To be different is to be alone.
We live in the folds of
Closed doors against open windows
We then can hear the treble of
A voice against each other
United in loneliness
Divided in an instant click, a shut off with headphones
But I dont hesitate. I stand
Even sometimes sit up
Think and smile for every word
I start to
Say
Speak
Whispering with a force
Like a needle ***** to the forehead which is the focus on us all
My mind cries then the tears flow
Into the heart
I then help tear down walls
They have built
Against the colors, noise and difference
Of the world. With an effort of words.
I open my eyes
They have left again
Perharps, to be alone is to be different.
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
To be different is to be alone.
We live in the folds of
Closed doors against open windows
We then can hear the treble of
A voice against each other
United in loneliness
Divided in an instant click, a shut off with headphones
But I dont hesitate. I stand
Even sometimes sit up
Think and smile for every word
I start to
Say
Speak
Whispering with a force
Like a needle ***** to the forehead which is the focus on us all
My mind cries then the tears flow
Into the heart
I then help tear down walls
They have built
Against the colors, noise and difference
Of the world. With an effort of words.
I open my eyes
They have left again
Perharps, to be alone is to be different.
"Poetry is a spontaneous overflow of emotions" As said William Wordsworth :D so...thats my reason why I write stuff like this...poems that are tied to emotions...a certain coldness and "feels" haha. From where I am, Good evening :)
