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Where's the home of the stranger if not in a nameless grave,
Providing him with peace and silence;
His gravestone seems blank, but it tells thousands of untold stories
About his damnation and condemnation;
Living among people without feeling anything what runs that nation
Is painful in life, and even afterlife
When he knows it right that that name on the grave is quite unwanted,
And won't be visited, only haunted;
Haunted by thoughts and doubts of the self's unsaid words,
And the surrounding world's empty words
That had been waited by the stranger so eagerly to utter something;
The empty words should have uttered something,
Something that a stranger never could utter correctly:
Home.
01.08.2019
Vinny Chav Sep 13
M.M
Every single little message that I’ve sent you, every little way possible to get your attention.. might be everyday, it might be every other day.

As soon as I heard from you, my heart dropped. I couldn’t breathe. It’s like the first day I saw you again when you came home from the barracks. You walked by my job and flipped your hair and I had to double look to make sure that it was you. I just couldn’t breathe. We spent everyday FaceTiming because we couldn’t stand being away from each other. Even before you came home from North Carolina.

Things fell off on the wrong foot, I’m willing to try with everything I have in my strength to get you back into my life. It may or may not work, but I have faith. I knew what we had was something along the lines of infatuation. Yeah, it was 3 months but the best 3 months I’ve been through in a long while. You were my home, a home that I couldn’t have.

I miss seeing your face every morning, with those beautiful blue eyes staring at me. The morning cuddles until the time we fall asleep, the times you’d get mad cause I didn’t grab for your hand as we walked. I miss us jamming to tiktok songs or even our songs. You getting all frustrated because I mumbled my words and I didn’t want to repeat myself. Calling you linda when we jokingly start to argue. Or slapping your *** in public and how embarrassed you’d get.

I’m missing your face, your touch, your voice, your long sharp acrylic nails, missing every little piece of you.

Now that you’re engaged, I wish nothing but the best for you and your future.

     - I love you.
I was too afraid to say a word
So I sat there, looking at you

Your eyes are like the chocolate, thought I
Enticing, sweet, comforting, and kind
Your eyes are like a fireplace, thought I
Radiating with warmth, hope, and truth
Your eyes are like a swift stream, thought I
Swirling with thought and imagination
Your eyes are like the moonlit stars, thought I
Beautiful gems, bright diamonds, glittering love

Suddenly, for an instant, they found me
And they pronounced me guilty of looking
I was too afraid to say a word
So I sat there, looking at my toes
And I couldn't stop thinking
If only I was not too afraid
Then, what word would I have said?
Benji James Jul 23
Brick by brick
I'm building a new foundation
In weakness and strength
I hide in fear of some of God's creation
but there are just somethings
That need to be admired
The tree's, The rivers and open oceans
The mountains that stand tall over us
But most of all I admire you

I'm hanging on every word you say
(ooh) Speechless
Hopelessly lost within your words
(So) breathless
I can't even say a word
She's everything a man dreams of
Her voice is sweet, honest and true
Oh, girl, I'm amazed by you

Struck with a new sensation
Brick by brick
I'm completing a new foundation
I'm starting to learn
She can be my medication
She makes everything better
With her dedication
Her kiss, Kiss
Has got me (Blushing)
It starts my blood (rushing)
Her sweet, Sweet taste
Has created a new flavour
She's making me feel
A little bit braver
I can try, But I know I can't win
She already has my heart
Caught in a string

I'm hanging on every word you say
(ooh) Speechless
Hopelessly lost within your words
(So) breathless
I can't even say a word
She's everything a man dreams of
Her voice is sweet, honest and true
Oh, girl, I'm amazed by you

If I could give you the stars (I would)
It's heaven on earth
When I'm with you
I feel there's nothing that I can not do.
You're so amazing, girl.
I can feel my heart racing,
the fires of love are blazing
She's a princess
that leaves me speechless
Caught up
And hung up on you
I'm trapped, in a web,
I can't break loose

I'm hanging on every word you say
(ooh) Speechless
Hopelessly lost within your words
(So) breathless
I can't even say a word
She's everything a man dreams of
Her voice is sweet, honest and true
Oh, girl, I'm amazed by you

©2017 Written By Benji James
Rosie Jul 20
''I love you'' she wrote to me
unaware if she would ever be able to say these words aloud
larni Jul 16
i have too many emotions
that can never be put into words
Anastasia Jun 7
smile = speechless

touch = almost unconscious

laugh = warmth

voice = melting
c.b. ♥
Nina May 31
I used to talk about you all the time
But I've run out of words to say
And now I'm left speechless
To the though of you
xxx May 29
Words.
Little messes of little squiggles that are stuck together to make sounds, to make syllables, to make words, to make sentences. This sentence. To make a poem.
Useless scribbles and impalpable babble, alphabet magnets and letter soup, that We The Ancestors devised to tell you a story. To plant our messages into your brain.
But now everyone has something to say and it’s all with the same words for the same story and it’s useless. If I could get the picture out of my ******* head and onto the page, I would. If I could show you what I’m talking about, I would.
I guess these sounds and syllables will have to do. They do, don’t they?
Words. Just words.
Bellissima May 13
A love so pure I thought I could not know,
empty I was until now I could see
a prince too pure to be compared to snow
for snow is not as pure as he could be.
But now awoke, to what shall I compare?
A love to snow? The sea? The sun? The sky?
Could what of words equate with skin so fair?
Oh, such speechless sight of my loving eye.
A poem I wrote in Iambic Pentameter for a Shakespeare class. Inspired by "A Midsummer Night's Dream" Act 3.2; 137-44.
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