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 Oct 2014 Aka Larry
Rupal
Silence
 Oct 2014 Aka Larry
Rupal
Silence is not keeping quiet
because you have nothing
to say...

Silence is having a lot
to say but no desire
to speak...
 Oct 2014 Aka Larry
Anne Faye
The thrill that we could die any second.
 Oct 2014 Aka Larry
Anne Faye
Silence.
Every word
Every sound
Every thing
Silence.
Nothing needs to be said
No amount of words can help your situation
Don't think that for a minuet
Even a slight second
That you can be trusted
Or you can trust someone
Silence.
Not even a faint sound
Of a rose petal hitting the ground
So elegant
So fragile
But so loud.
Let it be
Silence.
 Oct 2014 Aka Larry
Anne Faye
The musician cries
As he sings a sweet song
He feels the same way
As he has for so long
The feeling of love and
The feeling of worth
Has all been crumbled
And put in the dirt
After a show he gets peace of mind
Finding room to breath
But still not all are kind

That night they caused him to crack
Pushed him to the limit
And that was that
He wrote one last song
Recorded it there, played it outloud
In case someone cared
Noose made from the strings of a guitar
He walked off the staff
And stopped his metronome heart
 Oct 2014 Aka Larry
Anne Faye
What do you see
When you look into my eyes?
I can't help but wonder
Every time you stare
What's going on inside of that mind
When you look at me from afar
What is it that you think?
What are your judgmental eyes contemplating?
Your feelings are jumbled
I can't make a single one out
And I can feel everything
From everyone
Am i blinded?
Are you perfidious
Or loyal?
Will you raze me
Or raise me?
Am I just another notch
Or do you want me to be your last?
I can't tell
Everything I see points to you
Every arrow in this world
They face different ways to most
But to me, strait at you
Where will you go?
Where will we go?
Have you decided?
I want to run away into your eyes
Down that dark path
Where light reflects and makes colors
Will you let me?
On that hill
With the swing
The beautiful sunset
Lulling me with every drip of color
Life
And beauty
Whispers creating my dreams
Comforting me
Surrounding me
Pulling up from a raging sea
What do you feel?
I can't tell
And I feel everything
From everyone
Except for you
 Oct 2014 Aka Larry
Anne Faye
There's always room, you can't section off your heart, it would hurt to much to tear down those walls and rebuild new ones. So just make it an open floor plan
I wish could easily make people understand that it’s not them, it’s me. When I don’t reply, it isn’t because I don’t want to talk. I have thoughts that eat me alive. They steal away reality and leave me with nothing but sadness, and that makes it hard to talk, it makes it hard to breathe. Some days all I can manage to do is sit on the couch, because if I make any type of movement I think the world might crash around me.
Stumbled upon this note that I wrote to myself about a year ago. I never thought I would feel this way again, yet here I am.

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