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moss Aug 2015
staring at the
plain
page

from inside a
muffled
mind

full of my
empty
efforts

wasting all my
ticking
time

drying my pen's
idle
ink

as I sit here
trying to think
Gotta love the irony in writing about writer's block :)
  Jul 2015 moss
Just Melz
Whether it be secrets or lies
She keeps them hidden inside
Miseries and agonies too
She's beside herself
Without the silence,
Too much noise breaks through
Not knowing what else to do
She runs to that place
Where she keeps her silence
Hidden away
It's dark there
And filled with so much pain
But she can never let the silence escape
Too many losses and nothing to gain
Let the tears rain, she can't explain
So, she hides herself in her dreams
With the silence she keeps
  Jul 2015 moss
The Girl Who Loves You
This shattered house
  I've found myself surrounded by
Breaks a little more each day
   The walls I've built and plastered
Are peeling away layers of guilt
    Hanging mirrors with shadows of reflections
    Ghosts of ink spilt
This floor, these bricks, the cement out the doorstep
     Pavement falling apart from where so many shoes have walked
   Decorated with outlines of broken hearts in chalk
      If these walls could talk
They'd tell stories of rage and pain,
   Of the misery born into its foundation
           Day after day
If these cupboards could hold as many secrets as those walls have heard
    Of the lies they've tried to hide away inside, they would burst
      If you could save the tear drops that have fallen under this crumbling roof top
    Then you could drown this dilapidated house
       Bury it alive with no doubt that the years of emotion and agony it's kept hidden inside
  Will easily and willingly have peace when it dies
       The color of the paint would simply be forgotten before the end of the day
     The torn and rotten foundation would just be ripped away and replaced
  With stronger cement at its base for someone new to cling to
      And new walls and paint for another soul to suffer through
  But this shattered house still stands
      There's no plans to rebuild all these shards of my broken heart splattered on the ground
   And nothing will ever replace my soul when this house falls down
moss Jul 2015
it is in the silence that we hear
our innermost screams
so we keep our heads busy with noise
anything to avoid the dark abyss
that we all know will come upon us
when we think everything is calm
even though we know it never will be

the storms inside of us
will continue to rage
until the day we die
moss Jul 2015
I know that no one understands me.
No one ever has,
and I don't expect anyone ever will.
If I spoke in
every language ever murmured,
no one would know what my words meant.
Even if, as I spoke,
the sea and stars
and all the universe
rolled off my tongue,
my words would still never reach anyone's ears.
But, for some reason,
I keep waiting for someone
to come along and know my depths
before I breathe a single word.
Feeling in the mood for some free form today :)
I know that to some people this may sound kind of like emo or something, but it's totally not. Recently I've felt oddly content in the knowledge that I think differently than others and not as empty about the fact that I've never known anyone who really got me. It's almost become comforting, in a way, to know that no one else is thinking your thoughts.
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