#quite
Poets are quite useful and should not be harmed
per the Per-con-fessor (silent H)y’all, M.A., BS (not a degreee)
like the opossum,
a frightfully excellent scavenger
of nature’s successful (s)excesses,
should not vacuumed up, intoxicated, sprayed or
splayed with harsh chemicales, less their output
‘die on the vine’ (or summertime hammock)
let them create,
let them pro~create,(oh yeah)
let them be et,
juicy and delicioso
speaking from very personal know-(less)dge
while the species is no current danger
of being eradicat[et],
there are editors, propagandists, censors and sneering
sensors, A-holes, B-holes and M-holes,
even T-holes & Z-holes,
ready willing enable
to remove all poems
from the general lexicon
of human possessions
(and poets into giant pre-fabulous custom built warehouses)
i therefore encourage
you to start this date,
by kissing your fav po-et,
and thus strongly encourage,
hims and hers, to out-put put-out
suggest
you start with me,
as a test pest case
and not Thomas Case,
who gets plenty affection
Apr 23
Apr 23, 2026 at 7:55 AM UTC
I am the one
Who is least in convenience
Don't judge me if I am wrong
just say my decision isn't strong
drag me out of the world of gut
which makes my words to shut
precision and think more seems myself as lost flavour
just add me sweetness of ur shore and be saver of my insite core
my every fell stay as a pending bill
unexpressiveness of sell took place of becoming more well
May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 1:20 AM UTC
I stay silent
Too often my own words betray me entirely
I keep quiet
To eliminate any possibly of my past tracking me
Must calm the riot
Internal conflict in turn turns reality iffy
Must stay strategic
My mind gets creative trying to beat me down completely
Can't be complacent
Not while losing my footing on this plain of reality
There's no enjoyment
Living with a cranium teetering on the brink of insanity
Fear becomes a constant
So it never occurred to me these walls shouldn't be up permanently
I remain hesitant
When there's no certainty I can take down these walls safely
©2024
Sep 28, 2024
Sep 28, 2024 at 4:43 AM UTC
Lips sealed, forced quite
One rivet, two rivet
There we go, three otta do it
Last step here is to blow both eardrums with a dangerous harmonic
Ah, there we go, perfect
But I forget
This negativity comes from a resident
One living rent free from infancy in my attic
And amidst my constant panic
I barricaded the wrong side of the door by accident
Now help can't get in to stop the punishment
AND
I'm trapped inside my head with a lunatic
Obviously this is problematic
Hear no evil, see no evil but the mind is never silent
A silver tongue tyrant, my downfalls conduit
I know it knows I'm on to it
But a relic like toxic thoughts doesn't give a shiit
I've proven I can't go toe to toe with it
My wins are really just me escaping THE moment
It can return to being a problem at ANY moment
It never fights fair, super over dramatic
Big signs posted, "Bipolar, Beware", looking post apocalyptic
Wait, how many are against me in here? I thought "me Vs the world" was more just symbolic
Ritualistic hunter and the hunted, predator and prey, animalistic
Unapologetic
No one ever sees the bouts, to barbaric to air it
Try to grin and bare it but it's apparent
I can no longer dodge, duck, dip, dive and dodge the bombastic rhetoric
And I've literally just locked myself in with the traumatic and away from the public
I don't feel safe in here with myself and don't know what to do about it...
©2024
Jan 11, 2024
Jan 11, 2024 at 5:29 PM UTC
Quite is what I need
less noise
more time to read
the world needs constant attention
but the headphones help a little
give thanks to anc
I just want space to be me
I cant help but mention
my rapid ascension
up past the tallest tree
with less noise in my ears
I will overcome fears
the quite will set you free
Dec 9, 2021
Dec 9, 2021 at 3:55 PM UTC
you will never understand how much i hate myself.
how my throat collapses and closes in on itself.
and how tired i am. this aching body is an empty vessel.
sometimes my veins still ache to bloom red roses.
i put my headphones on and the whole world becomes a drone.
a blur of colors and half assed dreams bleeding together.
do you remember that january night in the snow?
we held each other close so we breathed the same smoke.
rosy cheeks and ripe noses, gray eyes and frozen toes.
someday, maybe soon, i'll choose to go through my skin.
by way of rope or knife, i'm not quite sure yet. but it will be scarlet.
my white tissue paper sliced and torn apart by your fingers.
my favorite time of day is any time spent with you.
your arms are home to me, and my heart rots inside out.
i want to scream far and wide into the cold dark sea.
and drown in your recycled oxygen, kneel at your feet.
i will never be more than a kicked dog, a hollow corpse.
oh darling, don't cry for me, this is how it's supposed to be.
Dec 1, 2021
Dec 1, 2021 at 9:54 PM UTC
For hours and days
Besides the darkness , and the breeze upholding the chaos
When it annealing em eyes, to heal the smear
you roar from inside, till it gets quite again
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
Sunny day
feels like
there is only
you and me
the sun light
hit my sight
curtain down
on their own
few inches between us
could feel your fingers
exploring my hair
on that sunny day,
only we knew
what happened
between us
Apr 8, 2021
Apr 8, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC
Words are eluding me
I can't help but whimper.
© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 1:56 PM UTC
Your words are like an arsenic drip
slowly destroying me from the inside
May 23, 2019
May 23, 2019 at 3:23 PM UTC
In a world of noise,
you were my silence.
And I just listened to you all day.
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 5:56 PM UTC
substantial breakable quiet, the moon
shimmers above, a great beacon of tranquility
the night whispers a hidden new tune
and hides its face in an attempt at humility
quickly the sound is gone too soon
a misty white evening
with boats on the bay
the water churning, until it is gray
an empty stillness weaving
the tapestry of the night
a multitude of dreams, and quiet hearts
the living hold breath, at the magnificent sight
because of the silence, the mind can't help but spark
we are a simple people, it is with the absence of sound
Our scholars and our work, have become renowned
in the beginning, there was silence and today there still is,
we cannot live without the quiet, unbearable though it is.
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
As I walk an all too quiet house
glass under my feet,
I look for the whereabouts,
the place my sanity retreats.
A temple modeled after my greatest intentions
and point of all attention.
I hear the clocks
ticking, a warning - looking, a response.
Reminding my woes
of the sky I'll never know.
This home is made of memories
not concrete nor tile or trees.
Built off of everything I want to be,
how I devote my character to thee.
Silence,
my only tyrant.
My pain and misery,
deliver me
from this toxicity.
Come back, knock at the door
anything to make it louder once more.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
I have finally come to the conclusion,
that I do not love myself.
that I don't love the way i smile,
or talk,
or laugh.
I hate that I am quite,
that I'm introverted and
would rather prefer to spend my days alone,
rather than surrounded by people.
I'm trying to improve how I view myself,
however, how do you change your perspective
when you have been living it for years?
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 3:53 AM UTC
there's an aching rhythm to my bones.
they cry and they call out;
please please, we want to go home.
and i don't know how to reply
and i don't know what to say
other than i know, i know.
Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
Contagious Yawning
Starts with one, soon everyone
Yawns contagiously.
Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 10:30 PM UTC
It's never dark enough.
Light slips through the window
From the street lights and the stars.
It's never quiet enough.
Sound pushes through the walls
From the roads and the houses.
It's never warm enough.
Cold seeps through the blankets
From the wind and the fear.
It's never lonely enough.
Voices whisper through the dark
From the shadows and the corners.
It's never enough.
I'm awake through the night
From sundown to sunrise.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
Little girl with the large, dark eyes.
Adorable & innocent, nothing to sexualize.
Man in black with the twisted mind.
Never thought or perhaps cared just how much he would put this little girls life in a bind.
She did not speak for a long time.
No recollection but over time, there's things she would find.
No justice was delivered.
No recognition, it seems.
Everyone has buried the trash.
No more talk about the past.
Hush, hush.
Woman with the large, dark eyes.
She holds anger & silently cries.
Hush, hush.
Keep it all inside.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 5:13 PM UTC
there is a storm trapped inside her heart
and it seeks a ruination that will rattle
the stars.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
I've almost forgotten how your
other-worldly eyes
peered into my
melancholy soul.
How your
key trained fingers
traced my
summer-kissed skin.
How your
wiser-than-mine words
changed my
impressionable mind.
Almost, but not quite.
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 1:13 PM UTC