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The sound of silence So frequently documented Resides in my bones. My restless brain sleeps. Saved from the wretchedness Of one million sounds. And I let myself write. The din of a stadium Full of klaxons and canned laughter Is now but an echo And it is just Nina and I. I can stare endlessly out of the window And not be asked why. I can sit stubbornly with my mouth taped shut And not be asked why. I can sit and strum Out of time and out of key And not be asked why. And I let myself write. A scattering a books and a half-made bed. A cooling mug of tea. I am laid bare afore the eyes of nobody The fool of the romantics, and the jester of the ghosts. And I sit here and just sit. Twitching my lips along the grooves of these words Stumbling over them in a soundless whisper. And I let myself write. This sound of silence, So fleetingly fair Will last just moments. The chimes will soon sound And one million yawns Will tremble in the throats of others. So for now, I let myself write.
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Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
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The sound of silence So frequently documented Resides in my bones. My restless brain sleeps. Saved from the wretchedness Of one million sounds. And I let myself write. The din of a stadium Full of klaxons and canned laughter Is now but an echo And it is just Nina and I. I can stare endlessly out of the window And not be asked why. I can sit stubbornly with my mouth taped shut And not be asked why. I can sit and strum Out of time and out of key And not be asked why. And I let myself write. A scattering a books and a half-made bed. A cooling mug of tea. I am laid bare afore the eyes of nobody The fool of the romantics, and the jester of the ghosts. And I sit here and just sit. Twitching my lips along the grooves of these words Stumbling over them in a soundless whisper. And I let myself write. This sound of silence, So fleetingly fair Will last just moments. The chimes will soon sound And one million yawns Will tremble in the throats of others. So for now, I let myself write.
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Edward-Coles
26/M/English
Sep 12, 2012
Sep 12, 2012 at 10:44 AM UTC
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