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Lot Apr 2017
A void
Too fragile
Thus easily destroyed
Invisible glass
It surrounds us
Bulletproof truss
A harrowed scream
Loud it seems
Vibrating dream
Unheard theme
Mainstream screen
Disappearing sneer
Silent voiced
Fear
Just some recent musing on free speech.
Devin Ortiz Dec 2016
The fires have razed the city
Pitchforks, picketers and angry mobs
Marching through rubble, the dust hasn't settled

The whispers ask so many questions
How? Why? What?
But this storm is done talking.
They shouted from the bottoms of hell
They shouted as every ear turned deaf
Words of peace, words of want, words of need
This fiery inferno is words of the unheard
The violent night of the voiceless has begun

The fires have razed the city
Pitchforks, picketers and angry mobs
Marching through rubble, the dust hasn't settled
To the outcasts, the freaks
To the silent ones, the unheard
To the criers, the broken
To the heartless, the damaged
To the screamers, the closed off
To the drowners, the dying
To the breathers, the living
To the strong, the weak
To the flimsy, the fragile
To the suicidal, the struggling
To the raging, the bitter
To the sad, the lonely
To the misunderstood, the confused
To the 'why don't you talk,' the 'why don't you shut up?'
To the 'it's all in your head,' the 'It's not important enough'
To the 'stop acting,' the 'stop faking'
To the 'stop being so dramatic,' the 'there are people worse off than you'
To the 'shut up,' the 'you're making no sense'
To the 'I don't understand,' the 'nobody feels this way'
To the 'I can't help you,' the 'get over it'
To the 'you're weird,' the 'this isn't normal'
To the 'go away,' the 'nobody wants you here'
To the 'you break everything you touch,' the 'just die already'
To the 'broken ones,' the 'freaks'
To everyone, to always
To whatever you do, whatever you say
To everything, to everyday
You are not alone.
~ hk
Loveless Jun 2016
I was born with love, from my poet's heart
From his thoughts, he gathered my parts

I couldn't bring him praise, for his shining words
Silent without glory, I was left unheard
This is my tribute to all those poems which had beautiful words inscribed in them but they still failed to reach many of the readers it should have.
I know many of the poets in here could know for what I was trying to say in this short poem of mine.
I can feel, the poem too feels bad for it!
Max C Styles May 2016
A bird flies high
A city below.
The people look up
But this bird
they do not know.
They cannot know.
Not yet.

Too high
this bird doth soar.
Above the clouds
far above the heads
of those below.

One day these people build
Higher and higher.
One day they may see
That bird
That dared to fly higher
but could not be seen,
its song unheard,
its voice unfathomable,
its feathers too beautiful.

Until this time
They do not know.
But until that time
this bird doth grow.
Nelsya Mar 2016
to who does speak
with nothing but words
crippling from the end of
the linked glass
between the lips
and the kiss

line of phrases
formed to emerge the soul
whose hidden within
another dimension
of the body itself

phrases came out gracefully
without any notice
while the lips hangs heavily,
the bones stand coherently,
and the tattered heart restrain poorly

to the one who does speak
owning only oneself
or not being heard
was not the problem—

—it was
the hollow feeling,
vacant presence of a body,
and another void
which could throw the soul
into a pitch black of darkness
with silenced thoughts and mouth
as no one is going to be there
to take a peek
or even save the ****** life
Leal Knowone Feb 2016
can you deal with the stares. the words unheard, the subtle none verbal nuances. Listen to the noise in what they call silence. hear what this world has to say. can you read between the lines or are you looking hard for something that isn't really there. searching so hard you make it appear. the air whispers in your ear, the river tells a story seldom heard. listen to the unspoken word
Alice R-P Jun 2015
Behind the deceptive exterior,
Strong walls that have been built,
Is something different from expected.

A mouselike soul
Having feelings of distress,
Needing to be protected.

Afraid of getting hurt,
Not obtaining chosen goals,
Not being the one who's selected.

Fear of being judged,
And going unheard,
Scared of not being accepted.

Wanting to hide from the world
To the safe hole in the wall
Believing it can't be trapped in there.
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