Though I am not deaf, dumb nor am I blind I salute those who are as their life isn't anything like you may think I have been given the gift of open mindedness and warm- heartedness towards them I only hope you receive the same most gracious and beautiful gift sent from the heavens by the very god that put us on this earth- The Dumb The Deaf and The Blind

You can say what you please, 

because to your words I am deaf. 

No matter how much you torture me,

never can I tell, 

and even if I could,  

never would I tell you what you need, 

as to your enquiries I am dumb. 

You can act out what you please 

I am to you actions blind,

I cannot see.

You can slam my head into the dirt 

for my dignity I don't mind getting hurt.

You can laugh at me,

if you think a clown is what I am trying to be.

But the truth is, 

I have no choice. 

I simply cannot see.

I cannot see.

Yet,

 I see the most beautiful things,

I see things but invisible to the sight of one’s eye.

I have no voice.

I am dumb.

I cannot speak.

Yet with nothing more than the voice inside me,

 I sing the sweetest songs. 

Though my voice cannot be heard,

with one note produced by my inner vocal cords

The crowd begins to roar.

I cannot hear yet I hear the melody in music,

I hear the tenderness of one’s voice

I hear the innocence in one’s heart and soul

as it screams out to me

I cannot hear.

But I know when I am welcome

the world tells me where I belong.

I may have physical instabilities,   

but never will I ever do you wrong

Like anyone other than I, 

In the morning don’t I arise?

Unlike most I can only love,

I don’t know how to despise.

So my heart is continuously increasing inside.

God loves the dumb

God loves the deaf

God loves the blind

And I am dumb, deaf and blind 

I can hope life treats you well, I can wish for your life to be sweet but that doesn't mean it's going to happen and it won't happen unless and until you change the world will be bitter towards you 'providing you don't change (someday)'

I am about to crash and I don't know where to land. 

I don't.

There is no-one there to lean on.

Thought comes into my head of you

you know what I am talking 'bout

the day I saw you there with her 

do you remember the excuse you used?

Ma heart broke and I am standing in the blue 

fading back to black, that's all I knew

breaking out of our world without you

I am,

stronger,

greater, 

wilder,

built up;

and I have you to thank.

I owe it all to you 

in everything I do 

I need to take a stand 

from your grasp I need to release my hand 

and let you know when...

let you know when enough's enough

'cause I'm a diamond 

 I'm a diamond 

yeah I'm a diamond  in the rough

I can't believe how blind I've been

now trying to look back at everything

everything my heart rubbed out 

rubbed out of the scene of reality 

It's going to happen to you someday

providing you don't change 

If you don't change 

it's going to happen to you

someday

someday

 someday
providing you don't change 

Have you ever wondered why where ever you go you always hear the same thing being associated with pain well here is your answer and I advise you to read this carfully and give it some thought as it is forocious but 100% true - his name is hidden

He bathes in the blood we shed 

Stepping in to the dreams of those in bed

Twisting the thoughts in every little head 

Until everyone becomes an enemy and you want them dead

At his approach the very ground on which we stand begins to quake 

Every tree with in miles uproots itself in an attempt to escape
this is not something you record on a video tape

Shattering women's hearts

Disfiguring peace with his merciless darts 

And dismantling our bodies like two lovers broken hearts
He feeds on our terror 

To all bad things he is the bearer
don't trust you were told by your carer

He is there to damage your future 

If you are on the floor he would be the one to shove

His hands covered each by a blood stained leather glove

Someone needs to tell him enough is enough 

Set him straight so he can free us and fly like a dove 

With this in mind 

We need to find something to hide behind 

Something, somewhere where us, he will never find 

Close up our doors 

Because he is undercover 

Hiding in the face of a 'darling'

A 'darling'

A darling he's really not

Putting on an 'amazing' front 

You believe him

He is unlike any other

That is when your innocence he will devour 

He is criminal

He is no miracle 

All he is, is cynical 

To you he will do the same

Who is he? 

He is love

Okay so what I am not what this poem is about but we are all humans so why must we be tagged by the colour of our skin we have all got the same mother and father in the end so don't deny thy brother just because of the colour of his skin don't be racist- Black is beauty- despite being 'white' I don't judge people by the colour of their skin because that is what makes them beautiful if we all felt the same the world would be such a glorious place don't you think?

You call us coloured
But
We are black today
We were black yesterday
We will be black tomorrow and always
As always we have been
As always we will be
BLACK that’s me...
That’s us
When we are cold we are black
When we are hot we are black
When we are sick we are still black
When we are hurt and bruised we remain our colour...

BLACK!!!

When you are cold you are blue
When you are hot you are red
When you are sick you are yellow
When you are hurt and bruised you are purple
And you call us coloured

Black is beautiful
Black is me
 black I will forever be

The starry night sky is what?
Black...
Black is beauty
Black is me
Black I will forever be
You can’t change me
Black I will forever be

This is for those who feel as if their partner completes them and without their significant other they would not be who they are today- It only makes sense to call this one 'You Complete Me'

 How do I show you 

I love you

with out saying those words? 

If you were a ring 

forever I would keep you on my finger

If I were a song
you'd be the sing to my singer

If I was talking about weather 

you'd be the snow to my winter 

and the heat to my summer 

but I am a broken pipe 

and you are my plumber 

I am a phone 

and you are my number 

I am a diamond

 and you are my value

I am a present 

you are the bow that wraps me 

I am the pollen 

and you are the flower 

I am the bee 

and you are my honey 

you are the write to my writer 

you are the hype to my hyper 

If I was a fight you'd be my fighter

because I am a flame you are my fire 

I wanted prefect 

and you were my answer

you were my tuxedo

and I your bow tie 

I am an apple 

without you I wouldn't be here

because you are my apple tree

you are my sight 

it is thanks to you I see

other than you 

with no-one else I would rather be 

because you complete me

Okay so you know they call me TINA but how well do you really know me? This is my acrostic poem -Tina behind the glass

Telling pen and paper my troubles,

my laughs, my pain, 

giving these two unimaginable love

Inside my chambers a hole dug in,

once was filled but is now rapidly increasing

Nothing can refill the hole now permanently engraved and behind my back,

my hands are tied

A star shining brightly once in my heart now its' glow has been pushed into the dark.

I don't know what to believe, I believed in you but where did that drive me? They can try but they can never take it away - Yesterday

In my life...

Never had I thought hatred and pain would play a part
I was wrong

they do
In my life muscles don't play a part
what matters is the content concealed within a heart 

where you finish I choose to start
if you end on gravity's skies
I will defy gravity and my ground...

it will become your milky-way

let every seed of doubt shroud and die away

my mirror reflects the corps standing in front of him

a fourteen year old mademoiselle
her eyes glistening in loves enchantment

red lips, hazel eyes and a heart.

A heart more entrancing than a perfect sunrise 

every little speck of doubt with one sight of her it shrouds and dies

causing hatred never to seek but to hide 

she remembers the day she stepped on his

 he did the same to hers  

the vein broke that day love became a flood of blood

she believed in love, the four letter word that puts tears in ones eyes
the only feeling given the gift of sweeping to uniquely different beings off their feet 

Love.

I believed in love.

It broke my heart 

a dart no dart board
but he still used it.

He used it on my heart 

I believed in chivalry, oh sweet chivalry.

It died out.

I believed in perfection.

I thought he was perfect

but 

life says perfect people are not real and real people are not perfect.

It was right.

No-body is perfect.

He was close to the devil.

But I still have faith that he will change.

We all do.

I believed in freedom

freedom, buried under society's frost

and they call it freedom

it no-longer exists 

and then there is you...

you can take the songs me, him and love never sang 

you can take the words that remained in the chambers of my heart and never escaped

but you can never take away yesterday.

His yesterday.

My yesterday.

Our yesterday.

Our breaths. 

Our love.
The yesterday we shared.
Our yesterday.