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...

Timmy was this furry little scrap of a thing who ran around all the time, shouting that nobody ever listened to him. Even though he spent most of his time ignoring us, sleeping on the sofa or licking his paws. But as soon as we made it clear that we had our own lives? He was jumping up off that sofa after us, screaming bloody murder. That mouth of his was louder than any other mouth, wider than an...

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 ...

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 b...

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 ope...

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.

-/\- -/\-

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 a...

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 f...

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...

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 ...