"unsilence" poems
from the beauty of the break of day
to the enchantment of the night,
if his eyes find these words I pray
they shall find in them delight:
at the sparkle of the velvet sky,
at the day-lit cotton blue,
at the very apple of his eye,
at the girl who sees him true;
I long that his ears hear the song,
the duet of wood and brook
that grows in defiance loud and strong
for the branches people took,
for the wanderer between the hills,
for the two birds far apart,
for the battle cry so loud and shrill
of emotion that swells my heart.
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 8:20 PM UTC
Body hurts from last night's wine and
This morning's lifting.
Hands shake, sounds of construction
Like an insane symphony of
Unsilence.
My limbs are the fingers of a clenched
Fist around the hope that
The hours may grow wings.
The city, a snail outside
The construction site fence.
We're both prisoners under a
Sky that's waiting to downpour,
Giving each other nervous looks
Through iron bars, smiling
Unwillingly with tears in our eyes,
To immitate consolement.
Today, a line has been drawn between
The world and its enemy,
Of which I'm on the wrong side.
This is how I die;
A drowned flower.
A bleeding scar. An
Exposed nerve in the rain.
At least I have the wine.
Without it, I'd never get this thirsty.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:03 AM UTC
No logic can drift away
the stench of lust that
lures over us, like darkness
caressing the daylight with truth.
Whispers of memories unsilence
your song composed upon my skin but
the aching kiss of a bumble bee
melts away our distant song as
it extracts the purity of our pollen,
the longing for love that
once stirred your soul.
As it still stirs mine.
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 3:21 PM UTC
the silence in
your voice
is like a storm
in the cold.
when it thunders
the sky renders
a fidgeted cloud
wanting to rowd
away to a bout.
it moves random
looking to stardom
wishing the rain
would fall.
and when it does
the calm
traps
any remaining of the stabs
the weather
had dabbed.
the return of the sound
a musical
found
is perfect to accompany the mind.
when you open up
and say
it is proud
all the things you 'lowed.
Nov 9, 2013
Nov 9, 2013 at 11:38 AM UTC
She's rock 'n' roll as if it was an
Element.
She walks to the sound of
Cobblestones worshiping her
Heels like the desert its rare
Rains.
Nightclub beats slow
Down to
Match her pulse
As she passes.
Narcissus loving himself
Before her; she mirrors
Men's fragile egos in the
Tears she produces when
Passing them with me
On her mind.
She's rock 'n' roll
As if unsilence itself commanded
A goddess to choose a body
To possess; her
Back straight
Like time was of no such thing
As the essence.
She slows down to match
My humble
Mortal
Pace.
I die.
Then
Not.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:20 PM UTC
can i not bore into my temple
and remove the bitterest parts
of myself when they scream?
am i forced to witness their decaying
motions as they spoil and rot
every good thing I feel?
i say no, because i am worth more
than unspoken disdain, disgust,
unpleasantry.
fingertips to burdened lips,
I unsilence them and free the raindrop
words that ache to revive the good
behind the hurt.
paintbrush smattered in an ugly
hue of purely human creation,
no divinity in its intent, portrays
an image of a me that doesn't like me.
but it washes off in realization
that water is love is truth.
and that truth, beyond me
and in me, is good.
Jul 1, 2024
Jul 1, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
Watching the lights blare,
Whisked fitly in the sound of sirens,
Vacuum between two worlds
Breathless little thoroughfare
Basking in this unsilence.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 7:55 PM UTC
A painful unsilence
Every whisper sounds a cannon
Screams and shouts
Only heard from within
Soft cotton
Turns to velcro on my skin
The floodlight from the sky
Washed colour off my face
And I still wonder
Why my heart begins to race
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:30 PM UTC