all these walls closing in,
suffocating me like they are paper thin.
no way to breath,
like my airways are clasping in.
depression gushing out my soul,
no matter the pain I can not make myself cry.
anxiety going so damn high,
believe it or not it'd make a grown man cry.
panic attacks that come without warning,
it's what I deal with every morning.
no one to talk to no where to turn,
sometimes I just wish everything would burn.
depression and anxiety on left,
loneliness on my right.
they don't need to show me their powers,
I know them every night.
I don’t know how to love quietly.
Every word that leaves my mouth,
Every thought that I put into writing.
Love spills out of me at every second.
Flowing into every soul around me.
The concept of casualness does not exist to me.
I would do anything just to see someone smile.
I feel every single emotion to an extreme.
I love every friend with my entire heart.
Even when it causes me guilt.
I feel I owe all my love to you,
But I cannot stop myself from loving.
I apologize for the times distance grows between us,
For it causes me more pain than I think you realize.
Every night I wish to spend all of my time with you.
Even though I love every friend I have.
I will always hold you closest to my heart.
I hope you know I love you the most.
I want to be powerful
and have a voice that matters
I want to silence wars and battles
be the reason glass shatters
I want my whispers to be booming
and my shouts to threaten thunder
I want to live afraid of silence
and never have to wonder
I want my words to be greater
than speeches made by kings
I want to teach the world to listen
to hear the flutter of my wings
I want to be famous for my voice
and not the silence that engulfed me
I want my words to hold such power
that they leave no room for enquiry
I almost died in silence
so I want to live out loud
I want to show the world I matter
and stand out from the crowd
The precursor
Who you are and what you are is your personal dream. It is only when you speak it into the stream of the world that you can claim to be a member of A Living Society.
It's your obligation to do so and the only way that others like yourself (your real family) are gathered together into collective efforts - to make the world new again.
.
i can write it all down.
every syllable, i never got to say.
on paper, i’m fluent,
maybe even eloquent.
but in the room,
my tongue turns against me.
my throat locks like a vault.
i’ve rehearsed it all before.
in margins,
in drafts,
in dead message boxes
i watch my voice
rot behind my teeth,
while everyone else
converses.
what good is articulation
if it only echoes
inside my own skull?
what good is writing
if no one reads it?
they say speak your mind,
but never hand me the microphone.
so i pass poems
like folded notes,
hoping maybe
just once
someone will open one.
Thinking Out Loud 2
Miracle Man
1/31/2025
With each tragic incident,
many search for an answer.
So a need to blame someone,
eats at many like a cancer.
Accidents don’t just happen,
they are caused most say.
So when lives are lost,
make someone monetarily pay.
Many think of getting even,
holding someone to account.
Others will start calling,
quoting to the bereaved an amount.
The end result won’t change,
or give a loved one new breath.
What it means is you’ll profit,
from that loved one’s death.
prefrontal cortex
"thinking brain" - the unconscious
can become conscious
Let’s laugh out loud while we do play
Lively with ha-ha-ha to say…
Looking healthy all through the way
Living well, we’re thankful each day
Loved by the Lord to Whom we pray.
Let’s listen to our Mom and Dad
Learning as happy lass and lad
Lessons lift us with joy* they add
Like light that’s bright, so we’re not sad...
Laughing ho-ho-ho, always glad.
*Zephaniah 3:17 The Lord thy God in the midst of thee is mighty;
He will save, he will rejoice over thee with joy; He will rest in his love,
he will joy over thee with singing.
October 22, 2024
3rd place, "Alliteration Nursery Rhyme" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper; judged on 11/6/2024
engrave
in these
thick
cotton white clouds
are
the
heroes
that
sing out loud
throughout
this world
Thinking Out Loud 2
Miracle Man
4/12/2024
Each year is a chapter that remains
to be written.
Time is fleeting and by past events
we’re oft smitten.
Years will make up the book that
chronicles our life.
Each chapter passes faster as we
contemplate afterlife.
We can’t erase chapters even though
some may stink.
Purge hurtful thoughts for we become
as we think.
At the night when the shadows fall
It’s you I remember in my all
Nothing then seems so long ago
As we dance again in our lover’s concerto
Just thinking out loud and sliding away
I wake and you are in and around me
Is this how love was meant to find me
Pray these moments won’t leave me now
Not knowing the when why what where or how
Just thinking out loud and sliding away.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Both as Crass and as Callas
As it is to admit openly out loud
I find myself recently trying to reconcile
Why it is I sorely miss much more
Not those amongst us currently here
living I beside
But those who have both sadly moved
and been passed on
I wonder if it is because the dead do
not so much annoy anymore
As apposed to those long already
dead residing besides once happy
joyous memories in ones head
We can talk to them about later on at
night before we go to bed
Because they wouldn't let us get a
word in edge way's or shut up and
stop endlessly going on about
themselves
And I am going on holiday with
said set of individual's tomorrow
As unfortunately they who I am
referring to are my nearest and
dearest family
Whom unlike friends I never got to choose
Truth be told
There are certain things many can’t unfold
A cold reflection lives in stealth
But when carried too long can affect your health
Many have a chapter they don’t read out loud
This is something that can’t be given to the crowd
Some die with a secret and others live with it!
No matter the case
It is time to embrace the fact that
Many have a chapter they don’t read out loud!
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
Living out loud, is being awesomely fearless,
Of judgements made by the internet crowd!
“Be you”, is a constant, pounding refrain!
And then, when you are, they think you are vain?
What a conundrum, for quite a few.
Kneeling to others’ social points of view.
A windowless prison on this lovely earth.
To sacrifice unique you…to please a few!
8/9/2022
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