why are your empty hands so full
what's holding you there
In a space of clutter
And clingy
And reasoning for no reason
oh the silence we carry in noise
and the noise we carry like instruments
Don't you hear the band
or opera
Or hip hop
Or choice
carry things worth holding
carry smiles
And laughter
And babies on hips
twisting to sure sounds
carry love
and kindness
In our hearts
on our sleeves
that lead to hands lent to our brother
carry memories of your father
dead but not absent
carry no more tissue
tears won't be carried in your eyes
only a bright future
and poems on a phone screen
on the first of April
1/30 is worth carrying.
Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
why are your empty hands so full
what's holding you there
In a space of clutter
And clingy
And reasoning for no reason
oh the silence we carry in noise
and the noise we carry like instruments
Don't you hear the band
or opera
Or hip hop
Or choice
carry things worth holding
carry smiles
And laughter
And babies on hips
twisting to sure sounds
carry love
and kindness
In our hearts
on our sleeves
that lead to hands lent to our brother
carry memories of your father
dead but not absent
carry no more tissue
tears won't be carried in your eyes
only a bright future
and poems on a phone screen
on the first of April
1/30 is worth carrying.
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