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No words are needed,
The silence speaks for itself,
There is no need to form those words,
That you feel the need to say.
I can tell from you actions,
The small smile on your lips,
The twinkle in your eyes,
The skip in your step.
I can tell from the tears,
The broken heart,
The way you grip my hand tight,
The darkness in your soul.
I can tell from the knitted eyebrows,
You head cocked to the side,
Your mouth forming the question why,
The way your brain is working overtime.
I can tell by the shuffling in your step,
The clicking of your fingers,
The biting of your lip,
The feet that point inwards.
I can tell from your wide eyes,
Your limp form,
Your open mouth,
Your frozen eyes.
I can tell from the clenched fists,
The sharp movements,
The vibrating of your body,
The glare from your soul.
I can tell your mood,
From the way you move,
There is no need to speak,
I know exactly what you are going to say.
Sometimes the best way to say something,
Is to say nothing at all.
Nothing needs to be said,
Just hug me.
The silence speaks for itself,
There is no need to form those words,
That you feel the need to say.
I can tell from you actions,
The small smile on your lips,
The twinkle in your eyes,
The skip in your step.
I can tell from the tears,
The broken heart,
The way you grip my hand tight,
The darkness in your soul.
I can tell from the knitted eyebrows,
You head cocked to the side,
Your mouth forming the question why,
The way your brain is working overtime.
I can tell by the shuffling in your step,
The clicking of your fingers,
The biting of your lip,
The feet that point inwards.
I can tell from your wide eyes,
Your limp form,
Your open mouth,
Your frozen eyes.
I can tell from the clenched fists,
The sharp movements,
The vibrating of your body,
The glare from your soul.
I can tell your mood,
From the way you move,
There is no need to speak,
I know exactly what you are going to say.
Sometimes the best way to say something,
Is to say nothing at all.
Nothing needs to be said,
Just hug me.
Literature
Letter to the World
A note in a bottle,
a message for the world.
'If I scream as loud as I could,
would you be able to hear me?
Thrown into the ocean
for the sea to swallow
the single sentence.
As the sea swallows its prize
she lets out a horrible hollow cry
for the world to hear.
The world does nothing
but capture her scream
and store it for later
when it asks why she cries
and why she hurts.
For if she screams as loud as she could
would the world listen?
Or is it just a message in a bottle
meant to be swallowed by the sea?
Literature
Depression...
No, depression is not just getting sad.
It's a constant sadness that melts into your bones,
An indescribably heavy weight upon your shoulders,
Never mind your heart and soul.
It's believing so many lies (maybe because you've learned to accept them)
And no longer appreciating your self-worth.
Wishing you no longer existed, wishing yourself gone.
Depression holds you back from your dreams
And pulls you into a nightmare.
It takes full control of your existence.
It makes you never want to get out of bed,
And when you finally do,
You just want to get back in it.
But you know the hardest part?
Ignorant people.
Just.
Like.
You.
Literature
I'm fine
Through soulless eyes people see
all too constantly watch the world
that they believe had nothing for them.
Tears form, but no one sees,
no person even bothers to look,
yet it isn't like they don't notice.
When someone finally looks
and actually sees for once
they utter those few words,
that can change so much.
Are you okay?
The tear stained face looks up
and knows it's been seen
with a blink though
the tears are gone.
I'm fine.
The voice breaks,
but it is overlooked
as nothing important.
"Stop! I'm not okay!"
The internal voice screams,
but the silent mental call
is heard by no one.
And the crying form
that so brok
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I felt the need to compliment this.
Well, I'd seen these type of themes for writing before, so the originality is dialed down just a bit. It's just the way that you wrote it made it different. Writing these type of poems are hard and takes time.
Your technique is good: how you change a different emotion for each stanza, and to top it all off at the end, you told us what the silence and emotions meant, and what the person wanted.
The impact was great on me. It was as if I were being hit in the heart all at once, and this fuzzy feeling traveled through me and sent me off the edge. Seeing through silence and body language, and THEN actually writing it into a poem is very difficult. I know because I've tried before. But anyway, this poem effected me, and thanks to you, I know when somebody needs a hug. <img src="e.deviantart.net/emoticons/h/h…" width="38" height="15" alt="" title="Hug"/>