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M-E Jan 27
Screamings is all the order
I can hear
Enclosed in my brain
And launched out, through my mouth

r  a  m  b  l  i  n  g  s  .

Facing the mirrors
When I SHOUT and CUSS
And crisscross thoughts
I weaken and frail
Get off the rails
Expressing what I want to say
In front of you
Because I am a speaker
Without a lisp
Without a stutter
Just Screams and Mutters
Without any speaking difficulties
Because I am..Simply
A HUMAN.
Don't ask me how I was inspired to write this poem. Lol
27/01/2019
Ah.. Ah.. Aaron, I said my name,
Least did I expect that this stutter pushed me to shame;
Alalia syllabaris is a defect,
Still worthy enough for a prefect.

That darned laugh, that lost contact,
Shatters all of ‘em within..
‘Tip of the iceberg’ do we show,
The inner lies within; so little you know.

Parodying this isn’t funny, that interludes,
That seriously hurts dudes.

Stop that mock, bear our shock
Let me see how do you fare,
Mark my words because that’s a dare.
Alaia syllabaris which is a syndrome which affects the fluency of your speaking.
That's the same stuff with me.
I was gone through mocks.
Read a bit of my blabbers..
mysa Aug 2018
i stumble over my words now.
it's a fight to wrestle them out of my mouth,
when before the flowed out like a river.

i'm fainter now.
it's a struggle to remember
that my new friends don't find me annoying
and that i don't need to lag behind,
waiting for an invitation.

i'm worse now.
summer is ending and all i have to show
is a quieter me
    a nervous me
    a wish-i-wasn't-here me
    a why-can't-i-just-do-something me

    a second-rate me
i stumble over my words now. this poem included.
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oh boy have i been having Problems™ lately. :,) it should be an easy fix, but i can't will myself to fix it.
If p-people were forms of l-language
I-I am a stutter of a p-person
I am h-h-hesitant
I can't s-seem to ex-express m-myself
It t-takes me a while t-to get m-my p-point across
People laugh in mock-mock-mockery

If people w-were forms of language
H-he is a s-s-song
He flows
He st-stirs the bl-blood in my veins
His rhythm i-is the only thing ke-keeping my heart bea-bea-beating
People s-sing along

I-I am over-overlooked
He i-is surrounded by admirers

I am st-staring at him,
dazzled, st-struck to the b-bone in wonder
He-he-he is laughing,
warmly, dance-dancing to his own b-beat

I am an un-unfinished thought
He is th-the beauty of a-a million harmonies

I
am
b
r
o
k
e
n

He
is
u
n
t
o
u
c
h
a
b
l
e
To my love, who I love, and who showed me what love is
Danielle Mar 2018
Synapses roll off the tongue,
Stutter and glitch
Stut-t-t-ter and glitch
Repeat....Re...p-p-peat
Misfired.
You a broken doll
With your bright brilliance.
I loved the character Glitch from Syfy's Wizard of Oz
no darkerpassion had I
what was this
that we could escape
was that my childhood
or his dreams
they call to
me
in
puffed circles
watch my finger twirl

my fingers beneath her skirt
she twirls to me dream like
her lolli-pop kisses
we traded
dreams
for


for for
forlorn
what scorn
she bleeds
to me
pop
cicle
mansions
they drip
from floor
to
floor



bubble gum mistress
chewing on my sleeves
her lovers on my coat tails
hopes she never leaves
perhaps
from
the
distance
we have shared
not the slightest part



of
me


of
me



of
me



no darker passion had I
?










...
..
.
whites
of
eyes
...
..
.
Dany Nov 2017
Good intentions
all misconstrued
to emo-orthodoxy.
Those that shoulder those stutters that fall blandly from lips loosed free from inhibition know their shame all too well.
Luca C Sep 2017
I love everything about you.
I love the abundance of freckles scattered over your face, and the way you stumble over your words the same way you stumble over your own feet.
I love the crooked line of your smile and the way your eyes squint as you do it.
I love the chapped skin of your lips and the way words fall from your mouth, and air from your lungs.
I love the color of your eyes and the way they shine in the light of the sun or the dark of the moon.

I don't know why but everything about you is entrancingly beautiful to me.
I love every single thing you hate about yourself...
Phoenix Bekkedal Apr 2017
Re-peat-peat-peat-ing
This…
Is trying for me
Stuttering up the tall trunk
Of a tree impossible to climb
Whoop
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