#imlost
In the depths of silence I exist,
A voice that falters, a whisper lost,
Echoes swallowed by the vast abyss,
Nobody can hear me, my truth embossed.
I speak, but my words fall on deaf ears,
Lost in the void of indifference and fear,
My song, a symphony of unheard cries,
Lingers in the air, a silent sigh.
I yearn to be heard, to break the spell,
To shatter the walls that confine me,
But my voice remains locked in a lonely cell,
Yearning for freedom, craving to be free.
I scream in silence, my vocal cords strained,
Seeking solace in the winds that blow,
But they carry my words, forever unrestrained,
To a world that refuses to bestow.
Invisible, I wander through crowded streets,
My existence blurred, a ghostly haze,
I reach out, yearning for someone to meet,
But they pass me by, lost in life's maze.
I am a whisper in a world of noise,
A forgotten verse in the grandest of songs,
But deep within, a fire still burns and toys,
With the hope that one day, my voice belongs.
Nobody can hear me, or so it seems,
But still, I persist, I refuse to yield,
For even in silence, my spirit teems,
With dreams that cannot be concealed.
So I'll keep speaking, keep raising my voice,
Though it may echo in an empty room,
I'll keep singing, for in my heart I rejoice,
Knowing my words will find their bloom.
For even if nobody can hear me now,
In the symphony of life, I'll find my place,
And when the world finally takes a bow,
My voice will resound, in boundless grace.
Sep 14, 2023
Sep 14, 2023 at 9:44 AM UTC
✧She smelled of flowers and vanilla✧
✧Late at night you could hear her;✧
✧She'd sing to herself quietly✧
✧Just like her daddy always did,✧
✧If you'd look close enough✧
✧You'd see the tears in her eyes✧
✧And the storm in her heart.✧
✧She'll never admit it,✧
✧But she does deeply miss him.✧
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 4:06 PM UTC
Honestly, I don't know
Some dead and numb, and some left to sew
Cold sweats in this chaotic energy flow
I don't believe I've ever been in a place so low
Does the moon depress when the sun shines its light
When the tides collide like they're all ready to fight
In a darkened world coated by our human blight
There's no fixed star or light to guide me through this hellish night
When did reality start to feel like it became a game
Losing loved ones, like money, as if they both were the same
If bad luck gave attention, guess I'd be drowning in fame
Lacking grip to my sweating, can't tell if I'm really sane
I'm not well, i'm so lost, losing to this circle of hell,
A pattern stuck onto me, maybe i'm stuck to a spell
A world of hurt doesn't shock me, it's where I usually dwell
I wish I could provide better, but i'm broken, can't you tell
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 8:41 AM UTC
if a sound could be grainy
like a photo with the ISO too high
over-compensating for the light that shone too dim
through the patterned curtains in your bedroom
in your mother’s old house
where the peaches tasted better in water than in sugar and that had never
ever happened
not since you were three years old when your grandmother
who was not yet too old to do much besides eat TV dinners
and watch ‘the price is right’
before your grandfather’s funeral
where you ruined your velvet dress
spilling cheap coffee all over the bodice
(if it had been good coffee the situation would be
entirely different)
the sound of you
exhaling like a train rolling right past the house
shaking the walls and the floor and the sofa
less and less as it gets farther away
you sound
grainy
like a photocopy
and i can’t find
the original
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 1:17 AM UTC