TheSilent Loudness Poems
What's normal to you is perplexing to me
What you see as strange is my daily routine
I watch all the glares you think I don't see
I'd like you to stop, but I know you won't leave
It's sad, it's a shame, it's truly a waste
That your body remains, still taking up space
That you continue to breathe your spiteful breath
All the years of hatred-can you give it a rest?
You're society, the'in-crowd', the popular few
That fail to realize us outcasts are here too
So from your mouth when hatred is fleeing
Just remember: we're not really being different, We're ...
A Dream Of Me
This is how it shall be done:
nary crafted, never wrung.
It will be between those who speak of nothing
and the ones who cower will find it deeply troubling.
'It' shall be alive for it IS alive!
A life not lived is hardly worth examining,
The edge of the knife is hardly ever maddening