Words

We are the ones without a sound

Whose lips do not move

Who have always been silent.

 

Yet we speak with our eyes

Those burning yearning orbs

We call out with our minds

Screaming for help.

 

But this world

This cold cruel world

That favors not the weak

That requires one to speak

That turned its back on us

And slowly walked away

Has extended to us naught a helping hand

Has chosen to knock us away

A casual slap

Time

Time

And Time again.

 

You look at us, at me

Bemoan how pathetic are we

Where have our voices gone?

It is true that we do not speak

It is true that we often weep

It is true that our hearts are fragile glass

But who says we have no voice?

For in our words

Those inked-in shapes

Lay our very selves.

 

Author's Note

I didn't include much punctuation because I read through my work and I was having trouble with the rhythm; it should flow better this way.
Anyway, this poem is very much real. I don't often speak and I feel that I can't really express myself except through writing.

Reviews

[WhiteWillow]

This is a beautiful write. Your lack of puncation definitely works here. It has a very natural rythym and flow. Well written.

[DESTROYA]

"For in our words/ Those inked-in shapes/ Lay our very selves." My favorite line, too. Very nice

[Alana McGuire]

I'm really glad I happened upon this writing of yours. I can tell it's well thought out and I really really enjoy it.
I feel like I can relate well. I'm a quiet person; I don't feel the need to speak just to hear myself talk. But when I'm graced with a pencil and paper, it's like my voice is released through the pencil. It may not be enough for some people, but for some of us, it's pure bliss. :)
Thank you so much for writing this and expressing the thoughts of the silent everywhere. :)

[Archia]

"For in our words/ Those inked-in shapes/ Lay our very selves." They are definately my favourite lines and a perfect way to end the poem. It ties it all together are the end. The rhythm flowed quite well; I read it quickly, and when I do that it means the rhythm is good and I wasn't stumbling on anything. A beautiful poem, truly.

[GBU POETRY ONLY]

Yes, sitting at a computer and expressing oneself is far more comfortable then speaking verbally to a crowd but either way, we do get to speak and express our thoughts. The inked shapes are definitely my personal favorite... Also, writing makes our hearts more flexible & less harder than glass ... Power to the written word!
Thanks for sharing, IAG120

[Pi Cee]

I love this. "But who says we have no voice? For in our words Those inked-in shapes Lay our very selves" Is what really spoke, to me. Great write!

[behind.the.lights]

Isn't that the truth? I really connected with this poem cause I communicate less through voice than on paper. In fact, I rarely can communicate with voice what I do on paper. The rhyme scheme was wonderful. I loved the way this poem felt to say.

[Cassie Fraga]

It flowed beauty... I love the insight on this... very nice write indeed!!

[Inyourshadow]

Nice I love words and how with inflection they can change meaning so easily, you pen the inner turmoil of both this notion and of the heart and souls of men, for we like the words can change so easily with just the right or wrong conditions. I love the lines ~

for in those words
those inked-in shapes
lay our very selves

deep and quite truefully profound. Keep em' coming

[Abysmal Savant]

silhouettes changing colors with each emotion, still voiceless yet not unnoticed. i get a picture in my mind of the holocaust and people emaciated staring blankly through the barb wire. i feel desperation seeping through your quill- this is tight