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See loudness but be silented
hearing things not needed
pencils and pens scribbling
teacher constant speaking
smell of freshness
yet sight of trashness
jo forstrom Jan 2014
The Flute.

Want to hear my heart cry do you

then lean inwards inside of me where this my soul weeps from within a place where even tears dare not to go

for see, a long time ago angel wings dipped outside of my window on  the rainiest night
and i died inside of me,

Now do you hear me

for I never lied to you
and you broke my heart from within the very silented depths of my soul.

jo.
Becky Littmann Jun 2017
He let them win
Somehow their repetitive chatter & noise crept right in
Quietly & unseen they anchored their lies & fabrications
Truths were quickly fading into arguments & altercations
In his head their noise just echos & echos in a shout
He battled & fought, but it wasn't well enough to keep them out
The echos only got louder & louder
More & more he began to doubt her
Thoughts began dwelling
The echos were now just yelling
Hoping truth he'd soon forget
& Trusting was something he'd always just regret

Proud of what they've done
The echos thought they've won
But his thoughts weren't able to convince his heart & soul
He knew without her, he would never be whole
Feelings, really now, this time they were true & real... truly not a chance to break
& As for the echos.....well they were just a silented mistake
jo forstrom Jan 2014
Paper Dreams.

Out here I drift away inside of silented dreams
Paper ones

For my heart was taken away from me
Out there where those distant hillsides can be seen

It was I out there just walking inside of stilled sands of time

And doves encircled me inside of a moment that I fell deeply in love with a man of all time

And he whispered to me
I have built you a sailboat made of pieces of time
Come with me for this is where our forever lies

And it was then I awoke suspended inside of this my paper dream.

jo.

— The End —