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Apollo Hayden Feb 2017
She always had dilated pupils but never did drugs like that.
Only now I realize that her body's been trying to get its soul back.
She's got a calcified third eye with a drawn on one on her forehead for
the fools who don't think deep enough to know she isn't spiritual, because her soul has left her body a long long time ago.
Eventually truth comes to light, and truth is she had no eyes to see that we are so much more than body and bones, and the blood that we bleed.
She fools you with the things she eats, even the sound of her voice can be so sweet, but nothing could be further from the truth;
her eyes always proved that she's hollow through and through.
She still wins though, because only I know, only I felt, only I could see the truth of the real person who lied deep underneath the skin.
She's hollow through and through, having no soul within.
I sit alone in the cold feeling the ice hit my skin making little red marks appear on my arm.
No one listens to the cries of someone who's mind is too dark for their safety.
No one lends a hand to help the ones that have fallen down from the weight of the world.
Listen to the words of the voiceless and hear the words of the deaf.
Anna Starr Jan 2017
I tried to tune the radio
The waves were being erratic
I tried to twist the knobs
But then i was left with static
No hums, no notes
White noise screamed its way
Into the hollow canals of my ear

Oh how i miss the gentle breeze of the piano
The twang of country guitars
Played by those whose voices
Come from the deepest corners of their hearts
I have lost my ability to hear.
Your silence spoke volumes.

I can't hear you anymore.

*Can you hear me?
Meg B Dec 2016
And in letting you go,
I have been struck with perhaps
the greatest melancholy
in that I have started to forget
the sound of your voice
Win Star Dec 2016
And my cries have become more frequent
Louder
And fiercer
But still, no one can hear me
Seer of All Good Oct 2016
it haunts me, hates me
it will never leave or disappear
it will be with me, consume me
it will become me and my very own fear
it will make me cry
and make me want to die
Silence is me
Others hear laughter and song
I hear nothing
and I never will
I will never be able to sing along
I am hear impaired and this is for those who can't hear laughter or songs or the voices of their loved ones. Hang in there I'll be with you.
SøułSurvivør Sep 2016
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counterpoint
cacophony
of
closing
cochlea

sometimes
s­tatic
in
staccato
silence

apathetic
angst
antithesis
of
aural
ar­rangement

egregious
edges
existing
in
ears
entropy
ending

enlig­htenment



SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/17/2016
My father is almost completely deaf. His eyes are beginning to fail him too. He recently made a statement that life wasn't worth living. The irony is that he used to love music. And his greatest joy was to read. He was a chemical engineer. A scientist, and an avid reader.

We want to teach him Braille, but it may be too late even for that.

Slowly, he's losing touch with the outside world. And chances to minister to him spiritually are closing off at a rapid pace. He still holds to the faith of atheism. But ironically enough he is terrified of hell. Some of you may not believe in Christ. But I can tell you he is a real person. Please pray that my father will receive him before he passes on. He will be much happier... he is not happy now. I know what of I speak. He used to go into an empty church and cry out to Jesus. He had a horrible life at home. His mother beat the Bible into him. And then was alternately a raving atheist. She wanted him to be a priest. But he ran away from home before that would happen and turned to atheistic science. But part of him still believes. Please pray.

Thanks!

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LJDC Aug 2016
The night's so quiet.
Why be a deafening silence?
So quiet my head just blew.
I took my pen.
I tore some paper.
Then I was lost.

The night's so quiet.
Guilt rang in my ears,
As my heart beats,
the breeze whispers,
"Why?"

The night's so quiet.
I want to shout.
I am scared.
I am alone.
*I need your noise.
Some nights just makes you write randomly. Or maybe it's just that I'm alone for 3 nights already.
I cannot hear, the past in my rear view mirror;
Nor the wheels rotations,
or motion's sensations;
While under a flower bouquet
182.88cm away from me.
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