"The Reality of My Words"

I will not scream
To simply be heard
Too often
I’ve grown hoarse
Tired
And mute

For my words
Strung together
Speak
Reality
Whether you listen
Or not
The funny thing is
On my side of the story
This silence
Is deafening

It reminds me
Words
Have always been kind to me
Feeding me
Sustaining me
Reassuring me
My safety
And my insecurity
Undeniably
Written
Like scripture
My eyes feast
The words roll off my tongue
As I mouth the divine prophecy
I digest each syllable
The words seek reverie
Within
My heart and soul dance
The rhythm of each phrase
Beats against my brain
It wraps its way around
My every breath
My every heartbeat
I become
Poetry

Perhaps though
You are illiterate

You used to read me
Like the open book
That I am
I fear my literary content
Which once inspired you
Now
Its effect
Is dulled
By the sound of your silence

But my words
I know
Will never fail me

"Couch Thoughts"

Most nights
Lately anyway
I live inside this 4-walled world
Waiting with anticipation
For anything out of the ordinary
To occur

Yet
Here I am
…
Waiting
…

I skim through pages
Seeking answers
Trying to live for the moment
Apparently the future
Is meant to be discovered
Not planned

I pose the question:
Whose rules am I playing by?
What for?
Why?

If it’s about trust
My gut provides the means to an end
If it’s about guts
Well then
I say
Try me
If it’s about truth
Or beauty
Or passion
Or undeniable rage
Here’s my heart
Bleeding
Attempting to leave its mark

Fucking notice me