Whispers Poetry.

[whisp.]

i know it's not like, the best. but i have a few i'll post everynow and then. yeah. xD

Stillness
Breathlessly standing, my heart’s forming ice.
I feel in a daze and I put my fake smile on just for you.
Only a few know what I’m like inside.
A danger.
A bother.
Annoyed.
It is only I, though, that can say how I’m truly feeling.
And those feelings are mine alone.
Sorry sweetie, but I’m not sharing my heart and soul.
I’m still confused and naïve, lost to words on a page.
I don’t know you, you don’t know me.
And I bet if you saw what I was really like inside, you wouldn’t want to be mine either.
I’m different from what I seem,
looks are always deceiving.
I can appear to be the most well put together girl, but be hurting inside.
I panic at the thought of disaster...
The tiny threads of life holding my friends together.
I breathe in air and out toxic chatter.
I try not to be hurtful but my gaze can be icy.
I slip into a world of no sympathy…
I’m done. And so is this.

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Tumbling
When it comes to the silence, I quiver.
A lost soul testing the dry lips of speechlessness.
Sometimes I fear that I will be sucked in…
Tumbling……
Falling……
Gone.
Gone to a sea of voices in which my own will never be heard.
We strive to make a difference but cower at the thought of uniqueness.
Where would the world be if no one broke from their shell?
The yearning act on desire but the lost wander without destination.
Hoping, dreaming, wanting to perhaps stumble upon their own answer without trying.
Know that all work is earned and all journeys end eventually and that life wouldn’t be life without a little…..
tumbling.