The mind, divine
Through the vine
Of time
Tangled, entwined
In some
Grand design
Of marvelous form
And numberless prime
A nothingness enshrined

All the light
We cannot see
Lovely, dark,
Soundless and deep
Figures shift, restless
In the mist
A maskless mayhem
Patiently waits

Words cannot express
all the pent up rage and sorrow
that comes with a harsh exchange,
the apparent pain
as self worth shatters
in isolation and fear.
Doubled over with doubt,
words pierce deeper
than any wound,
and their voices
were never heard.
Doomed.

Do you ever feel like saying something,
but anything you say will be ignored?
That's how I feel,
like whenever you try to say something,
it seems like nobody is listening
like nobody can hear you.
you try to talk to people
but they look at you as though you're weird,
as though every point you make is invalid.
Nobody can hear you,
your voice is just an echo in a cave,
ignored.
If you're ever in a fight,
you say your point
but it is never taken into consideration,
it goes in one ear and out the other.
you stand up for yourself,
you stand up for what's right,
but whatever you stand for
will not be heard
because you are...

s o u n d l e s s

Heartbreak forced through the cracks,
Dripping heavy ichor, drip drops interminable.
Muscles and veins shredded,
Caught on rough stone edges.
Pulled by strings attached to your sharpened claws.
I scream soundless,
Beg for the end with my thoughts.
Beg for these dreams to vanish into the day.

The way you hug me
The way you talk with me without voice
The way you need me

Is enough to show me that I'm still needed
Soundless love that motivates me to live
Thank you, my dear student

If it wasn't for you,
I would feel so worthless
Thank you for keeping me alive.

Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed,
Poetry had distinguished like a flame in my head.
I tried to sing myself a lullaby to keep me company,
Yet the verses and notes dropped my hand and tried to flee.

I couldn't hear their music anymore,
I was trapped in an unlocked door.
The handle was free, awaiting my plea,
A victim whose escape was but a tortured sea.

Swimming in water, I couldn't see the bottom.
The depths were hard to picture, their ground lonesome.
I couldn't even imagine the silly creatures or rainbow snakes,
Unable to see anything, I lived in a soundless lake.

Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed,
Imagination nothing but a loose thread.
I found myself crying in my pillow
Hitting a writer's block, bricks hiding my meadow.

Flowers were blooming in a beautiful garden,
Sea creatures dancing in their underwater garden.
I was in my room, tears dripping down my cheeks,
For an imagination I tried so hard to keep.

I am soundless in a busy world,
Echoless in rolling mountains,
I am hitched at the throat by the point of a sword,
I am no longer a poet.

I see my room,
Not a castle.
I see the sidewalks,
Not yellow brick roads.

I see the world,
Not the dream.

Soundless.
It came for me.

´

You  came to me
as a vision
as a mirage
as soft shadows
landing low

Warmly loving
the hot bouncy
paws
and their
delicate dance
across Dali's

Tangible
soundless motions
obssesive mushy
desserted sands
of time's

Kaleidoscopic
fractal falling

Swirling
back into
the theatre of dreams

Tuning a
migrating
midnight to
those silent, evanescent
melodies
yearning
craving
to be played
once more
and adored on longplays

Spiraling and spinning
in my memory
like a skilled
reindeer wafting
wet air through fresh
nostrils, a defiant elegance
fluttering around as colourful
wings move the magnificent
leap of a sinew lyinx
to tremble
among spring greenery

Got to develop gentle moves.
Silent. Soundless. Elegant.

Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no real face that fits an objective depression

Let it be a lesson
Not to judge others by their discretions
Silence can be the embodiment for the saddest people of them all

People big and people small
That minds that stand and the ones that fall
We can all relate to the pains of the others around us

Yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and,
Becoming trapped in a cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude?
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own

Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there is someone out there who relates to our pain

Cause it's a stain in our brains
That makes us think we're insane
We must open up to others
And not lead lives that are mundane

Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression