"softspoken" poems
You are intricate.
Tracing neurotransmissions down your spinal column,
from freckle to L4,
turning slow motor momentum.
It's my weighted moment,
my wordplay peachfuzz.
Silence, silencio, silent night,
simple sectors seething softly,
like a whistling tea kettle with
mutational falsetto (puberphonia).
Words are flowing,
just tripping their way around my e lin- sheath.
If I had to guess,
I would assume that neurochemical firings occur to the beat of softspoken dubstep.
Oct 20, 2011
Oct 20, 2011 at 10:58 PM UTC
Boy meets girl
Boy really likes her
Boys fallin' in love
Nothin' can come between em'
But girl kinda likes him
Every time she see him
She leave him heart broken
Cause boy's softspoken
With makeups to break ups
Boy wants this figured out
Girl wants to kick him out
Boy never had love
But she don't really have love
So Love is dyin' ***
Its time for you to run
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
softspoken
i feel the simplicity of my attraction
elevate until you are no longer someone
who i can handle being
intangible
i dream of your lips on mine
rays of sun escaping from the corner of
that playful smirk that
haunts my halted concentration.
when i see you with her
feel your hand enclose hers
it feels as if
all of the sun in your eyes had been
overturned
a spilled glass of cough syrup
too sweet to taste on my tongue.
your smile forever on my mind
i shudder at the sound of your name
can't escape the effervescence of everything i'll never have.
i love you.
you will never know.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
I'd like to ask you to repeat what you just said but I'm afraid to ask.
I've never been able to bring myself to ask anything, in fear of being wrong or sounding dumb.
This is a predicament, without questions I don't know what I'm doing but I cannot force myself to ask you.
I cannot ask you to make an exception for me either, for I don't speak up at all.
How does one just ask a question? I freak out about just speaking.
I can't even speak up above my name being pronounced wrong!
Could you please repeat your explanation? I'm softspoken and don't like speaking.
I can't bring myself to physically ask you so I just look miserable until you ask what's wrong.
Questions. It's all I have, yet I can't bring myself to say anything.
These anxieties I have are dead weight, I can't keep going.
I hate it all. Why can't I speak up? Why can't I ask questions? What's wrong with me?
Am I incorrect?
It's all the same depressing thoughts. "You're never going to make it through life."
I hear it every day. The same phrase. It repeats itself, something I could never do.
I can't feel anything because of this, I feel the need to repress it.
I'm going to ask again; could you please repeat yourself?
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
And so
went the rose
with her lively red and
gleaming blossoms
and i, the iris
softspoken and hushed
by her loud appeal
And so
she paced as I
watched her beauty
and grace as I
smelled her sweet perfume
And
so
she thought she wasn't
gorgeous
but i was the one
who was gorgeous
what is gorgeous
but a word for the
masses
and so
say i to the rose
do you feel the same next to
me as you do
the other roses
how can i
she says
out there i am
not in the presence of
such beauty
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 4:50 PM UTC
i've been silent for a while
my words hold a numb distance
all simple and docile
it will return, but for now, good riddance
the waves no longer rage
or beg for me to stay
and the winter is passing
and for air, i'm no longer gasping
i am breathing and i am grounded
i am solidified and no longer broken
some sort of tranquility, i've found it
but it's left me so softspoken.
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
your soul
a purple field
of dreams
softspoken
dewy flowers
outpouring love
its covering
uprooting weariness
uplifting the spirit
Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 1:53 AM UTC
Every day I want to go home
Every day I want to go home,
When it rains, when my heart pours,
when I smile, when I frown
Every day I feel a little bit closer to forgetting about it
remaking the nest that was once ours,
yours and mine,
mine and yours,
but then again it all comes crashing back to me,
I feel like curling up inside myself
and living in my memories
For how softspoken they are,
It's a warmth I can't replace, so easily
So when I'm scared, I feel so drawn
Again and again,
In reckless awareness
Every day.
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 1:13 PM UTC
The boy really likes her
Boy's fallin' in love
Nothin' could come between them
But Girl kind of likes him
So every time she sees him
She leaves him heartbroken
Cause Boy's softspoken
So
Girl manipulates him with makeup to breakups
Cuz Boy ain't got his cake up
And can't take her shoppin'
So
Boy's self-conscious
So every little bit, he gets
He emptying his pockets
To spend it on She
But She doesn't see a future with him
Cause
The girl kinda stuck-up
Through all of the fits
The boy still loves her
Boy still committed
But
The girl ain't with it
So she doesn't visit much
He doesn't have a whip
So
They don't get to kick it
So Boy misses Girl
But Girl stays distant
Phone calls shorter than a ******
Now he gets it
He can't let go
Cause every time she tries to end it
Boy tries to fix it
The boy wants this figured out
The girl's trying to kick him out
But boy's tryin' to figure out
Just how to make it work cause
The boy never had love
But she doesn't really have love
So they don't really have love
Pretending as it hurts her to leave him
So Girl's crying while listing the reasons
Believing all that **** she's shovelling
Love is dyin' ***
And I ain't tryna fight to get you to wind up with a sheet of tissue
I'm done, darling
Cause all this bawling won't convince you but
I think about it sometimes
Apr 12, 2019
Apr 12, 2019 at 7:33 PM UTC