A withered old sage had once retold,
How humans used ears and eyes,
Deranged and foolish everyone calls him,
Believe not the fabricated myths and lies.

Radiant was his face when he described thrill and yearning,
The word love made him look enchanted and serene,
As he wistfully told of things foreign and unknown,
To deaf ears and dull eyes turned to screens.

frogs "croaking"
in front of me, in the reeds
crickets "chirping"
behind me, in the brush
countless coyotes "yelping"
from across the lake
bass, carp surfacing
under a yellow moon
unaware its shimmering shaft’s
a magnet to my eye  
and more lullaby to me,
who can yet see spectral waves
but lost cherished vibrations--like birdsong,
winsome whispers--eons ago

That heart that she once craved for
And that boy that made her want more
(More than ever before)
That same soul that completelly made her lose it all
Believe me, she never thought that she could face such fall
And the facts are all in there
And they are more than she can bare

Make it simple for her, make it clear
This girl doesn’t need more fear
She’s not a toy, she’s not a shell
Don’t make her go through Hell

She was careless to believe that soul
She was stupid to be thinking that this boy would make her whole

Who knows if her memories will ever be erased
‘cause she doesn’t want to remember all that time that she had waste
Maybe she never will forget
Maybe it was fate, that they had met

But all for best... she wants to die because it makes her hurt
Because no matter how many times she said “I love you”, she was never heard

My luck is basically telling a deaf person to speak for themselves and not know it.

I hear a melody in my head,
A song, and poem with an end.
The end is near as I command.
Left to be read by the living soon to be undead.
My poem,
Oh my song leads only to rotting flesh.
As my word are venom to your bread.
There no meaning just the ramblings of a mad person.
I am so mad, so tired, I sometimes seek death.
My heart shows no ache to the blind,
My voice shows no fear to the deaf,
My trust shows none to the shallow.
For my words are not a peace offering.
No, just the shovel.

The shovel for your grave.
Though I won’t dig,
But you will.
I did not undue you, but I began your undoing.

sometimes i wish i was deaf. then i wouldn't be able to hear your heart wrenching criticisms. sometimes i wish i was deaf. then i wouldn't be able to hear the failure seeping from my throat. sometimes i wish i was deaf. then i wouldn't be able to hear the harsh taunts of silence screeching in my ears. sometimes i wish i was deaf

Hear my simple words
Hear my loving kindness
All starting to fade from my mind
As it easily started to slip from my hands

Do you love me?
Will you assure me this much?
Because I do love you.
It is you

You.
You that I wish that hate but never could
Oh my love,
Your hate it kills me