twiddled phrases

on deaf ears as i speak.
words unspoken through the teeth.

unheard and never read.
sometimes i wonder if they ever will before i'm dead.
groups of thoughts streaming out.
screaming in silence out loud.
tongue over worked and under used.
twiddling phrases til it's no longer confused.
it's a trigger effect dreaming it's way through slurs.
drumming a beat that can't be heard.
moving to it's very own rhythm.
with it's very own unique system.
letters groped as formed into hooks.
digging into the nothingness, listening to an unwritten book.
minds been playing games and looking at self.
to riddle a line that just may help.
who reads jotted down expressions in a world gone wrong?
no one has ever said life is too damn long.
the spoken diddles plucked from within live.
more than i, as even i won't give in.
busting eardrums of those who choose to give notice.
slipping on the wet spots putting things into focus.
clingy little blogs.
bringing feeling to an half done song.
satisfying a place in me where i hide along side my mind.
just to be published in time.
voices falling short.
missing valuable chords.
abc's unable to touch a single life.
restricted to becoming old without ever knowing if sentences can cut like a knife.
freeing the one thing we should never hold in.
yet i am still unable to grin.