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Joshua Adam Jul 2015
Now engulfed by silence, with my thoughts must I contend
trying to avoid the abyss, a state of loneliness to descend
being in touch with my feelings, I have become confined
thinking to escape, despite being directionless and blind

The days bring disappointments, with weeks fleeting hope
feeling you're at that point of no return, you just can't cope
yet, happy memories break that spell, in time wounds heal
constantly keeping yourself occupied, thinking you can deal

Regain your emotional stability, and recognize this very power
healing starts from within, so don't retreat from your ivory tower
the human mind has an endless light, where happiness is found
leading you toward a deeper understanding, this life is profound

Don't drown in the waters of silence, your mind brings you there
it creates images of fear, trapping you, your subconscious snare
find a friend in whom you can trust, and share your pain and fear
you'll then unburden your heart, knowing that someone does care

At times silence can be beneficial, when kept under your control
but if it causes your mind to become delusional, it will take a toll
silence breeds independence, so you can make it work for you
it resides in a world of its own; you don't have to be a who's who

So take advantage of this internal silence, a catalyst to achieve
exile yourself to its sanctuary, in its power you've got to believe
light is mere reflection, it is silence which you will ultimately see
it alone will enable you to find happiness, your true spiritual key
Sometimes silence can be deafening. Sometimes silence can be music to soothe the mind. It is the key that unlocks many doors. This is a short poem that seeks to make a little noise in the minds of those who feel that they are trapped in silence.
GiveUpGoHome Jul 2015
i remember aimlessly driving those barren city streets
in the deadest hours of the night
hoping to see you doing the same
i never saw you
and even if i did
i wouldn't have known what to do
it's been a year
and i still don't know what to do
Marsh and Cope
lovers locked in embrace
took it upon themselves
to make each other great
by destroying what they had
all the while
mapping new life with old bones.
© 2012  J.J.W. Coyle
Aniseed Jun 2015
Hair trailing like jet streams
As tiny shoes skim the grass.
Don't know where she gets
The breath in her lungs to
Keep her going.
She'll need it for all the cushion
It'll give when she crashes into
Her daddy's arms to have it
Squeezed all out of her.

                                                It's always the moments few
                                             and far between


Keep low, her momma said,
When the sirens wail and they're
Shining that light through the blinds.
She keeps real still when red flashes
Blue even now.
Holds her breath and waits for
The light to blind her again.
Just a habit.

The drawings looked so funny
When they were done.
A sort of dark humor with the
Look of shock scribbled on her face
In cerulean blue.
Never liked blue but the shade
Always caught the girl's eye.
Her momma deserved that color.
Her daddy's car was colored orange.

They thank heavens it wasn't red.

"You can't Change it.
You can't Control it.
You can't Convince him.
But you can Cope."


Told her to repeat it like a mantra;
Post it on a wall
Let it spill like a holy verse
Until you believe it.
She wasn't one for God anyway.

                                                But what if I wanted to try?

Air around him isn't so stale now.
Frowned upon to have a beer
At an alcoholic's wake.
She wondered if this is how it would
Have smelled.

She barely knows the people in this
Room.
They're chatting about church and
How he was so great.
But she'll bet her last dollar
That they hadn't seen him sober
In years.

Hell, neither had she.
                                                *All I can do now is cope.
Figured I'd rework this, since it needed refining anyway, in celebration to the holiday.

Here's to you, dad. I'll toast a drink to you, I guess.
aurora Jun 2015
a whisper breaks through the silence
either a dead friend's advice or a call for help
watch you get up and leave the room
i wish i could leave too

a pat on the back
"it gets better" they say
easy to say when you're not me
I haven’t had to lay it all out.
A few tears gets my thoughts out.
A few good songs,
removes those thoughts
the ones that used to be so easily bought
PoETE Poet-Pete May 2015
Who am I, what happened to me, myself, and I, is this my life or an entire lie, or is there a world of hope between you and I, as I cross a golden dagger thru my eye, now do I cry, sigh, or fly, into a world of darkness between me, myself, and I.....?
Anxiety depression hope courage strength Divine Intelligence



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L Marie Feb 2015
You are such a stalker--
Or at least your ghost is;
It keeps following me
Closer than my shadow.
I feel your breath on me.
I hear it in my ears,
I just can't see it now
Since you're right behind me.

Some people would be scared,
Others at least anxious
But you'd never hurt me;
You didn't when you could.

At night in the dark halls
I swear I see a hint,
A sliver of you, quick,
As I change direction.
My memory is clear
As it haunts my present
And perhaps I see you--
Your ghost, to cope with the
Loss.
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