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Unmuted
All eyes placed, focusing on the missing words that could not escape my lips.
Everything seemed so close,
You seemed so distant.
So far; if I were to call to you, the chances of you hearing me would possibly be…
I wished for forever, my thoughts and dreams I had pinned them up upon this white board and this script that I had written was meant to showcase my ability to grow.
My words were chosen for specific reasons, they were meant to touch and feel the vessels that are racing within your veins.
My monotone voice was supposed to be as smooth as bourbon, as tasteful as your favorite piece of candy.
Back and forth, back and forth I pace I as I attempt to gather my thoughts,
My body dance as I dry my hands upon my pants.
I guess this would have been the best time to prove how good my tolerance is,
However, there was no hiding the fact that I was just as faded as the thoughts that were within my head.
I turn mute whenever you shoot down my advances.
Recently I have had to excuse my heart from outside its room.
This would explain why I am no longer able to investigate you.
Tell me, how do you love someone who is constantly shutting you out?
How do you throw a stone at a window that never seems to shout?
Do you continue to toss the stone?
Or do you just give up?
You don’t recognize my feelings because you are choosing to ignore the signs around you.
Although I have realized that you cannot hear me, I am almost 100 percent sure that you can clearly see my mouth moving.
Everyone can see my mouth moving.
Yet that doesn’t seem to matter.
Because no one can hear my voice.
I have never felt so frustrated.
Is this how it feels to be defeated?
Am I…losing this battle?
Or are we losing this battle?
I never knew how lonely it would be to sit outside and watch life continue to run into a brick wall repeatedly.
Until the day came when I realized that I am not being heard…not because my words were set on mute.
It is because we may have or are nearing the climax of our story.
And now everyone is now waiting to witness the breakdown…of my heart.
Everything seemed so close,
You seemed so distant.
So far; if I were to call to you, the chances of you hearing me would possibly be…
I wished for forever, my thoughts and dreams I had pinned them up upon this white board and this script that I had written was meant to showcase my ability to grow.
My words were chosen for specific reasons, they were meant to touch and feel the vessels that are racing within your veins.
My monotone voice was supposed to be as smooth as bourbon, as tasteful as your favorite piece of candy.
Back and forth, back and forth I pace I as I attempt to gather my thoughts,
My body dance as I dry my hands upon my pants.
I guess this would have been the best time to prove how good my tolerance is,
However, there was no hiding the fact that I was just as faded as the thoughts that were within my head.
I turn mute whenever you shoot down my advances.
Recently I have had to excuse my heart from outside its room.
This would explain why I am no longer able to investigate you.
Tell me, how do you love someone who is constantly shutting you out?
How do you throw a stone at a window that never seems to shout?
Do you continue to toss the stone?
Or do you just give up?
You don’t recognize my feelings because you are choosing to ignore the signs around you.
Although I have realized that you cannot hear me, I am almost 100 percent sure that you can clearly see my mouth moving.
Everyone can see my mouth moving.
Yet that doesn’t seem to matter.
Because no one can hear my voice.
I have never felt so frustrated.
Is this how it feels to be defeated?
Am I…losing this battle?
Or are we losing this battle?
I never knew how lonely it would be to sit outside and watch life continue to run into a brick wall repeatedly.
Until the day came when I realized that I am not being heard…not because my words were set on mute.
It is because we may have or are nearing the climax of our story.
And now everyone is now waiting to witness the breakdown…of my heart.
Published 2nd Oct 2023
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2nd Oct 2023 2:15am
Well, it is quite refreshing to see your emotional intellect overspill onto your canvass, my King, I do hope in your absence, you have been well; physically, mentally, and spiritually.
Your words as always feels like a message from the heart, ordained by your mind, and once you allow them to breathe, they are like reading a touching masterpiece in progress.
Enjoy the reminder of your Sunday evening as I wish you a promising Monday and each day going forward may they get better than the last.
Happy October to you...
Your words as always feels like a message from the heart, ordained by your mind, and once you allow them to breathe, they are like reading a touching masterpiece in progress.
Enjoy the reminder of your Sunday evening as I wish you a promising Monday and each day going forward may they get better than the last.
Happy October to you...
9th Oct 2023 10:12am
Thank you, I am working on becoming more active with both my writing as well as reading others material. All has been well overall and hopefully all is well on your end. I truly appreciate the feedback as well as the positive energy. I pray that your day, week, month and year is filled with positivity and accomplishments.
Till next time be well and be blessed.
Till next time be well and be blessed.
9th Oct 2023 6:18pm
