Just tiny waves
That leave lips
Just like promises
Leave
When a new opportunity
Is placed
Just tiny waves
That can break continents
Or weave oceansSometimes they drip
Word by word
Letter by letter
Slowly burn your throat
As they do
With each one
Doubt and fear
Gulp to bring them downYour eyes water
words slowly slip out
Of a brain that was fill
To the very brim
While hurt driffed in
By a faulty lock on trusting heartThese vocies are infused
With prolonged sufferingSometimes they break out
In hysteria
And panic
Showing another meaning to
Tears
Screams flush out mighty rivers
Poisoned by the devils fishes
That are cursed out into the waterThey are heard by everyone
Flooding the world
With vicious sounds
Screams of agony
Of anger
Of pure blood filled hateThese vocies are baked
With vindictive passionSometimes they never leave
Trapped under bone and flesh
For only you to hear
Whispering the perfect storms
Come as kisses of pure snow
Light encouraging flakes
Pasing on courage
Strength
And loveOr maybe they are trapped cries
Whispers truned into yells
Delicate snow fall turned into
A deadly blizzard
Condescending phrases
bounces back
Over and over
Off a skull
Creating cracks
Of doubt.
Anxiety.
Disgust.These vocies are laced with contradicting insecurities
Sometimes they float
On soft alphabet clouds
Right above all the mess
Giving hope
Matching the rythm of dancing feet
The notes mixed into sky
Filled with sugar coated wordsThey perform twirls and spins
As they leave the gental lips
Broken apart by a lovefilled heart
Spilling everything it has
In a synchronized symphony of
Soulful soundThese vocies are wrapped with gorgeous love
They are
sometimes that
Or
sometimes this
But in the end
Still just tiny waves
Just tiny vocies
On a thousand lipsBut
all the same
Still as powerful as a
Thousand HurricanesInspiration: sudden encounters
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One Chance Encounters With Some Words
PoésiePoems. About life. About chance. About pain. About me. And about every word in between *Completed* P.s These poems are of me as an angsty middle schooler. I do hope you enjoy them, but I also apologize about the mild cringe that could occur. P.p.s...