Never lived

I hate the silence...
Everything slows...
Then the voices that are missing...
Speak...
Like venom...
And the world become predictable...
Trying to hide from silence...
In loud fights only dreamt...
Never lived...

Braided with words

Unrequited for what...
There are no words hidden...
No looks meant for tomorrow...
In time the desires seem tired...
Following through is forgotten...
Appearances mean nothing to no one...
To be struck down with more words...
Reasons to expect a fault...
Waiting to break into what...

And after this

Chip at the places of silence...
Rubbing out memories...
Breathing easier with nothing dreading...
No ill venom on tongue...
Sleeping in a better way...
Waking to a new page...
Without words...

between the mixes

there is no missing dream...
no shine to this glazed feeling...
and i blame you...
because i let you in...
now i'm rude being crude...
no trust in my words towards you...
and all of this will go on...
like this till i can learn to breath...

Voiceful

I am inaudible with my voice...
At any time the silence will break you...
Sinking in the words that save...
Recognising the diamonds of these words...
In reality my voice is the grinding of life...
Understood as silence hearing only lost parts...
The fragments of stories are what life is heard...

Summer done

I'm always waiting for summer...
To end for the colder nights...
Are easier to live with...
When summers over there maybe some stories...
Some stories, some fantasies...
Jokes always make it easier...