#soundless
The mind, divine
Through the vine
Of time
Tangled, entwined
In some
Grand design
Of marvelous form
And numberless prime
A nothingness enshrined
All the light
We cannot see
Lovely, dark,
Soundless and deep
Figures shift, restless
In the mist
A maskless mayhem
Patiently waits
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 1:24 PM UTC
Words cannot express
all the pent up rage and sorrow
that comes with a harsh exchange,
the apparent pain
as self worth shatters
in isolation and fear.
Doubled over with doubt,
words pierce deeper
than any wound,
and their voices
were never heard.
Doomed.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
Do you ever feel like saying something,
but anything you say will be ignored?
That's how I feel,
like whenever you try to say something,
it seems like nobody is listening
like nobody can hear you.
you try to talk to people
but they look at you as though you're weird,
as though every point you make is invalid.
Nobody can hear you,
your voice is just an echo in a cave,
ignored.
If you're ever in a fight,
you say your point
but it is never taken into consideration,
it goes in one ear and out the other.
you stand up for yourself,
you stand up for what's right,
but whatever you stand for
will not be heard
because you are...
s o u n d l e s s
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
I try to say what's on my mind,
but the words are in commotion.
I keep it bottled up inside;
a walking wreck of emotions.
You only see the tip of the iceberg,
but my feelings are pacific deep.
When will my love stop being unheard,
so my insecurities can sleep.
I'm sporadic alive; roaming around,
trying to cope with my endless stress.
I hope you dare to see my ghost town,
where the fragile me are taking a rest.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
Heartbreak forced through the cracks,
Dripping heavy ichor, drip drops interminable.
Muscles and veins shredded,
Caught on rough stone edges.
Pulled by strings attached to your sharpened claws.
I scream soundless,
Beg for the end with my thoughts.
Beg for these dreams to vanish into the day.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 3:22 AM UTC
The way you hug me
The way you talk with me without voice
The way you need me
Is enough to show me that I'm still needed
Soundless love that motivates me to live
Thank you, my dear student
If it wasn't for you,
I would feel so worthless
Thank you for keeping me alive.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 8:59 AM UTC
*the bed is made,
the house is clean,
I don't sleep,
because your mean,
the door is shut,
the key is in your hand,
I am stuck inside,
inside your fantasy land,
our eyes are closed,
our thoughts are deep,
I open them,
and hear you weep,
your mind is lost,
my love is boundless
and we lay down together,
and are practically soundless.*
Jul 3, 2016
Jul 3, 2016 at 2:31 AM UTC
Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed,
Poetry had distinguished like a flame in my head.
I tried to sing myself a lullaby to keep me company,
Yet the verses and notes dropped my hand and tried to flee.
I couldn't hear their music anymore,
I was trapped in an unlocked door.
The handle was free, awaiting my plea,
A victim whose escape was but a tortured sea.
Swimming in water, I couldn't see the bottom.
The depths were hard to picture, their ground lonesome.
I couldn't even imagine the silly creatures or rainbow snakes,
Unable to see anything, I lived in a soundless lake.
Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed,
Imagination nothing but a loose thread.
I found myself crying in my pillow
Hitting a writer's block, bricks hiding my meadow.
Flowers were blooming in a beautiful garden,
Sea creatures dancing in their underwater garden.
I was in my room, tears dripping down my cheeks,
For an imagination I tried so hard to keep.
I am soundless in a busy world,
Echoless in rolling mountains,
I am hitched at the throat by the point of a sword,
I am no longer a poet.
I see my room,
Not a castle.
I see the sidewalks,
Not yellow brick roads.
I see the world,
Not the dream.
Soundless.
It came for me.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
´
You came to me
as a vision
as a mirage
as soft shadows
landing low
Warmly loving
the hot bouncy
paws
and their
delicate dance
across Dali's
Tangible
soundless motions
obssesive mushy
desserted sands
of time's
Kaleidoscopic
fractal falling
Swirling
back into
the theatre of dreams
Tuning a
migrating
midnight to
those silent, evanescent
melodies
yearning
craving
to be played
once more
and adored on longplays
Spiraling and spinning
in my memory
like a skilled
reindeer wafting
wet air through fresh
nostrils, a defiant elegance
fluttering around as colourful
wings move the magnificent
leap of a sinew lyinx
to tremble
among spring greenery
Got to develop gentle moves.
Silent. Soundless. Elegant.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 10:14 AM UTC
Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no real face that fits an objective depression
Let it be a lesson
Not to judge others by their discretions
Silence can be the embodiment for the saddest people of them all
People big and people small
That minds that stand and the ones that fall
We can all relate to the pains of the others around us
Yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and,
Becoming trapped in a cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude?
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own
Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there is someone out there who relates to our pain
Cause it's a stain in our brains
That makes us think we're insane
We must open up to others
And not lead lives that are mundane
Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 1:53 PM UTC
you turn on the radio,
but it doesn't make
any sound.
maybe it's broken,
and it needs to be fixed and repaired.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 3:08 PM UTC
Opaque is thee,
Dull, dark and soundless night.
It creeps up my spine,
Proving the fright.
Dark is the girls eyes,
Who stands and waits.
Preventing all to pass,
Even her mate.
Opaque is the eye-like windows,
On the upper floor.
Where the ghost of old.
Hunts for his score.
Dull, dark and Soundless night.
Free me from his ebony wings,
Free me from the inside.
Break these habits,
Of opaque demise.
Where the dagger may yet wait.
To end thy life..
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC