They always say ‘love is blind.’ But who decided that in the first place. Why isn’t love mute or schizophrenic Or autistic or paralyzed or even…. Deaf?
I like that one.
Let actions speak louder than words Let scarred and calloused hands Run over crooked curves and scars Let soft and tiny hands Run over tattoos and previously broken bones
Let ears transcribe sounds into Beautiful poems and melodies Constructed by hands and emotions That only select few understand
Let us not dance to music But to the beat of our hearts in our Living room on an early morning Sun just peeking through the curtains Or in the dead of night when the Emptiness is a symphony of sounds Only the performers can hear
Love had never been so quiet
Then again who said it had to be loud
I became hard of hearing and so I took a new spin on the phrase.
on gunmetal my heart beats, the smoke is winter, waves rippling across my cold body. they've kept the coffin alone, parched on a wooden block. ropes tie down my ribcage, my eyes are shredded in holocaust. all i can do is move my lips, to raise the coffin, to end the numb, and numb the ending. my companion is nearby, we collide on empty streets. where fainter clouds whisper to our souls. do not hold back, because i won't.
Listen like you're deaf Like your very breath is dependent on turning up every sense to the maximum become one with each and every sign this aint a talkie so align your whole self to complete concentration embody the revelation until you're full in the face of emotion.
Listen like you're deaf and then you'll hear the whole person.
Speak like you're deaf Like your very breath is dependent on turning up every sense to the maximum become one with each and every sign this aint a talkie so align your whole self to complete concentration embody self revelation until you've released full emotion.
Speak like you're deaf and then you'll show the whole person.