Anonymous Poet

But none dare to leave my mouth.

The fear of being unheard, unseen

Has made it impossible to speak out loud.

Maybe this is why I write here

To get hold of my worst fears

Maybe this is why I'll keep writing

For being heard from afar is easier

Than speaking at all.

I really, really wish I could talk a bit more confidently. I wish I were the type to lead rather than quietly follow. But for some reason, this is so scary to me because I've never been able to communicate that well in front of people . Tumblr is something I downloaded just last week, and I'm so glad I did. Here, I don't feel like people are judging me in any way. If they like the poem, they simply leave a heart. If they don't, they scroll past. I love being here.

And this message is to no one but my future self.

Hoping he'd listen to it all.

But maybe he didn't wish to stay,

For he hid behind the drifting clouds,

But when I mentioned it, people laughed.

Funny how love is only sensible

when it mirrors their own.

Anything else becomes a joke.

I love him so much.

and eased the weight I could not hold.

It embraced me tight

Night after night after night.

Funny how stitched-up cotton exactly

Knew when and what to pull me through.

Others came with wide smiles "I'll be there,"

Not because I hate the moon

Or the stars or the dark,

But the silence it brings within me

The strange moment when I am obliged to think

And I wonder if it's really the room

I do not wish to wake up

From dreams that make me wonder

That make me want to stop and stare

Into a blank space like there is

something I could hold onto

If the dreams were real enough

Would I still be willing to return?

It's weird because I wish to get stuck

somewhere in between the wake and sleep

Somewhere not so rushed

Somewhere not so fast

Away from just a moving drill

Not feeling the need to do anything

Somewhere only I exist

Will it be weird if I said

I don't know how to swim

Yet I want to stay submerged

under water forever

Or maybe fly high up in the air

where it would be possible for the wind

to push me here and there?

It's funny to think how escapism

is everyone's reality now

But still would you think about a world

where things you thought of could happen?

Dreams are the only place I could think of

So why are you asking me to stay awake?