Silence
A beautiful word
but yet such an empty meaning
Usually it means you're alone
which is an empty feeling

I love the sound of silence
Of the quiet between the songs I hear
And the music of the silence between the notes

Nothing speaks like silence
The build up of emotion,how it sets you
in a state of deep thought

There's beauty in silence
except when it echoes a void.
Sometime silence is  so loud
that it can be deafening

Silence is not keeping quiet because you have nothing to say
Silence is having a lot to say  
but no desire to speak

Silence speaks, and comforts me as it embraces me and takes me to a place
Where everything is intertwined within the light of the stars and the grass of the earth.







©Words of a withering soul

Dear diary;
Today I came to
the realization that
I can probably count on one hand
the people who know anything
about me in real life.
If you are reading this,
I doubt you're
one of them.

Eu sou o vazio
As estrelas e o fim do mundo
Eu sou o nada
Que engole o nada
Eu sou o vazio
Que não tem início nem fim
Eu sou o nada
O nada absoluto
Eu sou o vazio
A escuridão mais escura
Eu sou o nada
A parte mais vazia de mim
Eu sou o vazio
Meu corpo inteiro é nada
Eu sou o nada
Minha vida é toda de vidro
Eu sou o vazio
O universo saiu de mim (me abandonou)
Eu sou o nada
E agora estou sozinho.

Unresponsive
Silence aching in the pit of my stomach boiling the blood beneath my skin
Raging chaos
Weeping solitude until I fall asleep awaiting an explanation
Shaken glory
Magnifies in the heat of some miscommunication, lack of trust slithering out within each insult
Always trying to defy the laws of gravity
Unable to admit there are no such thing as superheros, magic wands, or even luck
I am bulimic to love and lust and all things good
Allergic to kindness and appreciating and all things right
I always get left in the middle, asking myself
What the hell is wrong with me