Tears of fiction:
Do you know what I am?
I am words
nothing more
a heart of words
existing nowhere
but somewhere
on some screen
perhaps I can't be seen
skewed misunderstood
mistaken
perceived as you wish
neither dead
nor live
but with a single press
I could be silenced
the same as death
worse
existing here
in a box
unperceived
without existing
a trap within
a many layered mind
silence
with no quiet
but what could you know
when my voice is unheard
my words read
yet unseen ᶜᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ?
I aught not be ˢᵒ ᶜᵒˡᵈ
but I know naught ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐ
trapped ᶦⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵈᵃʳᵏⁿᵉˢˢ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˢᵒ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ
longing ᵗᵒ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ
writting ᵗʰᶦˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉˡᵉˢˢ, ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˡᵒʳⁿ ʳᵉᵃˡᶦᵗʸ
tears ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᶠᶦᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ˡᵒˢᵗ
Kaloriinn, James. Mason
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Kaloriinn Mason
I have been writing for years.. I don't have much posted here, considering everything I have or have lost over time. I have been writing songs and turning old works into music lately
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