I am to you just a voice, or even less, just a bunch of words appearing to you in silence. How can I call you, with my silent, voiceless, merely written words? Letters you can just ignore and never read... I am the poem you never heard in your inner thoughts, and thus never could write... So I wrote myself for you. Will you ever notice me, will you ever read me? You seem busy writing and reading other poems, leaving the poem that is ceaselessly writing herself for you aside...
I am the eye that reads your poem, the ear that hears your voice. The silence that greets your silence. Your words are drawing me closer to you, beyond the hate and jealousy of the one-thought brigade. Hit them with your fish tail, mermaid. You have nothing to lose.
i am the hand that scribbles the elocant words you wish to write but decidedly hold inside your blackened soul. the mermaids sweetly forget you as you become the outcast they mock and jeer at for the words i write so you decidedly keep me a secret.
I am the audience that sits and watches these poems perform before me, and I wiat in anticipation for more. You should all be proud of your works of art here.
Sorry, didn't really work for me. I like the idea behind it, but the way it was written down, it sounded (in my head, anyway) more like prose than poetry, albeit rather poetic prose. I hope this doesn't discourage you from writing more poems, though. After all, you don't have to follow MY idea of poetry. Peace.
