped lips my mouth is unfamiliar with smiles its corners pulled down by gravity it does not trust happy it is home to sighs and strangled cries my mouth is the box in the attic filled with hope and a promise a promise to the body it resides to that someday its voice will no longer be lost that someday it will be a mouth that is a home to a smile the day will come that I would still stumble with my words but it will carry the message that I want someday but today my mouth still needs to fix its stutter it is a mouth full of words not said it is still hidden in the attic and is better left sealed and shut
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
my mouth
my mouth is a box in the attic hidden away it is the box in the attic with the fragile symbol on it a warning that it should be handled with care my mouth came with a filter it filtrate the words that I wanted to say the most but there are days when the filter seems to have a glitch allowing my thoughts to leave my mouth with full conviction my mouth was programmed to have respect encoded on my tongue are two powerful words two words that I often use with strangers but I think my tongue was burned by too much coffee because every time I needed to use those two words I always end up two words short my mouth skipped its classes or maybe it didn’t learn anything especially with the major subjects like How-To-Have-A-Normal-Conversation or What-Is-The-Right-Thing-To-Say or Small-Talk-101 because I always end up with awkward silences and a tongue-tied mouth my mouth is a home to a set of perfectly aligned teeth but maybe my parents shouldn’t have invested their money on my teeth instead they should have asked the doctor to fix my tongue so that it would construct the right words they want to hear at the right time a perfectly fixed tongue that would not answer them back with a mouthful of teen angst my mouth is not a home to a powerful voice it is not soothing or moving it is a home of mispronounced words from a lost voice a voice with not enough strength my mouth is a place that is not yet explored an uncharted territory with a do not enter sign on its chapped lips my mouth is unfamiliar with smiles its corners pulled down by gravity it does not trust happy it is home to sighs and strangled cries my mouth is the box in the attic filled with hope and a promise a promise to the body it resides to that someday its voice will no longer be lost that someday it will be a mouth that is a home to a smile the day will come that I would still stumble with my words but it will carry the message that I want someday but today my mouth still needs to fix its stutter it is a mouth full of words not said it is still hidden in the attic and is better left sealed and shut
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Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
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