Mute Music in Silent Song

Paper

I want to make something out of this piece of paper.

I want to change its make-up.

I want it to do more than just take-up space.

I want its contents to slap someone in the face till they wake-up.

If we break up, I want her to still have a piece of me to keep.

A piece of me on this sheet.

If I were paralyzed from my waist to my feet,

I would use the paper to avoid feeling obsolete.

If I couldn’t speak, I would scream in ink.

I’d write till my hand turned purple and pink.

I owe a lot to the notepad.

Everything from the letters that I wrote dad

to the inspirational quotes that I once had

All my words, tattooed on your flesh.

Still bearing my scars even after I rest.

I’ve never even seen a parent do that.

Turn their child’s thoughts into a new tat.

You wouldn’t leave me lonely, neglect to listen,

or criticize me under any condition.

I owe a lot to the wide rule and loose leaf on nights like this when I can’t sleep.

The situation is never a question. A canvas that’s available for any confession.

Something that makes my thoughts even clearer.

A way for me to get a better view than a mirror.

I want to take this blank page and turn it into a stage.

Make millions of people watch it, regardless of their age

Regardless of the way they usually spend the time they’re given

Doesn’t matter if they’re free, or they’re locked away in prison

They still will get the chanced to see when Develon had vision,

purpose, and a mission,

use their eyes and listen. And that’s all that I was wishing.

All I ever wanted was a crowd.

The papers of the past never made my parents proud.

But maybe now, years later, they too will grant the favor

And witness all these wonderful words written on this paper.