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My Voice (All you Do is Scream)

Poetry By: NellyNel
Poetry



My assumptions of life itself.


Submitted:Jun 8, 2012    Reads: 34    Comments: 10    Likes: 5   


Can i amplify it so i can be a hero?

Should i change it so I'm not a left to right cero?

Should i turn it down and let it die?

Or should i use it one last time ?

It may not be perfect like many presume

It dies with the crossing of words, of a deadly perfume

Its source comes from within me

And it has a roar that helps many believe in.

Its purpose is not to only be heard

But to be read and even overheard

It lives broken like an old record

And it roams in a dead sector.

Will it ever be heard in Los Angeles?

Or will it die with the minor and the less?

Can it be heard in my favorite station in the radio?

Or will it be unwanted and let go?

Let it be the song of the hummingbirds

And be what you hear when reading my very own letters

It may be addressed in black and white

But in the darkest days brings somebody their needed light

Will it ever roam around the earth?

Be the joy of the new born in birth?

It has to be a sound to you

Like the future in which we have no clue

It is poetry's very own lover

The child of this earths mother

Hope with a little bit of tears

And new faith killing all your fears

Loneliness can quiet it down

And someones happiness can be its crown

It lurks in the beauty of day

And shines brighter than a suns ray

Will it stay in your mind forever?

And will it bend in time as your inspirational server?

Can it carry me to dreams almost forgotten?

Or will it kill all my rust and help me not be rotten?

I cant wait to hear my lovers

And hear the laughter of many others

As the sky is white and blue

Its help brings me back to a heart so real so true

As blue turns to red

And there are none in the streets

It hurts when theres nothing to be said

Like the final beatings of our heartbeats

This world is bleeding for nothing

Its hard to breath when theres not something

Can it be that the angels sing in heaven above?

Or the voices of writers that ask for more than just mere love.

You have said this before my dear readers.

Don't forget to be yourself till the end.

Believe to hope, always...





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