"vioces" poems
certain touches go through me like knifes and I can't look you in the eyes but I'm just like you I bleed red and my eyes are blue I just see the world In a different view but that doesn't mean I can't feel too epathy is different for me I feel it and I know it but I don't know how to show it I am like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole but blending in is good for my soul the sounds of life make me cringe that is when I become unhinged can't filter out vioces choose my own choices I wish there was a way to show people I still care and even if you don't see me in a crowd I am still there
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Language, being what it is, our vioces what they are
when all are well and healthy their
mind makes musical sounds,
calibrated by breathing
tones across the chest,
we learned to count
and swear an oath to the master of a universe.
Come and count with me.
Open a dialogue to sound and
count, tone, rhythm, wind blowing free,
cows, baboons, birds chattering in a tree,
where these unnamed things are given names
by the Troglodyte friend and me.
Ajerry 10-29-13 near halloween
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
I am back,
And very happy for that,
To resume my work long neglected,
Yet these pages and vioces here,
Full of depression and negativity!
Oh jeez, I have my work cut out for me!
Let this then be a Declaration!
To make those sighs and grunts go away,
This I vow to do today.
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
I've wanted to ****
I've wanted to die
Sometimes at the same time
Sometimes not
Vioces that run the world
Based on a type of body
We have the same blood
"Blood that must be spilled"
Were you lucky with your gender?
Or are you just a girl?
Is your purpose to be silent? To obey?
No. Our purpose is to live
Be happy.
To laugh. To love.
Not fear
A perfect world.
Instead we want to ****
Or die
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
The song is ended
But...
the melody lingers on
Because
There is two vioces in one song
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 3:17 AM UTC