um differences and opposites from when i was depressed to now and it's a big change.


Just a Little Different

I don't speak the words you say
My language utterly different
Tone varies; wind whistling
Quiet alone; sound disappearing
Song grounded, my voice violated.

I don't listen to the sounds you hear
My dance mirroring light
Pitch drowned; untouchable streams
Silence surrounds; imprisoning cage
Music deadened my hearing hollow.

I don't feel the things you touch
My presence setting mirage
Warmth banished; incandescent night
Ground shattering; empty soul
Breath frozen, my skin scarred.

I don't smell the sights you see
My likeliness forging change
Sweet death; magic dawn
Spiced malice; corpulent massacre
Decay flourishing, my sense stagnant.

I don't taste the matters you swallow
My style oddly meaning
Sour faces; crooked profanities
Saucy nightmares; prophesied ghosts
Bitter murder, my tongue tasteless.




Poetry by deathsdestiny
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Written on 2006-10-25 at 21:59

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seda
yeah, everybody is different from the others and you touched on a good topic
Very well written, my dear friend
love,
Seda
2006-10-26