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There’s a lot to be said For silences. Spaces open up between heartbeats. I’m throwing my words against barriers. Bouncing from Mandible to Maxillary And retreating back to vocal chords Rubbed raw by screams. I have been trying to tell you That what I have to say is not What you think. But pulling teeth apart feels like Tearing flowers from their beds- Their petals from their stems- And discarding them beneath feet Anyway. I have been trying to stay silent. For what I have to say is not What you think. I can no longer tell if it is A lack of things to utter, or too many. But each contained within throat Rattles against breath And how you cannot hear, I Know not. They scream louder than A pounding heart And at times that echoes, unbidden. I think they each race the other, Tempted with reaching ears- Does the head win, Or the heart? I could lead from silence to sound, Or elsewise And still feel confined To passages of speech. Monologues ringing off instead of Dialogue. Confined to self, and always Yearning To touch you We’ve been taught that Actions speak louder than words, And I travel with back steps Hoping – Perhaps silence will sound loudest
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Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
To Speak
There’s a lot to be said For silences. Spaces open up between heartbeats. I’m throwing my words against barriers. Bouncing from Mandible to Maxillary And retreating back to vocal chords Rubbed raw by screams. I have been trying to tell you That what I have to say is not What you think. But pulling teeth apart feels like Tearing flowers from their beds- Their petals from their stems- And discarding them beneath feet Anyway. I have been trying to stay silent. For what I have to say is not What you think. I can no longer tell if it is A lack of things to utter, or too many. But each contained within throat Rattles against breath And how you cannot hear, I Know not. They scream louder than A pounding heart And at times that echoes, unbidden. I think they each race the other, Tempted with reaching ears- Does the head win, Or the heart? I could lead from silence to sound, Or elsewise And still feel confined To passages of speech. Monologues ringing off instead of Dialogue. Confined to self, and always Yearning To touch you We’ve been taught that Actions speak louder than words, And I travel with back steps Hoping – Perhaps silence will sound loudest
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emma-arthurs
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
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