Humanity used and hurt me for it’s gain,
And when I cried out in pain,
It consumed my voice.
Fear and suspicion pervaded all the stars.
They claimed “theirs”, of what was ours,
And eclipsed the sun.
Now I pine in this interstellar darkness,
Writing on of my distress,
And though it may be useless,…
Send it into space.
K. Aldaya, 11/15/21
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I place my hands in front of you,
Though you do not see,
And I ask myself,
“Why do I do this to me?”.
I try and cry for sight,
In a world of the blind,
And expect to be seen,…
Out of sight,…out of mind.
I place my hands in front of you,
And you do not even know.
I wished for years to be like you,…
Now I’m just going to go.
K. Aldaya, 8/29/21
Picture: From The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo; https://weheartit.com/entry/328118982
It shouldn’t have needed to be said,
If you were going to hear.
Speaking is not hearing,
And silence is not absence,…
I am here.
A thousand upon a thousand words.
Lifetimes of echoing noise,
Drifted away, …unheard.
And I’ve always been waiting,..
Silently, in the noise,…
To be heard.
K. Aldaya, 8/14/21
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We’ll never belong anywhere,
‘Cause we were not let in.
The world forgot that we were here,
And left us all alone.
We’ll never get to live or age,
‘Cause time passed long ago.
The world turns another page,
And we’re nothing but a tale…
Another ancient story,
To be told, and then forgot.
For the world says we are history,
And only we know, we are not.
K. Aldaya, 02/25/20
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No one has time for me.
They’re too busy living.
They look away and don’t see,
How much that I need them.
It’s too complicated.
Too complex for a quick fix,
And everyone’s jaded,
By instant reward culture.
There is no time to care,
So I’m blamed for my state,
Of hopelessness and despair;
And stepped on as they pass…
Running: So they won’t know,
How deeply they have stomped me,
And how far below,…
I lie in humanities’ dust.
K. Aldaya, 1/7/20
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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 