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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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Brett Palmero Aug 2016
Speak my mind like I'm preaching
People listen because they can follow
I speak loud and true as if teaching
Their faults and insecurities need to go
My voice revealing a new path to travel
They realize they're not alone in the fight
Hearts beating, life's woes to unravel
Taking surer steps as if given new sight
Unknown to them I keep my struggle
Deaf to my own life changing advice
All my problems and pain, I juggle
Preach without practice, stuck in a vice
I wish I could make my own choice
To wake up and listen to my voice
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.
Forrest Treelore Jul 2016
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.
JR Falk May 2016
so they say
"actions speak louder
than words"
i've been watching your lips move
for some time now,
yet I've been here in silence so long,
I'm beginning to fear I've gone
deaf
12:20am
5.18.16
sick of hearing people tell me one thing but showing me something completely different
it's exhausting, trying to decide which to believe
spysgrandson May 2016
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
Ellie Sora Apr 2016
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.
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