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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539. It’s Hard to Believe…So Don’t

You don’t want to believe,

And you do not care,

Because you do not have to.

You live comfortably…

Unaware.

For you will not believe,

What you have not known;

So, you’ll cast away my words,

Leaving me in silence…

All alone.

I don’t want to believe,

Though I have no choice.

Living is the greatest proof,

That I can not trust you,…

With my voice.

K. Aldaya, 5/18/21

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524. Mirageneers

People say so much, and yet,

Have so little to say;

And when you try to speak on truth,

They then huff, and walk away.

Why should I trust anyone?

And why make any sound?

When my voice leaves on the wind,

Will they care if it is found?

My voice bled into the air.

Got lost: Grew starved and cold;

Which never would have happened,

If they’d have let the truth be told.

So, there’s no use in talking.

Who’s listening anyway?

No one cares if you don’t speak;

They just don’t want you to say,….

Anything to sabotage,

Or divert them away,…

From their mirage.

K. Aldaya, 8/5/20

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506. My Feelings Are Mine, Not Yours

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You’re mad at me ’cause I don’t talk,

When there are so many reasons why.

One is that nothing I say is right.

People believe what they want, so why try?

You don’t care that I am silent.

You care that you can’t manipulate.

If staying safe’s a slight against you,

It’s precisely why I absquatulate;

‘Cause of course I have my reasons.

However, you don’t care about those.

In fact, you solely care ’bout yourself.

Through the years your selfishness only grows.

Sorry you do not own my soul,

Where words and musings are mine to hide.

So go on assuming and shaming.

You can’t steal away what I feel inside.

My feelings are mine, not yours!

K. Aldaya, 1/12/20

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488. Migraine in the Explain

Speak…No one hears a peep…

Inside myself, I fall asleep;

Tired of trying to explain.

I am but a migraine,

Which hurts too much to think.

Mute…No one cares a hoot…

Inside myself, there’s a dispute.

Screams and wishes to explain;

Yet, no one hears a migraine…

They hurt too much to say.

K. Aldaya, 8/27/19

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