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Silence
Silence,
Is golden,
It's true,
What many say,
But silence is also,
A weapon,
Which too many freely,
Give away
Silence,
Like knowledge,
Is power,
And often misunderstood
Some few,
Remain silent,
Not because they had to,
But because they could
Silence,
Can be suffering,
It can be,
Total misery,
But silence,
Should never,
Ever,
Be mistaken for defeat
Silence,
Is a tool,
Sometimes the sharpest,
Of them all,
And it echoes,
Hollow and accusing,
Like a voice,
In an empty hall
Silence,
Can be a gamble,
But not for me,
I think
Silence does not,
Sound weakness,
For me it sounds,
Victory
jlp January 26, 2010
Silence,
Is golden,
It's true,
What many say,
But silence is also,
A weapon,
Which too many freely,
Give away
Silence,
Like knowledge,
Is power,
And often misunderstood
Some few,
Remain silent,
Not because they had to,
But because they could
Silence,
Can be suffering,
It can be,
Total misery,
But silence,
Should never,
Ever,
Be mistaken for defeat
Silence,
Is a tool,
Sometimes the sharpest,
Of them all,
And it echoes,
Hollow and accusing,
Like a voice,
In an empty hall
Silence,
Can be a gamble,
But not for me,
I think
Silence does not,
Sound weakness,
For me it sounds,
Victory
jlp January 26, 2010
Literature
Too Tired to Say Your Name
Smiling
is easier
than you
think.
Pretend
you don't
feel like
you're dying.
They'll all believe you.
[And maybe you will, too.]
Literature
we are the moment.
i don't
mean to
be a
bother, but
i'm scared i
suppose.
-
everyone has to be somewhere.
-
and i guess
i'll go home now,
because
we smell, of smoke
from our favorite brand of
cigarrettes, and
we're not even smokers.
-
everyone needs a place to stay.
-
and i still plan to
color my scars someday,
but for now
i'll have to do
with
red.
-
everyone wants to be in love.
-
but,
don't you
break
my
heart, because i
just
want to go home.
-
don't you believe me. i'm a liar.
-
and if i
swore that
tomorrow
never came,
even though we still believed
in yesterday
then we,
are only meant to
be liars, and i
think
Literature
no one really knows
They gave him a single sheet of paper, one pencil. "Say your goodbyes," they said, "You'll be gone by tomorrow." He lay, curled on his hard thin mattress, facing the cement wall, and ignored them. Ignored the paper, ignored the warning.
It was nearly midnight when he finally stood. The moon had risen outside, gleaming through the single window, silhouetting the bars.
He sat up and looked at the paper that had remained untouched on the floor. Say your goodbyes, he thought, and picked up the pencil.
It was an hour before he finally finished. The paper was covered - frantic scribbling filled every inch: dreams, confessions, hopes -
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Your poem speaks to my silence