#thequietones
I cannot communicate without a pen in my hand
And constant moving pictures of a dreamland
I cannot speak outside of a piece of paper
Emotions, opinions, thoughts, and truths are components to which I taper
They are the ones who crush my lungs to make me mute
My tongue has vanished and my face is smothered by a makeshift suit
It makes the physically impossible situation of uttering a word
My head becomes completely barren, so no thoughts could be caught by the sword
When I am in the place that makes me gone
The biggest truth I could ever mutter is “I don’t know”, but no one seems to catch on
It means I have so many things to say that “I don’t know” means I don’t know where to begin
That moment where I believe I have something, so I start to move my chin
But my words are a silent breath, leaking out of my closed, frozen lips
For someone to understand my struggle and pain behind this would be as rare as an eclipse
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
It's never the quiet ones they say,
Hopefully they realise the real truth someday,
Quiet hearts inwardly cry,
While they silently watch loved ones slowly die.
Quiet eyes hide their immense pain,
It's a wonder how they are still sane.
Quiet minds hold the most fascinating thoughts,
Quiet mouths hold nothing but truth,
But they won't say it was you.
Quiet voices want scream out loud,
But only do when there's no one around.
Jan 20, 2019
Jan 20, 2019 at 3:36 AM UTC