Unspoken
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Unspoken, unidentified tragedies ...
I wonder if bad news and devastation are better delivered
With the merciless blow, like finding out you'll die just before Christmas
I had a smile to give you but I hesitated
I waited until you looked away and then all the sudden my smile snuck out of the back door of my mind and then there was nothing
I waited
there like a light
never a light through
while joy was the virus
flourishing inside of you.
to access it out of will
or live your life in cheat
the heart created in love
Eyes wide
And stinging
With tears
Feeling so light
And heavy
Without fears
Warmth growing
And fertilized
By thanks
And gratitude
And a smile
Quiet but there
One of the hardest things I do
Is talk to you.
It doesn't happen until I snap,
And all hell breaks loose.
I try to tell you,
But the words are impossible to find.
When I do my best it is dismissed.
A foggy night, dizzying heights, the heady scent of the things he tries to fight
Thunder crashing, his heart's thrashing, raindrops splashing, nature's might
Safe and sound, enclosed around him, a resounding consequential roar
I feel the sylables
Nesting within my breast
Effectively avoiding spillage
Emptied from my clenched lips
Destroying the illusion
Held of prefection
Enclosing the unspoken
I feel as though life is racing past me and i am powerless to stop it. I'm trapped in a sea of emotions with no purpose. Who am i you ask? I am the average girl who almost had a future.
The old and the brokenAre out-spoken though never heardNo one sees they're out-goin'When they're un-brokenAre they old and broken?Or are they young and miss-spoken?
Who are you, they ask
But how can I tell you when I'm not even sure myself
What are your dreams, they ask
Do you really think I could admit them to you, when they terrify me so
Where are you going, they ask
albino skin, golden scales
i once saw you in a nightmare
man and woman declaring disinterest
as they sit idle in a car wash
pink raincoat girl, why do you put so much pepper in your soup?
Listening to them speak, acting as if I care.
I have a new technique, this blank expression I wear.
I show no hint of emotions, or feelings deep inside.
I just go through the motions, and push my thoughts aside.
There is truth to your word,
As my walls come down.
When you're around
Something unpredictable,
Something unspeakable
Even unexplained.
Yet our lips speak of it softly
Will the slightest touch burn?
I'm shutting down
What else am I to do?
Till you come around
Till then I'll wait for you
So broken
How I feel inside
words unspoken
All these feelings denied
When you leave a night with unfinished words and unspoken feelings,
You’re left with these emotions that cast on for a year,
trying to fit in a day;
Impossible feelings you never thought possible,
