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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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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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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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
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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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My Soul is a Lock Without a Key 