He sang along to the trumpets in his head,
as the radio once did.
"I'll always be there for you,"
He stuttered past his heart.
The coldness locking his beath
in a frozen cloud of smoke
intertwining in the frosted skies,
"Then you told me no,"
His hands quivered in his sleeves where scars left no marks,
while his voice was breaking like broken bones.
He never finishes his dying lyrics,
with the notes dangling in the air,
for someone else to pair.
And an iris left at the stairs.
Mind stutters the words
that I want to mutter
Another chance, perhaps
Completes my puzzle of life
Makes me feel like
a picture whole, rather than
a piece of society’s
Grapes of love and hate
on emotional vines
Relishing these fleeting
one day at a time
Makes me feel like
a human empowered,
another person going
thru the motions of life
Love is profound.
Gutter consonants and
For a rough action
Too late thoughts
And the breaking of
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
Don't ask me how I was inspired to write this poem. Lol
Anxiety is a bomb, confidence the victim.
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.
Stuttering aka stammering is the only thing which fortifies me. Giving time and suggestions is of no use. Nor is giving a hell of laughter. So stop those weird looks when I stammer. Love
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.
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 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
To my love, who I love, and who showed me what love is
Synapses roll off the tongue,
Stutter and glitch
Stut-t-t-ter and glitch
You a broken doll
With your bright brilliance.
I loved the character Glitch from Syfy's Wizard of Oz