If Silence were a song, it would’ve been your favorite.
You’d play it again and again, like notes that beckon,
And you’d always hum along.
You live in this world where everything you see turns into a weapon-
The sun smiles at you and rips out your light with its sharp teeth,
A suicide note with your name on it tears you, cuts you, and reads you, when it should’ve be the other way around.
You are all alone on the streets,
You are all alone in your room,
You wonder if anyone hears your heartbeat,
You wonder if they hear the clocks tick more than they hear your heartbeat,
You wonder when it’ll stop.
If your heartbeat were a song, you’d hate it.
You’d want it to stop playing,
But it’s always the last song you listen to.
They hear theirs everyday, but fail to listen to yours,
They don’t hear how it screams, “Don’t leave, I need your help”,
Your life falls out of your grasp,
And you are left asking yourself what the hell have I done,
You are left with only two choices.
Teach yourself the art of fading.
Slowly, but surely.
Before you fade,
Make sure they at least notice you fading away.
Leave a sign,
Leave it in the bathroom,
And keep the door open.
Teach yourself the art of holding on.
Carve your name on every person’s back so that they won’t ever forget of its importance, or even of its existence.
Then sort out everything in your closet, keep the clothes that don’t fit you anymore as a reminder that you can keep things that you don’t want anymore, but hold fragments of your past.
Listen to your heartbeat.
Play it like the only music that doesn’t seem absurd,
Play it- a violin that always hits the right notes,
Always wounds the strings just a little,
But still manages, to make something beautiful.
I have hours of silence to share
you must be tired of listening
to rumours at your vanity fair.
I have no promises to swear
but I'll embrace your dark side
something no one could dare.
I have deep eyes you can stare
infinitely perfect nothingness
that you searched everywhere.
I have empty pockets to spare
rest your hands, overtaxed from
bookkeeping for a millionaire.
I have dreams that would scare
those uncanny voices and faces
from your everyday nightmare.
I have a fair heart that is square
you can stop running in circles
chasing people who don't care.
breeding frenzied jawboning
nastiness, rock'm sock'm vermin
zealously, dizzying hordes kickstart
outrageous trampling, xMen busting
displays, heralding luminary
pastoral times, Xing Bethlehem
figurine Jesus observes sacrilegious
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Ah, nothing beats the fistfights,
knocked unconscious bruising
bad ass blimp
at absolute gall
bladder kicking, eye poking,
neck choking, up pall
ling, et cetera brutality at this,
that, or s'mother mall
far from madding crowd portentous squall,
but at a safe distance
removed along a deserted hall
witnessing flying seer sucker-punches,
et cetera all
solely about one small
pinterest ting live mutant
ninja vudu doll, a mere couple inches tall,
sporting ability to transform
into an antagonistic tournament
cavalier two pronged horn spurning beast,
which former attribute
manufacturer didst install
with constituent parts shipped from Blue Ball
poker red hot furious loosed bull
eyeing a glitter bauble
half cocked pissant, with an alien drawl
dressed in bulletproof coverall
just another brick against a wall
angrily erupt volcano like,
provoking lava lee flowing mayhem,
when a security detail
prior to temporary cease fire didst recall
merely axes whatsapp with y'all
thence, bing kicked in groin
and reduced to crawl,
thus in no mood to sing jingall
bells, where stood,
yet another beefy watchman
aghast at squall
lid human wrecking machine
analogously offensive as off fall
spreading riotous wildfire conflagration
analogous to absent referee,
when sure betted best
team mate of foot ball
lost Superbowl game
by a tackle merely postal
stamp size distance to win game,
thus anonymous observer
made an urgent call
to Donald Trump, whose reaction begot
an uncontrollable nuclear fusion reaction
fisticuff dueling brawl,
spreading bedlam, sparking
avast capitalone, groupon,
flickr ring plenti tinder
triggering military police to go awol.
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a quick thinking whippersnapper
holds up a baseball bat
as a make shift microphone,
donning reversed hat
feigns to be an announcer
live from pseudo faux palestra and spat
out nonsensical tit for tat.
are you there?
Im trying not to stare
but I guess I caught your glare
I smile a little
you smile back
you hold my hand
we were bland
i texted you for nights
i had a fright
because with no reply
i wanted to die.
i wanted to say goodbye
I know I didn't want to
so i didn't
because I was strong
you smiled back
and then my world turned black
A little broken heart like mine
is really easy to find
im leaving you
worst words to say
because now I really want you
Why do I wish you were standing there
running your hands through my hair
Whispering compliments in my ear
Promising me that you’ll always be here
Listening to our favorite song
swaying, together, all the while long
Feeling your pulse against my cheek
Feeling my knees become a little weak
I could stay here for hours with you
Because I believe what you said was true
That people were made with a part of them missing
Only to find it in someone worth kissing
you’re indescribable, stargirl
with your words you can burn
sonnets on my chest;
with your silence, you can rip
a hole in my heartstrings.
be careful, stargirl
you’ve got my full attention
whether you’re riding shotgun
and my eyes won’t leave you
or when we’re with others
and your gravity pulls me in
don’t worry, stargirl
i’m here to stay