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juno May 2017
The unsaid truth --
Deranged, and underage --
Can reveal itself,
Independently.
Walk away.
Step away.
It need not your day.
Powerful it is,
Even when
Nothings being said
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Zane Gorham May 2017
Sitting in a quiet place.
Listening to the ideas blossom in our minds.
The noise never ending.
When our thoughts and ideas dissipate.
They're eventually forgotten.
They were never spoken.
Billions of unsaid words floating around us.
Residual in the mind or not.
Theses words, they travel somewhere.
Whether these concepts were significant or the split second reminder of unwashed dishes.
These thoughts fly someplace calm.
That place, that realm is truly quiet.
This is a response to another poem I read called Silence by Ashly Kocher
jia Apr 2017
Ang sakit pala,
Na binabalewala mo lahat ng alaala.
Na hindi mo na ko kilala,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na maiwang walang wala.
Na makuhanan rin ng pera,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na maging estranghero ako sayo bigla.
Na maghintay ng walang napapala,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na makita kang may kasamang iba
Na alagang alaga mo siya,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Na magmukhang tanga.
Na maloko habang nagmamahal ka,
Ang sakit pala.

Ang sakit pala,
Ng lahat ng dinarama.
Na dahil sayo kaya sinusulat ang tula,
Ang sakit pala.
Para sa'yo, gago.
jia Apr 2017
Puti, para sa malinis na intensyon.
Ang mukha **** sigaw ay perpeksyon.
Ako at ikaw ay hanggang sa imahinasyon,
Pero ako ay may limitasyon.

Pula, para sa mabungang alaala,
Walang humpay na pagsasaya.
Hindi matapos tapos na tawa,
Pula rin, para sa dugong bubulwak at magsasama-sama.

Lilac, para sa iba **** balak.
Sakit na paeang kutsilyo ang sumaksak.
Ang mga gamit ngayon ay iyong hawak,
Puro ka galit at talak.

Asul, para sa masalimuot na hangganan.
Mga naburang tawanan,
Naburang talaan
At naburang pangalan.

Itim, para sa pusong nagdadadalamhati.
Para sa natamong sugat at pighati.
Mga nawalang sabi-sabi at bati.
Itim, para sa pag-ibig kong nahati.
Shanath Apr 2017
I had too many things in boxes
Shut for too long.
I had the doubts hidden in the memories
And the faces I tried to recall.
I let them all sit in darkness
As they pounded my mind
Slowly I let go of it
And I preferred driven mad inside.
My heart was all I listened to,
I must have forgotten
How the beats were mine
and mine replied.
All the questions I repeated
But never asked you once,
Two possibilities I believe -
I thought I knew them all
Or that I was scared of what I didn't .
Now you have left my heart all empty
Too empty and I'm unable to have it shut.
The boxes have spilled over
And I stare at them
Strewn across my feet.
They are brown and bland and boring
As I used to be,
Insides are the truths
I denied my heart to see.
They lie so lifeless and dark
I am scared of its sight,
You have left me where I once had lived
But now I am scared of the things I see.
They are the remains of my heart
All broken and hidden for so long,
But they are the only truths of me
And I hid them from you, all.
My heart was a fool
Always have been,
It tried to win you over
But my mind was what stood of the truth.
Now you are gone
And the boxes have all fallen
Off the shelf and off the rack,
My mind is now all empty
And I can fill it with the world.
I should have shown you those
Maybe you would have been gone long ago
Now my heart is all vacant
It gave away echoes of your words.

I sit here now staring
Upon memories and memories
They resemble so much of the lies I know
I am almost afraid
Of the truth taking over.
I learnt my lesson
I learnt the truth ,
My mind has spilled over
And stained all that I knew.
I stuff my heart with boxes
Boxes I will never use,
They have your words and your promises
That you have kept
And my mind is now open
And harbors the truths I knew
-you would leave,
You would forget,
We will live as if we never met.

There is one box though
I don’t know what to do with
Whether to give you
Or have it hid,
It says the thing I never said ,
The one truth that overlaps doubts
And each and each possibility we would regret.
Xyleena Therin Mar 2017
Looks like a diamond
yet fragile as glass,
A noisy and chaotic world
of words never spoken

A small voice about to crack
Never noticed by anyone
Only to be heard by
the reflection on the mirror.

Everything gets piled up,
everywhere is a mess.
Just waiting to trigger
the bomb inside

Finally the hidden dome
cracked and broke;
it let itself out
revealing all the secrets.

During this time of vulnerability
resonance comes in-
It builds a new world
this time with open doors.
one of the main reasons I wrote this poem is because I found the word "resonance" cool
Sophia Lynne Mar 2017
It hurts a lot. It hurts so much and I know you're never going to understand why it hurts me but just know it does. It's ****. And I'm crying. And i don't know what else to say besides that I don't want to loose you.. Again. And again. And again. I know I don't act like I love being around you but I do. I'm just ******* stupid. It's been so good just having you back in my life and talking almost how we used to and I thought we might actually get back to the way it was before it all. But no. I'll try to deal for awhile.

Maybe it hurts so much because it makes me realize that I'm not even half of what you are  to me as a person. as a feeling. as an inspiration. I hope I handle it better than I have in the past and I'll be preparing for your absence. Again

sls
Oskar Erikson Jan 2017
Why do i fear
Running ahead?
because i consider whatever's
left unsaid.
Shashi Jan 2017
There is some magic
In the words left unsaid

A parallel universe exists
within those unspoken things

where the limitless open sky
is tempting you
to open your wings,
And fly

the wind blowing through your face
produces music of its own...
Only if you can listen

between all the things real
there is imagination

across all the desires
there are dreams

amid this silence,
there is music
there is magic
there is love.
I am choking, on the things left unsaid;
I am drowning, in their dread.

Smothered by the weight of my own tongue;
Coating my larynx, begging to be wrung.

My breath, stifled by unwritten letters draining into my esophagus;
Strangled words, using my body as their sarcophagus.

That one day, when I'm stronger, I'll find the courage to excavate.
Until then, I'll slowly ,**asphyxiate.
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