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While staring into the heavens,
A vast storm came
Tearing into the atmosphere,
out from the wild darkness.


While listening,
to the silenced;
I heard rumors
of a mega galactic cloud.
A star maker;
unknown elements
colliding
with moonless planets
In her eternal belly.

  Here I was,
Too Weak
to break
the skin of space...
Traveling adrift,
Where the presence of chasmic cliffs,
bring comfort
from the sight
Of the great cloud,
eating planets in the dark.

Suddenly, I heard a sound
Like myriads of thunderstorms
being held prisoner
By the never ending cloud,
The resonance of which,
ripped the page of days apart--

Spilling
Everything empty down
into the trembling earth
And all of the
light escaped the dark...

I stopped existing..
I couldn't hear anything;
not even,
the quiet vibration
of my own voice in my head
every second,
Achingly expiring at birth;
An,
incarnation-
of the beaten silence.


Woe, to the chaos of my eyes,
They, see nothing...
Seeing nothing
Every time
I forgot my name.
A name that was,
whispered by raindrops,
And written in my blood.

Again

I
           Drifted


I heard the silenced,
whisper.

I have learned,
Why, darkness first hated the light
and challenged its power.
How, the stars
that you and I can see,
are the lowliest luminaries;
they have fallen
So far down,
too far from heaven, now.

How, when galaxies
  consume the stars
that the almighty named;
they are erased,
from everything;
Unfound,
throughout all of the immensity!"

Awakened,

I waited for the
Ageless clouds.
And, though I knew
That once a raindrop whispers
A name,
never again would it fall
from the lips of a storm.
Still,
I am listening,
I know I
Won't understand the
languages of the names
Still I listen
without my eyes;
Listening for the sound
Of the ancient wild fire
At the bottom of an unfounded sea;
Ablaze, climbing
The staircase
Of the sea,
The roar of it's furious limbs  
shattering the soaked ceiling---

This is the image of
Words, and names descending...
Still I must listen...
When I hear the vibration
Like lightning strikes,
Across a cellos strings
Suspended
in mid-heaven;
 an adagio,
Composed by angels...
the augmented chord
kept secret
through the valleys
Of years.

  I will search,
for the almighty,
Wholeheartedly;
Into the
wild world enraged
I will only speak as the silenced do,
In the tongues of clouds
Yet, the words carry the weight
Of worlds,

I will go.
    
When I find
Someone who is
Weary, who is beaten down
And *****,
And yet...
He is awake-
waiting...
or if while traveling
with a thunderstorm
through a city
And there among the busy streets,
I find anyone standing moveless,
Where Heavy feet rush to escape the rain,
Their eyes shut,
Just waiting,
patiently In the rain-

I will tell them;

Why this world
is not their home.

Then,
I will show them,
how to hear..and-
Most importantly-
How to listen,
to the words of the rain,
That whispers.

And once
they learn to listen
they will hear,
their names;
They will remember everything,
All that mankind has forgotten.
And, then...
                           I will wait,
              Through,
the withering.
              Through,
the unending night
my heart humbled,
imploring the almighty,
To name me again,
The name that I forgot;

And plead with him
to succor me,
So that
without fear;
I may
make a stand,
For the truth
Bearing it's light
through dark wars,
and my struggle,
With the sons of the night;
            these days,
at the very edge of days,

On the eve of,
The war that finishes
all things-

That is not ours to wage,

That day the riders from the heavens
Will eat up the sky,
And the black blood
Will rain;
from the deepest
white clouds.
She's silenced, in a shell of her former self
She's told to remain silent that her words are too sharp,
What if they can groom life itself...
Poetry is a writer's truth seen and expressed with passion.
Astra Nov 22
Another sleepless night,
Another night of lies,
I harbor my feels that I have to hide,

Why might you ask do these feels stay alive,
I answer with a few simple lines,

I’m a girl, one slightly broken, one afraid of the question and attention,
So hushed are my thoughts and silence is my voice,

There’s one good thing I must say something that strengthens me inside,
And keeps me alive,

That fact that this feelings are all MINE
All right reserved
life on LSD Sep 27
De talloze keren dat ik je het heb willen vertellen
allen vol moed opzoek naar woorden, nederlands of engels
nog altijd niet de juiste taal gevonden

Moeten de woorden rijmen?
poezie of als muziek?
een artiest uitend op papier?

Of ja, in mijn geval achter het scherm

Alle pogingen gehuld in de meest romantische, passende en passievolle woorden
het is me nog niet gelukt

Inmiddels wel gestopt met rijmen, maar alsnog niet *** ik het had willen zien verschijnen
tot nu toe alleen nog maar lege woorden

Toch had ik gewild dat het schrijven over diamanten en jasmijnen
hadden kunnen onthullen wat ik probeer te ontcijferen
maar met miscommunicatie als tweede naam en onbegrepen die van jou
is dat geen strak plan

Zelfs zo, lastiger dan ooit, alsof je naast me zit nu
ik heb mijn woorden niet sneller zien verdwijnen
dan de tijd die ik doorbreng met jou
authentiek, elke spatie zo veelzeggend
maar ongebruikt gelaten, zoals de muziek
die waarschijnlijk nooit meer op zou houden op het moment dat ik jou vertel, alles, wat ik zeggen wil

Misschien toch maar poëzie
dat mijn ongekende motivatie toch niet schrijven kan
wellicht brengt het je dan de melodie
die ik voor je had willen zingen als ik de stem ervoor had

Dan had het geluid je hart doen trillen

Op een plek waar gevoelens de woorden niet meer nodig had
misschien dan nog in een tekening, kunst, schilderij of een standbeeld
uitgekerfd en gehouwen of van gehouden
vastgezet in niets anders dan een mening in werkelijkheid uitgelegd

Het zit toch wat lastiger in elkaar

Wellicht ben ik dan eindelijk klaar met de keren dat ik geprobeerd heb jou te schrijven
en ik de loze woorden bij elkaar raapte en zei wat ik niet zeggen kan

Want waar mijn woorden te kort komen en geen inkt ze kan vormen in oneindig prachtige lijnen
geen scherm die het licht kan uitstralen
met het bereik van wat ik jou zou willen vertellen

Evenals de keren dat de woorden stierven
op mijn lippen onderweg naar jou is al zoveel verloren
ik ben het inmiddels kwijt

De ontelbare keren dat ik met jou deelde wat alleen van ons kan zijn
ik ga het nooit vergeten
de liefde, de warmte of het gevoel om met jou samen te zijn
misschien ligt daar alle kracht, opgespaard om op te teren
ik mag het niet delen

Het is van mij.
silenced
Pyrrha Sep 13
Carefully the needle penetrates into my skin
With every new puncture the thread follows along

In and out again and again
Till it reaches the end and finally
A harsh pull, a few tugs

Then the string is snipped free at last
Its been completely sewn shut

Only after you closed me up
Did you ask me how my day was
How I was feeling

But what could I say
With my mouth sewn shut?
Lee Sep 3
women are silenced
minorities are marginalized
i would love to see inside the mind of a man who likes to criticize
others for the traits they cannot control
at the end of the day
in the same way
we all grow old

i've lost my voice
my thoughts no longer bold
like a mime I sit and watch
as everyone spills their soul
i think instead of speaking
analyze the conversation
emotions are peaking
i've deescalated the situation...
in my head.
i struggle to speak
they skip my solution
jabbering continues
without a conclusion
i am of no use
i have no relief
feelings are recluse
a heart but no sleeves
Nathalie Aug 4
Peace lingers  

And sets a familiar tone

I wave at a distant moon

As the new dawn awakens  

From her sleep



Dreams have been painted  

On the canvass of my mind    

My heart smiles as it remembers

Visions of yesterday



No words can fully capture

The essence or this feeling

Stirring within my soul

Grace and beauty  

Have silenced old fears

Ones that have haunted my sleep



My spirit soars as it recalls

Verses that have yet to be heard

Remembering words to a song

That has just begun…



~ Nathalie
elaine Jul 25
We are silent until we die,
As we die we inhale our last breath, and exhale a shout into oblivion. Shouting all that was not said and all that could have happened.
While you are screaming though, you question why you never said this while you were alive. Where people could take in what you have to say and possibly change. But then again how could you scream to a world with headphones in and music turned all the way up to drown out the sounds.
Sam Kelly Jul 20
The results are undeniable,
My fears are justifiable.
I know you mean no harm,
But I’m a sucker for your charm.
I mean, on paper, you’re ideal,
But I’m already losing what is real.
I’m tripping over words inside my head.
I don’t know what should be left unsaid.
Polite smiles are well and good
But I would scream if only I could.
I feel my demons scratch my tongue,
Trying to silence what I’ve become.
I’m running out of space inside my mind,
I just can’t be who I left behind.
I am honest and I am strong.
So why does that now feel so wrong?
And I know freedom isn’t free
But I’m begging you not to break me.
If you are going to do
what you are going to do,
then, me, too.

You know what they say,
"It's eye for an eye!" It's
never been a better time
to hoard your money or
build your fortress. If you
use your opulence just to
defend the devil's rigging,
it's not too far off to believe

others will come,
sneak in w/ gasoline
others will come,
sneak in w/ gasoline

speak in fire what they can't
say with words, still unheard
status as we know it
is based on make believe
is it so, so strange some
intend to burn

at inferno temperatures
in a city that infights
copy and paste?

then, is it strange,
except for the few,
the rich sit on their *****?

If you are going to do
what you are going to do,
then, me, too.

Me, too.
Me, too.
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