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Goddess Rue Sep 2019
Weep my tears,
Wash my face,
Pretend,
Don't let them see;

Shut in your feelings,
Don't let it escape your lungs,
Mute your heart,
So they can't hear;

How foolish,
Tormenting myself repeatedly,
Knowing that it's wrong,
To make them believe that I am my disguise.
Azure Aug 2019
How did I become inaudible?

It's really loud in my head.

I want to stop feeling the images.

I want to stop hearing what you said.

I want to stop being a shadow.

I want to wake up from the dead.



How did I become invisible?

Is that why I can't see straight ahead?

How did I become inaudible?

When it's really loud in my head.

but the truth is, I am mute.

Can I be deaf instead?



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Sabila Siddiqui Jul 2019
Shut mouth,
mute voice,
bruised mind,
scarred body,
fearful heart,
invaded privacy,
numb skin,
tear welling eyes
and invalid soul.
This is what you made
me feel by just one touch.
muteD May 2019
Sometimes I wish I would’ve stayed mute.
Which means I wish I didn’t talk
or converse.
I wish words didn’t fall from my lips
like a waterfall of
meaningless nothings.
Falling with swift abandon
and landing recklessly.
I just wish I would’ve stayed mute.
Being mute appears to be made for me.
My first poetry book is coming out next month!!
Pyrrha Apr 2019
I feel mute sometimes
I've gone days, even weeks without saying a word
It never used to bother me
Being left alone to observe others
But I'm tired of living as a spectator
It feels like I was casted as an extra for my own life
I know that it's not right
But what can I do
As I stand alone outside this snow globe world
I wish I could pick up a hammer
Shatter the barrier
But I know I could never do it

I'd feel pity for the broken glass
OpenWorldView Apr 2019
I’m searching
for words.

Words
explaining me.

Me
and those feelings.

Feelings
of love and fear.

Fear
of losing you.

You,
whom I adore.

Adore
with all I have.
Jean Feb 2019
I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I refuse to accept it’s invitation to it’s welcome embrace,
in which I would suffocate.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I will not join in its catastrophic symphony of darkness
no matter how tempting the sound.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
I dare not risk meeting the mute of that gently wrapped bed,
no matter how much I need the sleep.

I will not leave for the song of the silence.
Not if it means leaving you.
Composed 2.20.19
K Balachandran Feb 2019
"What's it all about?"
leaves in the wind wonder aloud;
fall mute, contemplate!
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2019
Life
gets faster everyday;
often not giving us
time to play.
Chaos,
worry,
pain and hurry.
Sadness,
madness,
leads to sleeplessness.
I'm working hard until I drop;
life should have buttons,
pause, mute, stop!
What would it be like to go through life with button?
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