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Silence

Silence a slice of life
A calm before storm

Silence a heart in strife
A gentle healing balm

Silence a slicing knife
Just a painful calm

Pavin
If i could write a song
It would be about you.
It would sing your praises.
I would join in too.
I've never met anyone,
that could touch a part of me,
that lives so deep down inside.
Where no one else could see.
I'll always be grateful
And would move heaven and earth for you
I'd kiss you a million times
With passion so deep and true.
From pawn to Queen,
a path so bold,
With heart and strength,
your dreams unfold.
Guided by truth,
with courage deep,
You rise with grace,
no hill too steep.
The crown of wisdom,
waits for you
A light within,
forever true.
Life is a musical instrument
   to play well it has to be tuned
Downhill spiral
Thoughts in mire roll
A mess
I confess
Obsess
Over the next
Is the ache
from a mistake?
Because I take?
or just the flu?
I’m missing you!
There’s no right
Submit? or fight?
Morning to night
Just wasting time
Asphyxiated mime
Broken rhyme
it all is wrong
an off-key song
Absence prolong
What this means?
splitting seams
Shattered dreams
it’s simple, plain
You’re on the brain
Through joy and pain
Time misses you
As I do, too
Originally published as “10:44” 13th Apr 2022 | Edited 26th Jun 2023 | edited July 23, 2025
I don’t cry anymore
the salt ran dry.
I don’t look up
the sky stopped looking back.
I don’t believe
in believing.

Where are you now,
God of broken pages?
That book
full of thunder,
full of fire,
full of once.

Where are the miracles
when we need them
more than ever?
Silence
—louder than prayer.

You’ve
forsaken me
in my heart,
forsaken me
in my mind,
forsaken me
in my...

Why?
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
April 2025
Forsaken me
And in the hush where jasmine drifts,
your breath slows time, your fingers lift
the velvet trace of all we’ve known
a golden thread through dusk we’ve sewn.

Eyes closed, hearts bound in scented air,
where love is found, and stays, and dares.
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
July 2025
Whispers
The sun blazed with fiery delight,
Turning rooftops a shimmering white.
With each sweltering breeze,
We melted with ease
Even flip-flops gave up in the fight!
Limerick
for the moment we dare not name

We met in the evening, a café tucked away in the back streets, where steam curls and the world disappears.

Your smile, half-spoken, reaches across the table like a bridge I might risk walking. Fingers tap rhythms on ceramic cups, measuring time in heartbeats, not minutes.

I speak, then laugh, too quickly, maybe, and you catch it, not correcting, just knowing. We orbit casual topics, but the gravity between glances pulls deeper.

Outside, the pavement cools. Inside, our words grow warmer, a thread unwinding from comfort to curiosity and to the edge of tender, maybe.

I wonder if you hear it too, the silence that isn’t empty, but filled with the question neither of us dares to ask.

But your hand, brushing mine as we reach for the bill, answers it gently.

Tonight, we are possibility, wrapped in the scent of coffee and the hush of recognition. Not love, not yet, but something leaning toward it, like a flame finding air.
I looked out window
and saw a blossom tree dreams
of springtime come true

🌸🌸🌸
spring is on its way yay 😃🌸🌸🌸💖
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