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Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. No one can tell how voices came to be... or songs. We never uttered words until that night.
By Amy Christie2 years ago in Fiction
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The last songs came when I couldn't see yet. My first five years of life were spent in darkness. Murmuring, stepping without guides, crawling, and testing the air.
Is it so hard to go, say goodbye once, forever, no regret or look back, not wondering how life will treat the soul you leave,
By Amy Christie2 years ago in Poets
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Until a roar comes at your window, you will rest quietly, in peace. What do you do when there's no hiding and no lies?
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Trapped in this dungeon for 1105 years, sealed from another voice for millions of seconds... At the edge of these walls, echoes murmur in the vacuum, yet none can reach us.
Touching this sunray and the next shadows lie between flowers, I walk on blazing trail leaving a silver mark on each leaf
Locked behind sorrow door, I tried to see the light, outside it was nighttime, the moon caressing dreams, butterflies weaving new tomorrow,
Who knocks on sill, violet fragrance in the wind, what voice can tell the words I speak when all is quiet, and I dream
Would you stay in the shade if sunlight kept calling your name, if roses reached to touch your cheek, your heart, your spirit,
Colors seem blind, wind has no hue you look deep and no sound turns soul back into loving arms, higher than anger
This rain I started long ago, when I dreamed of an ocean wave, that took my dreams to sky, to meet the moon, I feared sun for tiny wishes,
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. The stars above lie quiet most nights... then again, they wake up. For those who know when to listen.