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 Aug 2015 PurpleOrchidSpirit
mori
a place that
makes you want to take your earphones off
because you want to hear what the world is throwing at you,
instead of block it out
yuck idk if i worded this right
its so hushed here you can ride it
enter into it and become it

quietude without measure
giving birth constantly

and who knows what to whom
this silence will touch
What are we doing here?
Strangers uttered to each other CHEERS
We live in two different world
But for unknown reason we were being furled

To a place beyond the outer space
For me a miracle that can't be untraced
Though reason was so unclear
All I know I'm so happy I met you here

Occasion that may take a day or two
Time that set for me and you
A dream that certainly will past
But for me.... truly a moment that will last....
Definitely for all of you GUYS... Thank you for the FRIENDSHIP...
muted voices rounded up and schooled
all the local children are back to their books
no screams of delight and noisy games
can be heard in our small community this day
summer holidays have come to their end
only their ghosts remain all at play
in the memories of all our yesterdays
 Aug 2015 PurpleOrchidSpirit
ryn
.
■■■■■■
|.....l.....|
|.....l.....|

• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
•••••dulls•••••
□□□□□■12■□□□□□
  ■11            ^              1■  
■10                 I                 2■  
■9                    ●----->         3■  
■8                                      4■
■7          ­                       5■
□□□□□□■6■□□□□□□

••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•
 Aug 2015 PurpleOrchidSpirit
qi
Perhaps one day, when I am older,
I will look at who I am today-
A scrawny girl
with her hands balled up so tight
That there are crescent-shaped depressions
in the palms of her hands

(She will be standing leagues behind me)

And I will run, run to her
with my dying strength

I'll offer my condolences,
And give withering flowers to my own ghost.
Things won't be quite as terrible anymore
A muted silent melody
A vacant chained cage
The loveless awaits a remedy
With muted silent rage

It wanders around an essence
Clings to broken loveless pleasures
In hope one accepts its presence
It wanders still a muted treasure

A loveless soul dances to a blank tune
Looking for loves elixir, its eyes catch a mind
With steps of silence under a muted moon
Once loveless, this soul dances for love it finds.
I question whether to hold you within or to let you go.
I stare at the life holding on to the nothingness,
Thinking I haven't done anything but held on to the emptiness,
Oh life, how do I let you pass me by everyday?
Oh life, how have I let you become so stagnant?
Trying to find the corners of the emptiness
I forgot how to look at you.  

I know my priorities but not how I want to work for them,
I know what my goal should be but desert is all I see,
Mirages of the could've been and what ifs.
Emptiness, Why did I let you in? Why can't I let you out?
Emptiness, you are strong, though you make me weak.
You make me question my existence,
You make me believe my demons.

I wish I knew how to quit you,
But you are my companion,
The one that never leaves.
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