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Izzy 4d
Sentences started but never finished
Words thought but never spoken
I try to talk to you and it’s never heard
Unless something so absurd is spoken and maybe your laughter follows but only if you’ve chosen to listened.
See, I used to feel heard and seen
Somehow I’ve fallen between, the cracks in our foundation
I hold on to what we did have before everything we have now
Without everything we have now we’d be nothing
A child who’s so fixated on his toys, do you see me? We’ve fallen into a void and it’s hard to escape this feeling..

I used to feel seen and loved sometimes smothered. Now it’s cold and untouched like we peaked then dipped to nothing
I want to love you but something won’t let me, I want to immerse myself in you but I don’t want to. You don’t match me, you don’t see me. You don’t listen.

I could tell you every slight detail in who you are, where you’ve been and how you got there
But when I look at you I feel the coldest stare, like you used to love me but now it’s not there. Fair? Unfair? Rare.
It’s rare that you listen, it’s rare that two people could fall hopelessly in love and fall out of it just as quickly.
But now we’re stuck. Bound together, till death do us part, without the vows the gown and the second name. Bound by her and all that she is.
We wouldn’t change our course but would we really choose us given the choice?

I’ll keep trying, when inside my mind is dying, no challenging conversations or thought provoking statements.. just your stories on repeat like a broken record, my heart listening to every sound and slowly shutting down. Like I’ve run out of love for you and everything that makes you, you. Because it’s all about you.

Does my intelligence intimidate you, are my memories of no interest? Do I bore you? Nights I’ve spent with others, talking the hind legs off a donkey, laughing turning to tears, discussing hopes, dreams and fears. Talking, learning, sharing but you’re just done caring.

Because when I talk, you don’t listen.
First time writing
Elina T Rose Nov 13
I've been feeling like an upbeat sad song
people are caught up on my tempo, dancing to the rhythm
only noticing the beats, not hearing the lyrics
maybe it's my fault
hiding my pain behind the beats
as I know, people only notice the surface
they could dive deep down the sea if only they only listened
the lyrics expose everything
the darkness to the lighter side of my song
though darkness frightens, it's not always frightening
people are the most vulnerable at night when they're all alone
shedding down the layers of skin, exposed like a pregnable snake in the wild
staring back at the estranged reflection of their true self in the mirror, unrecognizable
I love that version of them, uncovered, without all the lies and pretending, untouched
the version they think of as "unlovable"
crying themselves to sleep just to wake up and make up their faces once more
putting up that well-layered mask, their walls, and defenses
acting like Oscar-winning actors, putting that upbeat sad song on again
repeating the cycle until one day it's too late, and the mask is just their skin.
Atlas Moth Nov 8
I am no poet
For I don't understand
the way people format
or the way people write

I am no poet
For I can't ever find the correct
phrases and words or
why I have to sound
d e e p and meaningful

For I am no poet.
But I do like to put my thoughts down,
no matter how weird or unimportant
Always want to be heard but sometimes
I'm too quiet, can't be heard or I say something, some word wrong

I am no poet
I hate rhythm and rhymes
I just want someone to
l i s t e n
I write terrible poetry but I like the idea of sparking something
showyoulove Nov 1
Can you feel him passing by?
Can you feel his presence near?
Can you hear the rustle of his garments
As the quiet wind is stirred?

It is Jesus just as he is passing by

Does the world watch in silent wonder
As the mountains quake with thunder?
The storms and waters bellow and roar
Upon the old familiar Galilee's shore

Hush now for Jesus is passing by

Little ones laugh for sheer delight
And dance upon little feet so light
Come and listen; now gather round
There is room for all the lost and found

Listen to Jesus as He is passing by

As we seek Him and as we long
In our great weakness, He is strong
He finds us where we are
And calls us deeper far
Than we have ever been before
It only takes one open door

Invite Him in as Jesus is passing by

Just to see Jesus just as He is passing by
Lives are changed and grown men cry
All the Saints in Heaven with one voice
Say "Jesus is passing by! Rejoice!"

So let us too, in our daily living,
Love more perfectly, be more forgiving
Could the light of Jesus shine in me
So others might say what they see:

"Is that Jesus just as He is passing by?"
showyoulove Oct 25
Listen to the world around you
Take in all that it has to offer
Tune out the distractions of life
Tune in to the love of God in creation
Listen to the song of life and love
Feel the Spirit move in the air
And for a moment just be present, aware
There is more to this life we are living
We can be giving, we can be forgiving
We can find peace and joy when we stop
Or even if we just start to slow down
We are chasing after shadows
Insubstantial projections of what is really real
If you're not careful, your soul they will steal
So listen and let the Spirit surround you
So listen and let the love of God enfold you
So listen and let peace pervade you
So Listen
Kai Oct 22
I speak
Within a squeak
With others around me
So they can hear me
But they do not
Like, they forgot
That I existed
Like, I never coexisted
With them
Like, I'm speaking to a wall
If you're tired of me
Then just say that to me
I'll manage to change myself
Just so I can feel good about myself
Just for you,
Anything for you.
I'm so tired of being ignored and just listening to others. It's so tiring. I just want to isolate myself and take a break from everything. It makes me want to take a break from life forever.
Bekah Halle Sep 20
When one quietens, life speaks.
In silence, the volume turns up on that which we are too busy to hear: birds bleeping, frogs frothing, lambs leaping and the wind whispering in our ears; the
Soul booms: remember me, I'm all you truly have
Listen.
Jeremy Betts Jun 9
Watch
Just watch
Patiently
You'll see
If you pay attention
Just listen
Listen closely
Don't just listen with your ears
That will only drum up fears
Something they conveniently forget to mention
Hoping no one learns their lesson
Raise your hand with an open
Minds eye when you ask your question
What you do
With the answer given
Is up to you
But there's no knowledge that should ever be forbidden

©2024
SANA May 8
why do u always look up when u are sad ?
at least the starts will look at the tears
that people failed to see
ZACK GRAM Apr 5
Im gonna call the cops on google ad murders from hearing my voice from my tech stuff an incite a code 4 on add killers plotting on our voices
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