549. Unheard

Words are torturous,

They bleed from the tongue,

And stain the speaker,

With songs unsung.

For thieves steal,

And sadists rend,

Each thought and phrase,

To savor or spend.

Speech is perilous,…

And overrated,

As mouths full of blood,

Become tasteless, and hated.

Unable to speak,

Coagulated throats suffocate,

On loneliness and misery,

And festering hate.

Words are torturous,

They bleed from the tongue,

Until they choke the speaker,

With thoughts unstrung,

Unheard,…

Unsung.

K. Aldaya, 6/15/21

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528. Gone

I could scream, and yell, and tell you off,

But why even bother?

When you’re determined to misunderstand me.

I’m always the loser. The criminal. The other.

There’s no use in talking to those who can not hear,

And there is no use in waiting in a line,

When you’re always in the rear.

Nothing gained, and more time lost.

Time’s so precious…

It’s too high a cost!

So I won’t pay with my time anymore,

Nor wait for another attack.

I’ve turned and walked away from you,

And I’m not coming back.

K. Aldaya, 12/2/20

GIF: From The Vampire Diaries; https://weheartit.com/entry/310251927

421. Misunderstood

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You’ll never understand. I know.

It’s just the way it is.

You’ll never understand how I feel,

And I’m glad. It is what it is.

You’ll never understand why I,

Am the way I am.

You’ll always see me as less than you;

And it’s okay. I am what I am.

You’ll never understand, yet still,

I wish you’d at least try;

Though I don’t blame you for not wanting to,

Life is short and too soon we die.

You’ll never understand, my dear,

How much I wish to be…

Free from the blueprints of memory.

Wave goodbye. What will be, will be.

K. Aldaya, 1/4/18

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393. Rash Acuity

You speak fast and spew your words,

All over the place.

Without care you spread your thoughts,

Devoid of depth or grace;

Then look at me with judging eyes,

Awaiting swift reply,

To signify my intelligence,

Based on how quickly my words fly.

Pardon me, while I contemplate,

On how little time you take,

To make absolute assumptions,

And trust the conclusions you make.

I am not that sure of myself,

I’m afraid that it is true.

I always question everything,

And ponder hard and long when I do.

So if you’re awaiting fast reply,

Don’t bother waiting around.

I don’t really care if you think me daft,

When you can’t see my need to expound.

Leave me alone with my thoughts,

And I’ll think until I’m weary.

For there are no absolutes to me,

Only the most plausible theory.

Please take your judgments elsewhere,

There are far better things to do,

Then converse with someone so shallow,

As to judge as rashly as you do.

K. Aldaya, 4/24/17

168. Complaints Are For Those With Nothing to Complain About

Don’t complain to me ’bout your life.

You have friends and family true.

Don’t tell me you are in such strife,

When so many care for you.

I have no one but myself.

My family and friends a-few.

Each only seem to think of their self.

A life so completely not like you!

I have no one. None at all,

To give strength to grasp the wall,

So I won’t perish in this fall….

Down a hole you wouldn’t fit through.

K. Aldaya, 9/23/05

Picture: “Falling Down The Rabbit Hole” by Bradi Wells on flickr; https://www.flickr.com/photos/bradi/2797166439/