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Do thoughts make a sound? If so you'd hear screaming How can a room be so quiet When this noise is deafening? Maybe it can't be heard by ears
By Penny2 years ago in Poets
I feel completely useless. Like I'm walking around trying to find a light switch. Like it’s my first day on earth. Like I’ve landed here to explore and see the beauty everywhere, but I don’t. Instead I see things for what they are and I want to go home now. I feel nothing but boredom.
Shh…I have whispers to share. Secrets fragile to touch. Too delicate to move, like fresh words on wet tissue. Don’t let the ink run.
You are everything, as well as agony A mirror and taste of my own medicine My hearts thirsty for chaos in spite of me Leading me down roads I’m sure I’ve been
Waiting Room A piece that fits no puzzle. The snag in the tapestry. Repetitious and futile. In a pit of vipers you kiss and caress as they sink their teeth into your flesh and rip away chunk after chunk.