#muted
The candles are aesthetic—
dripping wax like curated grief
down the sides of glass jars
bought for their softness.
Everything is beige here,
muted, intentional—
even the sadness
has been filtered warm.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 4:11 PM UTC
land of untold stories
where our half baked entanglement resides
there are no roses on its graveside
just poppies, remembrance in our minds
our muted mouths invisiblize those nights
Apr 23, 2023
Apr 23, 2023 at 11:22 AM UTC
Your face seems to be all I see
whenever I close my eyes.
why does he haunt me?
a ghost of love we never truly had,
how could I miss it?
You?
..him?
Memories flash through my head
like daggers to the chest.
Wounding me seemed to be the target
before our first encounter.
To gaze, unbothered,
at something so innocent
while envisioning
how to bring me to my knees.
did I love you? or did I love the idea
of you loving me?
I’ll never truly know
because you are a ghost
of my past.
and ghosts don’t answer questions.
Jul 8, 2021
Jul 8, 2021 at 1:41 PM UTC
Agonizing over you is what I’m best at.
The memories of us scream through my mind
during the times I should be sleeping.
You’re all I can think about,
even though I’d rather forget you.
You’re all I want,
even though I know you’ll never want me..
Again.
I wish I could forget you.
But, instead I’m ablaze
in the memory of us.
While you simply wander through the streets of life,
I seem to be streaking.
Every street consumed by fire,
I miss your heat.
Your warmth.
but decay and destruction are all I know now.
Who knew that it would be your love
that would burn me alive?
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 8:15 AM UTC
On the muted music of the zephyr, the viridescent folks' dance and the fluffs veiled in white, sallow, and orange tinges glide in the mid-air. In this pristine swathe shield by a mysterious guard against intruders, there's no gravity to land from jovial vibrations.
© Spriha Kant
Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 1:04 PM UTC
Nothing was said by the tides of the lake
As they were frozen in time
Nothing will do to start and shake
The core of this lake, oh, sublime!
One can try to guess what was last spoken,
Perhaps it was hating on all things unfair
Nothing was left behind, not a clue or a token
To unveil the secrets, to clean up the air
One more look at these rough edges
Underneath of a smooth glistening glass
They are there ,muted for ages
Frozen thoughts , waiting for winter to pass!
Only celestial kisses that fall quietly
Gather to form a white blanket
On the chest of this lake, oh so lovely
That holds its breath, unshaken.
Jan 25, 2021
Jan 25, 2021 at 1:42 AM UTC
do you believe in haunted dreams?
not nightmares
but haunted dreams..
because I do.
and that’s because you haunt mine.
every moment of them.
and you haunt my reality.
every waking second is filled with the need to reminisce.
even when I run your scent just seems to follow.
to escape into any type of solitude would grant my unspoken wish.
so I sleep.
but even then my dreams are tinted with
the feeling of nostalgia.
yet it is not from anything I can recall..
to be missing something I never had at all
is a special kind of hell.
you’ve tainted my dreams
as though you’ve put me under a spell.
and it’s weakened me.
leaving me
screaming upon deaf ears
I wonder if my voice will make it out of this fog
you’ve brought.
everything is clouded with
the abyss of you.
you’ve tinted my dreams
in the color
of you.
drugged me and got me hooked.
now if my dreams aren’t tinted with you,
they’re nothing
but bare black walls.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 1:20 PM UTC
In a place
where no one
but we, between
sun set and rise
a cut of bamboo
is fused and the
coffee cup brimful
to the lip, the
label uplifted to the
next level and
sloshed on a lovely
sharing hours,
slowly we muted
and respiring like
a new combustion
engine of a new
2020 Mercedes Benz
car racing on pure
coal tar high road
Nov 14, 2020
Nov 14, 2020 at 6:42 PM UTC
Nature speaks beauty and love,
She is a melody and a prayer,
A beautiful song with muted words;
God’s silent language!
Hussein Dekmak
Nov 2, 2020
Nov 2, 2020 at 4:52 PM UTC
I have perfected
the art of crying silently.
I lie in this bed
that I chose
and close my eyes,
tasting the salt
that cloaks my lips.
A salty reminder
of foolish promises.
Performing.
Silent.
My mind screams a thousand words, but
I will not voice them.
Except here
they are released
and for a moment
I am free.
Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 9:26 PM UTC
not a flicker, nor a flame.
always invisible, unknown by name.
so now it is up to me
to leave a mark,
to go out with a bang
and leave my art.
-mD
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
You haven’t spoken a single letter,
Yet your muted words have voiced
A thousand interesting stories full of beauty and mystery.
Hussein Dekmak
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 6:02 AM UTC
I’m feeling like giving up.
As I sit and gaze into nothin’
I hear my heart thumpin
through the music that’s crumpin
in my ears.
and I’m wishin
for it to all slow down
and stop.
I’m wishing I could
replace my blood with molasses
and then slit my wrist and watch.
Watch as the life drains from my eyes.
Would you believe me if I told you, that wasn’t a lie?
Not an exaggeration
or a tale?
Of course you wouldn’t
because you aren’t me
you don’t have my mind
or the thoughts that creep in.
and with a mouth
that is permanently disconnected
from my mind,
how will I ever get you
to understand
why I am the way I am?
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 8:21 PM UTC
Please tell me why I even bother.
Why do I bother to scramble to find the words to express how I am feeling when all you are going to do is press Ignore?
I feel IGNORED.
Why do I bother to talk about the thoughts that run screaming through my mind when all you’re going to do is Interrupt?
You hate it but I hate it more.
Never being able to finish my sentence is the curse I’m destined to die with.
Never being understood is all I’m meant to be.
Invalid is all I am. Invalid is all I’m meant to be.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 10:50 AM UTC
I wish I could just make myself into the person you want me to be.
Even though for some reason you keep telling me to be myself.
What if you don’t like her?
What if I don’t like her?
Because the person I’ve known to be me,
I don’t like.
I don’t like how she looks.
I don’t like how she talks.
But, no one hears that.
It’s all in my mind.
If I want change, why don’t I change?
These days it really feels as though I am truly going insane.
Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 9:51 AM UTC
I wish I could cut my brain into pieces
and not as a last resort.
Cut out the sadness,
the bad memories,
the part that never listens,
all of it.
The person looking back in the mirror
is more than willing
to give up anything as a sacrifice.
-mD
Jan 7, 2020
Jan 7, 2020 at 3:50 PM UTC
‘I don’t know’.
That isn’t an excuse. That’s not the easy way out.
I genuinely do not know the answer to the question you’re asking.
Oh you’re frustrated?
Imagine how I feel!!
You just asked that question.
I have been asking that question my entire life.
“Why can’t you just..?”
I
DON’T
KNOW !
I want to scream,
to cry,
to be heard in some way !!
and not because I need the attention but because I genuinely have something to say..
Something worth hearing..
I’m scared of what’s in my mind.
I’m scared that I’m running out of time.
I’m scared to be alone because I don’t trust myself.
Not around scissors.
Not around pills.
Not around myself.
Do you know how that feels?
Do you know how it feels
to not trust yourself
around yourself?
I am at war.
My mind
vs
Me
with my heart as a witness,
my soul as the prize
and my body, the battlefield.
I wonder..
Will I be a causality?
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 8:37 AM UTC
Your eyes told me the words your lips never uttered.
Your fingertips drew a trail on me with a touch so magical fairies got jealous.
Your kiss printed on my cheek left a mark on me so eternal even death couldn't erase it.
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
Muted..
I'm guessing its time for me..
To be on free.
Looking like its time..
I have no friends of crystal beauties.
Nothings Controlling this beauty.
Soulful MAHOGANY bouncing freely.
My dynasty holding back vocal assurances.
Some kind of circumstances.
The Blocking of chances.
No One speaks...
As I deny anything that'll excite me.
People are Muted.
Emotions are flowing so diluted..
I don't want to Mingle, If I'm muted.
I'll go hide my fences ..I'll go build more fences.
I'll get lost in starry far away skies..
Catch tears should they fail from eyes.
No messages, no replies, no mascara smearing my eyes.
water colored surprise..
Open wide these eyes...
Look for me.. she's this confused brown beauty.
UnMute me.
whispered Prayers for me.
No cavalry seeks.
Wells rushing at my feet, dry land separates me.
I'll turn to my praying wall.
I don't want to cause a downfall.
People I've set free, Heaven sooth me...
I'll turn to my praying wall.
I'll return to my praying wall.
Nothing here for me..
Nothing Here for me..
Mute Me from Misery...
Unmute me for my chosen destiny.
Hurry and come find.
Behind all I've been hiding.
Is this all naturally me..Growing rationality.
If Not release me, UnMute Me..Bless my destiny.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 1:22 PM UTC
Don't take my heart's voice and make it your Starbucks review.
It may not be pretty, perfect, and cookie cutter constructed.
But I still feel something, and i'm sure you do too.
I'm not a dog and pony show.
I wish I felt it were true.
What's a poet to a writer?
Why are some valid and others not?
No reaction is a reaction after all.
But even alone, I must be a fighter.
I'm not a dog and pony show.
But I wonder if you'd ever know.
Because you choose our voices like you choose your candy.
You prefer what's sweet, and discard the sour.
My voice is a sweetart, what comes with it tingles.
Listen and react for it's story, not the speaker,
and you'll feel it deep inside your heart.
Jun 25, 2019
Jun 25, 2019 at 5:36 PM UTC
Sometimes I wish I would’ve stayed mute.
Which means I wish I didn’t talk
or converse.
I wish words didn’t fall from my lips
like a waterfall of
meaningless nothings.
Falling with swift abandon
and landing recklessly.
I just wish I would’ve stayed mute.
Being mute appears to be made for me.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 8:00 AM UTC
you don't talk to me .
you talk at me .
you talk just so you'll have someone who'll listen .
and I always listen to you .
I listen to you
before you listen to me
and you never listen
to me .
It's like
I'm tuned into your channel
and you're tuned into yourself .
every single one of you
only care about yourselves
and it does not make any sense to me .
how can someone constantly pay attention to
you yet ,
you can only see details about yourself ?
selfish ,
rapacious ,
parsimonious .
different word ,
same meaning .
different people ,
same reaction .
how come some of us are destined to be
the ones who care
while others are the ones who get cared for ?
why am I forced to feel like when I'm talking
but not a soul is listening ?
in one ear and out the other
or maybe it goes right over your head ?
is it possible that every word I've spoken
has been ignored because of lack of interest ?
why is it that I'm always the one who fades
into the background ?
I'm the one who starts the story
but never gets to finish .
the one with so much to tell
but no one to tell it to .
the one who just wants to be heard
but has already been muted .
I am
mute .
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
The pickups across the alley seem asleep. No lights, exhaust fumes, man at the wheel ready to wheel into another work day.
Winter-denuded trees blend into his roof like dark rivulets from its peak. No lights in this dawning Saturday, all still asleep.
Except the birds feasting in the newly seeded bird feeder. In the softness of this new dawn their flights are silent.
The fog shrouded morning suffuses softness to hard edges. Clapboard storage unit rests quietly on the edge of the lawn.
Rakes, mowers, hoes still asleep, no work tension in their bodies. Fallen browned leaves lay on still-green lawn gently carpeting “the back.”
Cold black fingers of tiny limbs indistinguishable as individuals, smudged and blending instead. No limber bending till months-away spring.
Trees in the distance surrender their stark names to clouded sky not yet brightened by the distant weakened sun. The fog has laid upon this place
a muted harmony. No dissonant horns or voices heard in this diffused snooze of now. The only movement: from the winged creatures
greeting the day just yards away reminding: life still pulses. I fall into this peace.
The fog of sleep
a hallway moment away
where my self is mellowed
and lost beneath the sheets.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 10:06 AM UTC
She’s highness, deaf but not muted.
Still dignified, past perfect, but still pushing.
Withering tea addict,
laughs at her own sophisticated and immature jokes.
Farts.
How the highness gracefully descend.
Relaxed, reclined,
hands placed still on abdomen, yet they’re itching.
Noisy breaths lift her sinking body,
till she’s plastered to the bed,
not quite motionless.
Can’t decline.
Sits up. Peering, active, but stunted.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 7:34 PM UTC
flame in a dark pit
rain on a mountain
ice
in the veins:
blockade
one of these days
techno nightmares will break
through
analog purity, of course
they will but, then
you'll have it your way,
where dust becomes you more
than your electric
dreams, of course,
you would rather be muted
i won't
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC