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  Aug 2017 D Berry
Bipolar Hypocrite
Silence- complete absence of sound.

It's funny,
How they think silence,
means you can't hear a thing.

But you can hear silence.

It's so fricking loud.
You really can't miss it.
A clock ticks time by tirelessly
Gears winding like twines of string
With quaint clicking quickly quieting
Until finally time stands still

Broken glass of a smooth clock face
Gears halting in deformity
Glistening shards like the sands of time
Ceasing in their downward flight

A once beating ticking heart of life
Now is lost within a sleepless night
Once a momentum to continued light
Now falls to the ringing silence's might

Time broken into shattered deaths
Until there is simply nothing left
Maybe you've guessed; my nightstand clock broke. It's not like it was an antique that belonged to my great grandmother or anything. Oh wait....
  Aug 2017 D Berry
Leonard Nimoy
A silence with you
Is not
a silence

But a moment rich
with peace
D Berry Aug 2017
We just dying to survive,
then survive to just die,
all the while we been dead
because life revolves around Lifeless things
like rent due and them expensive heels
that ain't no different
than a regular shoe.

Round and round we go,
we don't know,
and probably never will.

We just dying to survive,
then survive just to die,
do we ever really live,
or did we live our life
in womb when we
came to be,
just to die to survive
then survive just to die.

Round and round we go,
we don't know,
did we ever?
D Berry Aug 2017
You have ten minutes to cry, eight minutes to whine, six to scream, four to wipe your tears, two to smile.

You have ten minutes to be weary, eight minutes to be unstable, six to pull yourself together, four to let go, two to smile.

You have ten minutes to hate them, eight to regret, six to mourn, four to smile, two to forgive.

It’s orthodox and maddening, but the time we have is short and limited. It takes one or two seconds to fall apart, minutes to pretend and a lifetime to heal.

Screaming at the top of your lungs, drowning on promises that are empty and words that mean less, it’s a wonder we even survive.

Breathe.
Exist.

Hearts and souls ripped out, crushed, stamped to death. It takes seconds to fall apart, minutes to pretend, lifetime to heal.

You have ten minutes to cry, eight to unstable, six to reflect, four to wipe your tears, two to smile,

One to forgive.

— The End —