POETRY
SOMETIMES SILENCE SPEAKS VOLUMES
SOMETIMES SILENCE SPEAKS VOLUMES
SOMETIMES VOLUMES ARE SILENT
WHEN ONE DOESN'T CARE TO READ THEM
NO MATTER HOW MANY ARE SENT
THEN THERE ARE SOME
WHO ARE JUST TOO DUMB
TO EVEN KNOW WHAT WAS MEANT
IN BETWEEN THE IN BETWEEN
IN BETWEEN THE IN BETWEEN
WHAT ARE YOU IMAGINING
YOU MIGHT FIND
IN YOUR MIND
BEYOND THE BEYOND
ON AND ON
AWAKE OR ASLEEP
AS YOU GO DEEP
IN A LUCID DREAM
HOW DOES IT SEEM
REAL OR SURREAL
HOW DOES IT FEEL
EVEN JUST READING ABOUT IT
DO YOU BELIEVE IT OR DOUBT IT
THE SEQUEL
I THINK THIS SEQUEL WILL BE BETTER THAN THE FIRST
CUZ LAST TIME AROUND LESSONS WERE LEARNED
GREAT EXPECTATIONS WITH THE DREAM TEAM
OFF TO A GREAT START YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN
THEIR INTENTION TO END THE CORRUPTION
THAT HAS CAUSED SO MUCH DISRUPTION
I'M SURE THEY ARE ON THE RIGHT TRACK
AND WE ALL SHOULD HAVE THEIR BACK
THEY ARE WORKING FOR ALL OF US
FINALLY A GOVERNMENT WE CAN TRUST
THE SENSELESS OPPOSITION
THEY DON'T GIVE A DAMN
ABOUT TRUMP'S PLAN
TO MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
THEY PREFER CORRUPTION
WITHOUT INTERRUPTION
THE SENSELESS OPPOSITION
IT'S NONSENSE TO ME
I PREFER TO BE FREE
ON THE EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE
ON THE EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE
IT'S A LONG WAY DOWN
AND THERE'S NO ONE AROUND
TO CATCH ME IF I FALL
FOR JUST A MOMENT THINK OF THIS
WHICH DO YOU PREFER
TO GO UP OR DOWN
LIKE STAIRS FOR INSTANCE
LIKE WHEN CLIMBING A TREE
IT SEEMS EASIER TO ME
TO CLIMB UP THAN DOWN
SAME WITH STAIRS I'VE FOUND
IF ON THE EDGE OF THE PRECIPICE
YOU JUST TURN AROUND
YOU MAY NOT BE BOUND
TO FALL AT ALL
STOP LIGHT POLLUTION
IT'S OUR GOD GIVEN RIGHT
TO SEE THE STARS AT NIGHT
Invisible Inferno
In the cacophony of existence, a voice strains—
Forty-plus years of searching,
A lifetime of pains.
Words crumble to ash, unheard and unseen,
Lost in society's vast, indifferent machine.
Neurodivergent synapses spark and sputter,
A mind wired differently, thoughts all a-flutter.
Autism's maze, ADHD's relentless tide,
Trauma's shadows where nightmares reside.
Rejection's barbs, familiar as my own skin,
Each "no" a thorn, each silence a coffin.
Dysphoria whispers, "You don't belong here,"
In a world that sings harsh and unclear.
Nonbinary, queer, asexual—labels that confound,
A self yet unanchored, unsafe, unbound.
Isolation creeps, a suffocating shroud,
Drowning amid the indifferent crowd.
Empathy burns, a fire beneath the skin,
A curse, a gift, searing from within.
But who hears the helper's muffled plea?
Who sees the saviour drowning at sea?
Knowledge hard-earned through years of strife,
Wisdom gleaned from a fractured life.
Yet warnings fall on ears deafened by fear,
As others march blindly towards perils near.
The tribe remains elusive, a shimmering mirage,
Fading with each misunderstanding, each barrage
Of blank stares, of glances that never linger,
Of people who look, but fail to see the singer.
Helplessness learned, a bitter draught to swallow,
As hope's embers fade, leaving the heart hollow.
The voice grows hoarse, the weary spirit mired,
Unwanted, unseen, and uninspired.
In this abyss of unbelonging, deep and wide,
Echoes the cry of a soul with nowhere to hide.
For connection, for understanding, for home,
In a world where different means forever alone.
Senses overload: lights blind, sounds pierce,
The world a tempest, wild and fierce.
Touch that scorches, smells that choke and smother,
Each day a battle, one after another.
Yet still it burns, this invisible flame,
Flickering, sputtering, but never quite tame.
In the endless night, it stubbornly glows,
A beacon of self that nobody knows.
How long can it endure, this hidden pyre?
Will it fade from view or burn ever higher?
In the silence between heartbeats, it persists,
A testament to a life that still exists.
Desperate defiance in the dark
Desperate defiance in the dark
Voice vanishing, vaporised by virtual vitriol
Algorithms amplify absence, abandonment
Words once winged now wither, wane
Trauma's tendrils tighten, twist, torment
Silence. Deafening. Oppressive. Inescapable.
Childhood's cruel cacophony echoes, endures
Rape's raw rage resurfaces, relentless
Abuse's ache amplifies, accumulates
Gaslighting's glare grows, guts grace
A chill wind of indifference swept through the room, leaving me shivering and unseen.
Neurodivergent narratives, now nullified
Vestibular vertigo, vision vacillating
Fibrous fire flares, flays fragile flesh
Depression's darkness deepens, devastating
The empty chair across from me seemed to mock my solitude,
its vacant seat a cruel reminder of my isolation.
Social streams shrink, shrivelling slowly
Platforms purge purpose, passion, power
Identity invalidated, invisibility impending
Self-worth withers like wilting flower
In silence, I found solitude; in solitude, I embraced silence
Yet still, soft syllables simmer, survive
Waiting, whispering: "We will rise."
For even silenced, stifled, suppressed
The soul's song softly, surely sighs
Through the hollow halls, past the empty rooms,
beyond the echoing silence,
a single, defiant voice dared to speak
In the depths of this suffocating silence,
A flicker persists, refuses to die.
Though the world may try to extinguish our light,
We will rise, reclaim our stolen sky.
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TO CHANGE THIS FAIRY TALE
ONCE UPON A TIME
THE WORLD WAS ALL MIXED UP
THEIR LEADERS WERE INCLINED
TO CONSTANTLY MESS UP
THEN THE PEOPLE MADE A CHOICE
TO REALLY USE THEIR VOICE
TO FIND SOME WITH IDEALS
TO CLEAN UP THE MESS
YOU KNOW HOW GREAT THAT FEELS
TO FIND THAT SUCCESS
THEY REGAINED THEIR HOPE
FOR A BETTER WAY
THEY NO LONGER COPE
BUT THRIVE AS WELL THEY MAY
THEY JUST WENT OUT TO VOTE
FOR THE RIGHT CANDIDATE
YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO
CAN WE COUNT ON YOU
TO CHANGE THIS FAIRY TALE
TO ONE THAT WILL NOT FAIL
TO BRING A HAPPY ENDING
THAT'S WHAT WE ARE INTENDING