I think the words have left me.*
they've crawled out my ears
and pooled in my eyes only to spill
down
my cheeks,
and drip down my chin only to splatter
against
the page in black blotches
that mean nothing.

Though carefully selected words allow
A slight enlightenment of inner minds
And inner hearts, I'll never truly find
That perfect blend of letters to spell out
Pure sentiments of amour. There's no doubt
Those words do not exist and can't describe
Even a fraction of it all- You're mine.
And just how did that ever come about?

Reflections in your eyes, astonishing;
They never see the inner dark that hides.
Though in my mind it's all that I can bring,
As I can't seem to express any light.
If I could find the perfect words, I'd cling
Forever and you'd heard them every night.

Everyone suddeny burst out singing;
And my heart was filled with such a delight,
As prisond birds find freedom
As they fly about the white
Everyone voice was suddenly lifted!,
And beauty came like a sitting sun
As birds  fly by the front of the beauty;
Suddenly it rains,
Rainbow appeared!
As everyone seemed,
the song was wordless;
As the singing will never be done.

I have run out of words.
They no longer flow from my fingertips,
No more do they glint in the light of your sight.
The letters that once formulated on my lips and kissed you
Have gone.
You say words are beautiful
But I have none.
Where does that place my beauty?
Share your letters with me?
And I will create new words for us to be.

Muted.
Tongue tied.
That was a clear fact, couldn't be disputed.
To make her voice heard. Countless times she'd tried.
So from now on, a new tactic she has applied.
Head hung low, as she walks in silent stride.
Emotional shutdown: access denied.

Silence softly speaks
To those that listen
Stillness in the air
Whispers in the wind

Silence speaks loudly
Deafening sound
Can’t make out the words
Only screaming within

Silence speaks pain
Hurt and emptiness
Unspoken sorrow
Quietly, weeping loss

Silence speaks love
Taken in one’s arms
Calm embrace, wordless
Together in blissful peace

The stream that once flowed so freely and clear.
Is drying up at last.
The song it sang for all to hear.
Is but a sound of the past.

Blocked to all the listening souls
It tries to plow on through.
Beating, splashing, forcing hard, but nothing left to do.

Longing for the perfect storm
Where rain clouds congregate.
Each little drop adding up is something to appreciate.

I want my last laugh
to be my last breath.

I use to think
That writing really fast
Would get my poems across

I use to think
That love
Was something
That could never be lost

I was wrong

And the more wrong I felt
The more I struggled
In here
To define it

I just felt
Like I wasn't wanted
And then I knew why

They weren't judging me
For being me
They were judging me
Because they were just like me

Only opposites attract?

But gravity
Attracts all
Big and small
Nothing and infinite

And it's so weak
We almost
Don't even know it's there

Like our hands touching
And slowly
Drifting away
Into seven
Pieces
Of
Heart

Pangaea