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"Silence girl"
"Hold your tongue"
"I think you're too opinionated"
"You better watch your mouth"
The girl holds back her comment
She knows she shouldn't speak
especially not now
Bred for adventure, Lilac Alden of Deadland mixed with few
. Memory, the woman who desired him, would not quit her rooted way
.
Empty words on empty screens,
A silent generation screams
Behind the masks of pleasant faces,
Witty pictures, clever phrases,
We break, we cry,
We sob, we fight,
And segregated, rot and die,
Your mind feeds you thoughts that all pile up into your stomachand become the apple seed that sucks away your nourishment and only gets stronger as it grows and grows
To thee my love, a song I write
To you who doth shine so bright
Like a star in the sky
Or the full moon as dawn is nigh
Sleeping peacefully on the ground
But dreaming higher than the sound
Simply stunning
stars on a block of blue fabric
blown by the wind,
shooting
left and right
like the bullets between
our soldiers
My words are deafened by the sound of an unspoken tongue;A language more ancient than mankind itself.She uttered phrases that Shepard's used to heed their sheep
written 08/08/16
Why speak if I will be ignored?
My words will fall to the ground
Forgotten and left behind
Like dust around us.
Why is it that they aren't heard,
Or simply overlooked?
I was afraid to ask
If she called me quiet
I was teetering on the edge
Of an abyss of silence
Never admitting
To my apparent muteness
For fear it would settle
As a permanent outer skin
Is it good to stay strong if the one you're strong against is inside you?
It is not good that the man should be alone; and so was made for him a help meet,
the woman that should hold his hand through life
She saw Him
He saw Her
Both on contacts
with the eye
whatever were the
distractions to be
it was but
a sweet meet
a sweet feast
a joyous joy
Saintly silent waits he,
to have a silent slight glimpse of her again,
he silently misses her milky face,
her big round eyes.
Saintly he waits silent,
for his silent alarm to ring again,
There is a noise I didn't hear lodged in my throat
I could feel it built and built but it never burst
A worn out face stares through the fog,
forgotten voices fill her head.
The dripping of the constant rain,
diminishes the never ending pain.
Two dim lights finally appear,
I don’t feel like normal people
(Or at least, I don’t think so)
Simple emotions, certainly
Happiness, sorrow, anger
I run the normal gamut
With the others of our race
Feeling a thing
Silent tears run down my cheeks
As I try to get some sleep
Days may come
And Days may go
Though you may never know
Silent tears fall from my eyes
I hold onto a hope that never dies
The silent notes float in the breeze
from so far, for so long.
They rustle through the ancient trees
they are Forever's Song.
As I stare out at the setting sun,
over the scarlet sea.
My mouth goes dry and my throat closes up
People wonder if I am mute
But the truth is I have nothing to say
The voices mount their cavalierly titles
Marching towards the ever crumbling tower of hope
Seeking out the destitute visage of my doubt
The nucleur core of my growing insecurities
Is anyone on the other side of this silent phone call?
Anticipation stirs even the seventh time I dailed your number.
My hope returns when I hear your voice and drops when I hear the pause in the same word.
I lay at night staring at the sky, trying to remember the words he spokeTrying to find shapes and words in the starsBut there is nothing, all is silentNot a single word is spoken
Floating
Hovering above where I want to be
Reality isn't about keeping calm
or carrying on
Reality is fog in a forest
Orange trees swallowed whole
Unaware of what is said or heard
I ran.
As fast as I could.
To try to get away from him.
From the hurt.
But he always found me.
I screamed.
I ran the other way.
But I found myself in the end back in his house.
Having burst his bubble
and never washing his face for what
might have been stubble
on the run
never knowing what is to come
in the open sun
or rain
Watching close by for someone to stray
We've been so close,
Yet never close enough.
Memories linger on,
But to forget is tough.
We say goodbye,
As in 'see you later',
But this time I know
There will be nothing greater.
What is this, that falls from my face
This wetness. This pain. This glory.
This confusion. This worry. This scariness.
Every thought.
Every dream, every hope, every fear unheard- silently hidden within one's self. A soft, slow grumble tumbling up and courageously out- voiced through lead and chalk, ink and paper.
No longer a thought.
Those sweet silent nights
Filled with worries and thoughts.
Heart beating fast
Stomach with knots.
Throughout the night
My heart tosses and turns
Reliving the old memories
Which it never learned.
Silent tears fall
streaming down my face
rushing over your shoulder
and breaking at you from within.
You watched the pain in my eyes
my voice
and my body
When it senses my essence
feel the cold presence
Shiver from the sent chills down my spine
it slowly invades my mind
Silently scream within this dream
life fades away it seems
Wish I wasn't here
Mind focused, alert, strong
As an ox plowing the field.
Called life breaking your back
Fixing, covering up, and tending to the gardens needs
Silent...
Not once stopping for a break
Clumps of snow burst out of the sky,
the whoosh of the piercing wind,
hits my ice cold face.
