June 7, 2010
I'm calling out to you.
I'm calling,
But I am a mute.
Can you hear my silent cries?
All I can do is hope that you have such impossible power.
Hope is all I can do,
For I want you to see the pain in my eyes that have drowned in the past.
My mind wallows in the memories.
You look,
But you do not see.
My soul has been open to you for many moons,
But you do not care.
The human mind is selfish,
And does not look as far as the condition of the soul of others.
I'm calling for you.
Not calling,
But screaming.
Screams that do not reach any further than my internal conscious mind.
My mind has been lined with sound proof walls,
Blocking any hope of reaching you that I may have had before.
I wish you could hear me.
I wish you would listen.
All I can do is hope for such impossible things.
Yet hope lies there.
The hope that you will open your eyes and see that my screams are stronger than what the ear can hear.
I hope that you will open your eyes and see that I need you.
I need you to break down my sound proof walls.
I need you to hear me.

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AllieInjection said...
Aug. 4, 2010 at 9:12 pm

Okay, so I've decided Ima hook you up to this machine that will probably pop out of no where, press this huge lime green button, and transfer your depressing poetry writing skills to me (: Haha, I love you and you are so talented! (: Keep it up!


Bronte_Elise replied...
Aug. 4, 2010 at 9:37 pm
Hahaha! Thanks! Love you too!
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