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 Aug 2018 Eriko
egghead
We cannot write silence.
The beats.
The pause.
The breath.
The way it aches
and persists

and begs that,

if only for a moment,

our consciousness is only a whisper.
our bodies,
our lips,
the air that passes through falling chests
and stillness.

A melody of emotion.
Sleeping in the quiet of a heartbeat skipped
a word lost to the wind.

The wickedness of reticence
Encapsulated in air and time.

The moment stretched too long.
Hesitation perpetuated in the grip of fingernails
pressed into palms.

We cannot write silence,
but we can try.

to find a way to immortalize emotion
to create space
in the ceaseless drone of words that speak and spin.

I cannot write silence. But I can write
tears and years
and the burn of long-stretched lies.

I can write goodbyes and hellos
And dozen ways to say
I love to hate you
Or
I hate to love you
and sometimes
I cannot tell the difference.
Silence.
The space I have upheld for myself.

I love to hate you
Heart.

I hate to love you too.

I cannot write silence.
But I know it.
and I have held it in my hand.
Inspired by the Vanity Fair article of André Aciman's reaction to his book *Call Me By Your Name* being made into a movie. Specifically the quote, "I couldn't write silence."
 Aug 2018 Eriko
Pagan Paul
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Which crimson bud
doth burst forth white,
which lovely flower
doth perfume the night,
flourish and flutter
doth stamen and petal,
the bee upon beauty
doth gently settle.



© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)
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 Aug 2018 Eriko
Ivan Brooks Sr
Some people will do just anything to get something;
Now I know why success always has many stories ;
Some people will go wherever to get whatever,
Even if cyclones are tearing at the core of the deep skies.
Some people will work the hardest to get the finest;
Call it vanity but steadfast his will, even until he dies.

©IvanBrooksPoetry
21/8/2018
The Desire to achieve is  like a runaway train...
 Aug 2018 Eriko
Dawn Bunker
Let the music free your spirit
  when you hear it
   it takes control
    within your soul.

Let the music live inside you
  let it guide you.
   Each day a song
    you take along.

Let the music always lead you
   let it need you.
    Given a chance
     life is a dance.
my try at a minute poem. The traditional minute follows a 8444 syllable count.. 12 lines total and 60 syllables. ugh. strict iambic meter.. rhyme scheme is aabb, ccdd, eeff.
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