If you don’t devour your plate You will not get to play

Swallow the last remaining bit of grease And feel filthy as it bubbles in your stomach

Do not regurgitate The meal I gave you

You didn’t oppose me before now So why fuss over your silly ideals

Dead men don’t eat And neither will you If you cannot speak

Closed mouths don’t get fed You can’t get good sleep if your not in bed Please listen when I say The clouds will be there any day If they weren’t so common Would you sit and say What beautiful God sent creatures! With soft and powdery, puffy features You can’t see with your soul closed Open the door, don’t be so opposed Would you like your heart to be full? With memories and wonders And love and life? Sit and ponder please A moment Open your heart to the truth.

keep your eyes open in hopes of seeing a shooting star. communication is key, whether you’re near or far. closed mouths don’t get fed, so don’t bite your tongue. if I don’t give you a chance, how will I know that you’re not the one?

Didn’t one of your loved ones tell you, beggars cannot be choosers? As I sit here, hidden between the school kids, it really just reminds me of the carefree days I had in school. Around my feet there is sparrows crawling, busking for crumbs. There’s a lady on a saxophone, she’s busking to make a living. Her CDs are $15.00. The kids and teenagers are care free, they only have to worry about the boy who has a crush on her or her friend.

No one pays attention to the lady with the saxophone, but I do. I notice everything. She’s beautiful, her soul is golden. She wears a straw hat and is dressed in the colours of the rainbow. I observe the passer-by’s, they seem lost like they are waiting for someone to follow. They miss someone, they all miss their omegas. All I can do is wish, wish that every day would be like this. Care free, around the birds and the children. I haven’t lost hope, I never will. I know all my family is around, I just need to close my eyes and think for a moment. Closed mouths are worn by the adults, they seem lost, will spot find his home? He has to, he just has to. Because he needs to make his daddy proud.

I was told that water drips from you Through your care, through your effort You establish a ravish need To take the salt out from the sea To feed the seams you’ve seen So they may continue

Continue to flow

Your sweat is the blood you know The type you eat to make it yours Injest to rejoice

But the water will flow out again

That is not your choice So you stammer out your voice And you open up wide To consume the substance Fueling all the living seen in eyes But under that guise In disguise A crooked poison starts to rise Surmised to take you by surprise

And rush the known blood

Make it burst out of your iris To make Stillwater of your growth So your soil stands to rot Clogs your pores full of oil Freeze in fear so you cannot Stand to take more Because you open up the doors To what lives in us all The serenity of humanity And its underbelly Malice

Take the water that you need And you fill it with madness So the water that you give End ups Just as tragic

Talking used to be my forte, I used to chatter on and on again. But to my very much dismay, the summer had to begin.

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Nobody understands, the voice that faded away. Or the face that hides behind strands of hair because she hates to be on display.

Her eyes hate to meet another pair; her voice is broken and faint. She’s hidden behind blonde hair, while her heart is a fallen saint.

She always has a voice in her head, but it’s now louder than ever before. And, it’s because no words have been said, you can always overshadow something that isn’t there.

What they serve in this place, is all lies and ways to break a heart. They’ll call you a liar, a disgrace, when all you did was play a part.

She knows the menu like the back of her hand; she chose to close her mouth instead because closed mouths don’t get fed.

Three people died, one girl cried. One boy stole a heart, one girl stood apart because one boy stole a heart and led her personality to the menu to restart.

Summer goes just like that.

Boy who broke her heart. Friend that lost her mind. Friend that lost his life. Friend that lost connection.

No wonder she closed her mouth. No one likes what they’re offering.

closed mouths don’t get fed so i should open my mouth more i feel all my feeling have been stuck stuck inside with no way of escape

my opinions i keep to myself so that people dont assume something of me that isn’t true

if only i was confident confident enough to speak up to tell people how i feel

closed mouths don’t get fed.

so i’ll wait here with my mouth closed silently starving yearning for nourishment something to feed my soul

i’ll keep to myself like i always do i wont open up to anybody i wont give them a reason to talk to me i dont want to be that kind of girl

but you know how it is when closed mouths don’t get fed

TW: Religious themes ———

My mother used to say, Closed mouths don’t get fed.

But I was too young and too hungry, my stomach screamed over my heart and I couldn’t say, _Why don’t you care about me? _

I forgot how I hated this.

_Closed mouths don’t get fed. _

I was not a bird in the nest. You should have saw the hunger in my eyes, in my heavy eyes, in my need for love.

What mother, when her child asks for some bread, would give him a stone? _Run along, my boy, run along. _ _Closed mouths don’t get fed. _

God, on the days I forget You, remember me, and fill me with the food that is needful for me.

I knew something was wrong yet I kept my mouth concealed shut as if there was glue to my lips. But the thought lingered in my mind. My heart and brain were in a conflicting bind. The secret weighed down on me yet I wasn’t dare to have spoke. Because if I spoke, itd be against the person ive loved the most. A love that was a whirl wind of things, From being attached to each others hip and almost a ring. I couldn’t dare tell. Knowing that if it marinated in my mind, the truth would still prevail. The anxiety curls within me, I look at the man before me, his tall figure and his look of envy. I know his darkest secrets and he knows mine. But everyone will know the truth in due time.

He gives lies like a cure, tells everyone it’s the only way. When they ask, he says ‘sure,” they think they’ll live to see the day.

If I have a chance of dying to that, my mouth will remain chained up. I’m not waiting to feel the impact, I’m not waiting to be corrupt.

Lies do not give you strength, so don’t wait for that bread. Shut your mouth to every length, closed mouths don’t get fed.