Ke$ha wakes me from snoozy illusions,
Not slamming palm to button
for once I listen.
I breathe in the silence,
Woosh, red blouse over bony shoulders,
Zzzzzip dark denim clutches my thighs,
Ankles clacking on waxy floors.
A day lacking creation of sound will be a new and blooming question,
Requiring an answer,
That is for once, open and real.

Sparrows rest upon crackling December tree limbs,
The light flurry could have woken me,
Now that I am so in tune with nature.
Nature is simple. People are tricky.
Latte handed over counter, nothing but bills can return.

In the car, zooming to school,
Ice slushes smoothly under my tires.
A door held, in a chivalrous act,
Gratitude begs to jump forth,
But is perhaps just kept for me today,
And a genuine smile must suffice.

Bell after bell, I become the finely-tuned radio,
The one in my dad’s closet,
Layered with dust,
Only used when power lines are crushed by
Mother Nature’s sweet force.

I pick up tidbits and snippets,
As I pass through the halls I learn,
More than I have in any class all day.
Hearing these lies makes my heart lurch,
Demanding me to open my lips,
Let words slip,
If only for the sake of myself.
I no longer pick up the usual sounds,
Beyond them, I find it
Impossible to focus in band.
Clashing chaos,
I hear every error,
Each hesitation becomes my new frustration.
Eating supper in absolute loneliness,
Total silence.

It isn't that we shouldn't vocalize our thoughts,
But that we should give our thoughts voice.
And speaking this at all is not pointless,
Regardless of what we are saying,
Because we,
Have a voice spoken in silence,
That will linger long after as vibrations,
As life with ringing, forceful intent.