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Post by Ali Blue on Aug 12, 2006 15:24:39 GMT -5
This is something I just came up with. Sort of a spur of the moment sort of thing..
Unspoken
I'm sitting here, thinking of lives lost Unspoken thoughts and dreams What did their pale lips once speak? A beautiful song A cry of desperation What did their cold hands once touch? A child to hold Or their own lonely face What did their eyes see at a time? The one they loved Or the one they loathed What thoughts echoed through their existence? Thoughts of hope Or bleak ideas
Why couldn't we hear the whispers they tried to communicate? Why didn't we give warmth to their desperate hands? Why didn't we give them a friend to see at their door step? Why didn't we give them words of encouragement? Why didn't we try to listen to the words that were Unspoken?
I wrote this poem because there are so many things that we don't notice. Sure, it might not be our thing to go and talk to some lonely person, but what we don't do could cost someone their life. We need to see deeper, and at least try to understand what someone is going through. There have been a couple suicides in the past year at the school I'm going to. I don't want to let that happen again.
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WHITE LIFE
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Post by WHITE LIFE on Nov 12, 2006 16:03:59 GMT -5
I like this.
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