#whispered
eyes everywhere
whispered talk
eons of thinking
ancient roots
trees know more
than they tell.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 1:46 PM UTC
I complain to Heaven about you,
I complain
because no court on Earth
can hear this charge.
How could you,
how could you possibly encompass
all the women on Earth
and still walk toward me
as if you were singular,
as if creation had practiced
only once?
Dec 16, 2025
Dec 16, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
I spoke a word,
rocked it between two sides,
but it shattered in the air,
breathless,
like a planet weary
of its own light.
Did I have enough courage?
I watched myself from afar —
or only imagined it?
A shape in motion,
a wisp of steam
on a frozen mirror,
ice beneath a solar eclipse.
But was there someone,
out there,
who could have believed
that everything has meaning —
for anything, for anyone?
But honestly…
the meaning wasn’t here,
it lived in the way
silence shivered.
It wasn’t for you.
Nor for me.
Falling into the void,
breathing deeply,
wrong dose,
low pulse,
anxiety in my veins —
I fell silent too.
And for a moment,
I was the entire Universe
forgetting its own center,
and reliving its birth.
Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 8:58 AM UTC
In a breeze of timid whispers
and with wary downcast eyes
the secret world was opened
to where true depth of feeling lies.
With each step, stories were told
and a tapestry of intimacy unfolded.
to dare or not to dare
to care or not to care.
In the dog-days of romance,
those are the calls
that lovebirds must answer.
Jul 20, 2023
Jul 20, 2023 at 7:57 AM UTC
She was silent a mute, or so they thought.
Butterflies would frequent her abode.
Dancing around a kaleidoscope of words fluttering
around her, she was like a lantern in the dark
and they seemed to be drawn to her.
But where colour was imbued above,
below in unseen hollow spaces,
there were remnant glimmers.
Fragmentation's of what was but deathly hues
enveloped in the frigid cadaverous silence.
There was no flying from where they'd fell,
like autumn's leaves falling off the
tree of life now they were obscurity.
No one knew that she was able to talk,
but she was an empath,
collecting the negativity of those
around her.
Everyone thought she was in a mood.
She'd just look at them with sad eyes.
But she played it cool to everyone around her.
They're all happy but she whispered all
the woes of every word expelled,
she tried to play it cool..
But when she told the butterflies what she knew they
feel frigid, cold.
They wanted her company, but they hid under her
bed hiding the depression that fractured
there every movement.
She always tried to show positivity,
but the shards cut her feet underneath her
bed.
But above was rainbows where beneath the
fragmentation of emotions screamed.
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 6:18 PM UTC
I can fly with birds of sorrow,
I can fly with twisted wings.
I can fly like there’s no tomorrow,
I can sing like many springs.
People are but lonely birds,
Calling, calling, to be heard,
By other birds, by anyone,
Yet each bird keeps flying on.
Not ever pausing, to stop and hear
A lonely voice, calling dear,
The voices are lost, the voices are found
In the sound of the song, the song of the sound.
But I can fly on lonely waters
And stop to sing with lonely souls,
I can linger on the frontier,
And stop to sing, all alone.
I can soar above the clouds
Watching for someone worth singing with
Watching for someone in the crowds
A singer of songs, a legend, a myth.
But the sky is still grey, so bleak and dark,
Of blackness and unwanted things,
So I fly, as lonely as a lark,
Singing alone, on whispered wings.
Jun 26, 2020
Jun 26, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
wake up. wake up now.
listen. closer. can you hear?
a heart. yours. beating.
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
youthful years, now reduced
when right angles were obtuse
find my path of lost tracks
feathered freight in the caboose
falling sand, hour glass
shades the moon from the cracks
'neath the back porch lies the dog
who howls when sand runs out
whispered winds
don't you lie
and try to save my sins
whispered winds
don't you lie
don't you die
dreary days, losing weight
i call out but cannot say
what is wrong, i'm ok
let's talk the ******** fake
fever chills, alone to face
california king's embrace
i stretch out, all my regrets
and dream of an escape
whispered winds
don't you lie
and try to save my sins
whispered winds
don't you lie
don't you die
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 11:41 PM UTC
She wrote his name on the seashore, along with what she never told. Taking a step back, she let the turbulent waves crash upon the shoreline and wipe away it all away. She let the words be taken back by the retrieving waves, letting them be lost in the sea. Inhaling the cold air that made every cell of her shiver she hoped one day the words will be whispered by the breeze from the sea.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
May even your shadows burn bright so I can find them always
Or let your light be so shadowed that I may sleep in the glory
I will leave the shallow summer and wade into your deep winter
live in the seasons that keep in your favor
All I ask is that years take on forever
for time to keep us anchored
Yes all that I ask is that I shall ask at all and should you listen
anything can be rewritten
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
This year,
love has so many more meanings than the last.
Love takes up more of the space in which emptiness lived until now.
This year, love can be definable,
or not.
I've learned that some types of love do not sound like
"I love you"
but can only be felt.
In the kind touches of a companion,
of a new little sister,
or of your cats.
Love that can only be seen,
in the pictures of you and your best friend at a party,
in the face of someone who will stay on the line until you say goodbye first,
in your co-star on stage when you realize you've got it down.
Love that can be defined, but only in the obscurist of ways
because who are we kidding; we're teenagers.
"You are so good"
"I can't wait to see where life takes you"
become immense words of love.
Love only whispered,
in paying for your friend's coffee,
in adding a special touch on a card,
in promising to run away with your best friend when she shows up crying about her mother.
Love,
a light touch of mysticism, the kind that makes you stay out late talking in a Walmart parking lot,
the kind that fills you when you make plans to run away to the city after graduation,
the kind that takes you 40 minutes to get lost in before realizing it.
This year was spent loving,
maybe not even myself most of the time, but loving nonetheless.
A swift movement, a soft turn,
and here we are.
A new year of undefinable, definable, mystical, whispered, and purposeful love.
I can't wait to see where life takes us next.
Jan 23, 2017
Jan 23, 2017 at 5:30 PM UTC
I would wonder what happened to
the nightmares that were vanquished
by my father, as I was a lingering
in repetition of night terrors.
He had held me in implications of what
was unseen in his eyes but birthed on my
brow in lingering sweat, never was his
thoughts of his own only mine confused.
He would rock me too thoughts of a rocking
chair, that nodded me of to a simpler sleep.
And he would wait to see If shadows pierced
that thin veil between dreams and a silent night.
I awoke one morning in the arms of my father,
his eye black, and I asked what happened daddy?
He said the darkness tried to make you cry so I asked
politely for then to quietly leave.
"excuse me please leave my son in slumber,
*I whispered words in your ears, I know where you
live, in the darkness and this is light,*
Turning on the light of a hallway drowned out a voice
deep inside you, and in there final yearing to grow inside
but quenched washed away in light it hit back and faded.
And that's what happened to daddies eye and I'm proud.
The light will always be on too show those dreams that
daddy is in the light and will always be here for you.
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
The flower was there
Most innocently , soft, silky
Full of fragrance.
My mind couldn't hold.
It went over it,
Smelt & erupted in joy.
And the flower whispered:
Enough,
I'm fulfilled.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
Do you see what I see
I am the news
******
Death,
Suicide
Was It them or me
The lines are blurring
Between what was
And was is real
There is blood on my palms
Is it theirs, mine or yours
What is happening to me,
Screams of those lying on the floor
Tears,
Blood,
Fear
Fills the eyes as they no what is next,
What to expect, I whisper words
"Not spoken by my lips"
As I look a light shines down
Am I ascending to heaven,
Then I look to my left, Televisions
Show my face in a ****** crowd.
"I made the news"
A face seen in a crowd of light,
"Freeze"
"Hand On Your Head"
I hear their words as I raise shaking hands
"I didn't do this"
"That's not what your hand says"
I glance up as a blade duck taped to
My quivering hand. blood drips off
And I see that reality is sinking in,
"Hands on your head"
As I realise everything was me,
"Last chance on you knees"
As blurred moments flood through,
"I am what I am"
"Hi mum if your watching I made the news"
As lead rains upon me, I look up and see
Light,
Fading,
Darkness,
Envelopes my sight, the last thing I hear is
My own voice
"I made the news, I made........"
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:01 AM UTC
I wanted to believe you.
I wanted to believe all the lies you told me.
I knew you were lying.
I knew from the beginning it was all just a game.
But yet every time you whispered,
Whispered into my ear how beautiful I am,
I believed.
Believed more than the last
That someone like you
Could ever care about me.
But now I know.
I don’t mean anything
To you.
I never did.
Nor ever will.
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
*Sitting in my window seat
looking at the stars, the sky
blackish red, with tiny lights anew...
Setting sun was dreamy
with pink,
blues and purples and sometimes violet
shinning all at once ...
The sun sets, the sky darkens
and my love for you, skims through
ages of color, your touch, holds me
and it seeps through every cloud
every word, that you write, every heart
that rejoices, of colors...
As we lay in each others dreams
as we touch each other minds
.. the kiss I feel every time you speak,
every tear that falls that you brush away.....
Your pen sends love with every stroke
and as my heart breaks you kiss it thousand times
you the one that lifts me up and tells me ,
you that pushes me and touches my face
you that tells me i am worthy,
you my love that is everything ....
As the fire burns, as the love stirs
and I see you far away, the air stirs
the sun sets again.... and there it is
our colors mix inside our different worlds
but you love me anyway ....
The whispered words
between our souls, my red satin dress
twirling around our legs, as you dance me
into your life ....
Kisses forever... my love*
Debbie Brooks 2014
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:48 AM UTC