"silnce" poems
Silence fills my ears
Silence fills my head
Silence fills my entire being
But I'm constantly drawn to it
It consumes me
Although it's not the silence itself
It's what lies within it
Im being pulled into the darkness that comes along with the peircing silence
Whatever is lurking througout the darkness and the silence is luring me in
But the darkness slowly starts to become one with me
The silnce slowly fades away as the dark over powers it
Soon enough the beautiful silence is gone and all I am left with is the darkness that will soon over power me as well
But I soon realize that there was never any silcence, only darkness
And the darkness was me.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 7:26 PM UTC
crystal with pearl sitting among the earth starting at its beauty then whatch a swirl a blood covered coating the peals white now completly drowned with red boiling radge filled with anger twisted emotion with a broken heart on half sad, cold hearted in the shawdows afraid to be loved again and the other half wicked and always swoling and evil grinning like a ****** thats gone sycho and lost it way and all ties together into a death blood full moon.
I only see...this no one else i walk alone knowing i lost my friend and she has gone to depths in the shadows like a black whole ****** every bright hope she gets or has slowly get torn by the black whole the resting in her heart. She cries for help but lies in silnce no one can find her not even her soul can find her. She ask for no help, no one...she trust no body not even her self. I repeat over and over to my self only nobody can see her but my other friend may know her may know here but she has no clue she keeps messing every thing for her i create the demon moon with my friend i under stand her that i cannot not tell my other friend
i find her in the black whole and slowly recreating her her white moon
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 5:44 PM UTC
Feeling empty like a car out of gas , can't even putter around anymore , done like like a man in jail , sitting in my ****** apartment letting my mind go in a million directions , I feel as if I'm missing a pice to a puzzle , just gone , can't froget about it like your first day of school , your first kiss ,or the day I first saw you , still sitting in my hell hole of an appartment alone with nothing but memories from the past the " good ole days " to soon to say hi again , still feeling the spark so a hello and good by was the time to soon to say hi the awkward moment of silnce following , as the spark walks away for the fire to be not lit , ,I love you and I can't stop your always there , as a pitied sits on a wall i, I can't get sleep tonight eventhough I know everything will be alright .... This empty feeling *****
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
and in the hairs there was blood
strange blood
like that which has concealed yet flows
his fingers probes the feeling
a feeling of immense tension building up within him
like the grieving of a mother for a dead child
that sentences in a mournful court
that which is personal protest
the earth to death
the blood wanders about his body
it feels the geography of his bones
his skin
like some inner universe it navigates itself
to the feeling that is probed
but it is to late
for there is a silnce now
which grows in darkness and consistency
curdling thought
yet when he smiles
he is beautiful
Jun 22, 2013
Jun 22, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
Where the problem truly lies
Because unlike prophesy says
You cant see pain in someone eyes
No matter how hard you look
Sometimes its deeper than that
I know because the smile I see in the mirror every morning is pretty convincing
Because everyday I can be pretty convincing
You see its not always in the open
Some times the pain is buried behind many locked doors
And a lot of times
We don’t know where to find the key
Tragedy
Is never expected
You didn’t see the president predicting 9/11
And you never would of saw me predicting this
It’s funny
How one second you can be happy
And the next wollowing in despair
Because sometimes you feel like a magician
Making people around you disappear
And it seems like the world is deaf
You scream out and no one seemed to hear
So now your quiet
Now your silent
Living in the world without a voice is violent
Like your hand cuffed
And buried in a coffin
No one you can hear you if you scream
Like tou drowing and ever time you try to open your mouth water fills your lungs
Like your blind folded and cant see
Where life is leading you
Do you ever wonder where your life is leading
Do you ever wonder where you are leading your life
Do you ever wonder
Why you do things
Or what does it all freakin mean
Do you ever wonder what your missing
It seems like your in a comedy show and everyone is laughing
At something your not quite hearing
Sometimes living without a voice is pretty lonely
But that depression gets to feel *****
Your reality accepts the silnce
No matter how violent
The pain is now your identity
Depression has stolen your name
You are everything they call you
And at the same time nothing at all
You have let this go on for to long
But you don’t know how to stop
Kind of like an addiction
The silence has grown on you
But what you haven’t noticed
Is that there are people screaming out for help in this world
But you haven’t had time to listen
You have been drowning and couldn’t lend a hand
You have been buried under layers and layers of pain
You secrets have been held so close
You emotions have been put so far back
That you cant remember what feeling them is like
And you have been so focused on how your feeling
That you didn’t care too look around you and see who else is drowning
So silent that instead of speaking on what you saw
You sit back and watch them suffer
You become part of the problem
And its sad
This cycle
Of asking for help
Not getting it
Than not helping anyone else
All you want is for someone to reach out to you
But you can’t reach out to anyone else
We are all drowning
And only if we could work togethere
Maybe
We can get to the surface
Than maybe
We can breathe
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 1:52 AM UTC