Silver Tongue

This is my poetry.

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Forget

dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune:

The words
That come so clealy
To me
In the darkest nights
When my breath is warm
With the spirits
Made to make me forget
Fade in the light of day

With sleep in my eyes
And pain in my head
I wonder what i should say
And then I remember
I once knew
But no longer.

So now i lie here
Wanting to speak
But honestly
I think you prefer the silence
And I finally understand why

Words cannot convey
What life really is
But time can
Silence can.

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dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune:

It is funny how living can fade to such dull embers.

You forget what it’s like
To whisper “I love you”
In the middle of the night
Only to feel them snuggle against you in agreement.

You forget what it feels like
To wake up
Full of energy
Or
To sleep
Peacefully

You forget
What you should remember
And remember
What you should forget

And gentle winds
Become violent storms
And you loose yourself
In the tourturing abyss
Of forgotten lessons.

When you forget what it is to live
How to live
Then what are you?
But some skipping record
A repeating, intricate system of oxygen and carbon exchange.

You’re nothing but an exibit of broken bones.
A menagerie of past lives and long faded menories.
A body without a soul.

You’re rotting and not living.
A pocket watch that will gain no more scratches nor any dents,
To prove it has lived.
But still,
Still,
It will it tick on
Till their is no more time

And a watch,
As plain as it was,
The day it was made,
Will be all you are
And all you will ever be.

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I don’t even know…

dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune:

I can’t feel anymore

I can’t stand this silence
this silent 
ranging storm
I cannot breath or speak 
I cannot think 
nor can I see 
I don’t want to be here anymore 
I don’t want to breath 
or to scream
yet I do not want to go
I cannot go
I am stuck in this vortex 
of mistake 
and misery 
I am so sick of this Cancer in my soul. 
so sick of the storms
of my own imagination.
so very 
very concerned
for the slow beat of my heart 
and the desert
that is my eyes. 
I do not know what I am writing
and I guess
that shows you 
I have no idea sometimes
what the hell I am thinking. 
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dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune:

How could anyone every understand

this swirling,

cascade of fire and death

inside of soul?

How could anyone ever understand 

the blizzard in my heart,

of lightning and hail.

How can you not see

the dead stars

in my gentle eyes?

Do you not feel it?

the Venom in my veins when I hold you tight?

or the Fire in my flesh

when you walk beside me? 

do you not see

the pain cracked upon my lips

when i smile?

Do you not hear

dreams die to my footfalls?

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dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune:

Never have i read

words more conclusive

or truths sharper than wit

but I have been out done

out matched

I have seen 

I have seen

too late

I wonder?

maybe not

The sea is corrosive

destructive

but life too

and what the sea takes

it will return.

storms and jigh tides pass

with fleeting moons

maybe it is too late

maybe not

I leave that to the shore.

for I now seek

to mend her

not because I am

life giver

but because I eroded her

it is only fair I give back

what I took.

Let the high tide pass

let the shoreline kiss you

in the ways that do not erode you

let him kiss you

like a fresh day

without the troublesome

corrosion. 

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“As Humans we so often avoid chance. We dodge all fear and we do not take opportunities, mostly because we don’t have to do these things, or so we think, to live. Yet, every night, you will close your eyes, never knowing if you will open them again. But you still do it, you do it because you must, to live. You have come to live with that fear, now, why not the rest?”

myself  (via dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune)

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I don’t even know…

dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune:

I can’t feel anymore

I can’t stand this silence
this silent 
ranging storm
I cannot breath or speak 
I cannot think 
nor can I see 
I don’t want to be here anymore 
I don’t want to breath 
or to scream
yet I do not want to go
I cannot go
I am stuck in this vortex 
of mistake 
and misery 
I am so sick of this Cancer in my soul. 
so sick of the storms
of my own imagination.
so very 
very concerned
for the slow beat of my heart 
and the desert
that is my eyes. 
I do not know what I am writing
and I guess
that shows you 
I have no idea sometimes
what the hell I am thinking. 
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“As Humans we so often avoid chance. We dodge all fear and we do not take opportunities, mostly because we don’t have to do these things, or so we think, to live. Yet, every night, you will close your eyes, never knowing if you will open them again. But you still do it, you do it because you must, to live. You have come to live with that fear, now, why not the rest?”

myself  (via dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune)

Reblog4 months ago with 11 notes

“As Humans we so often avoid chance. We dodge all fear and we do not take opportunities, mostly because we don’t have to do these things, or so we think, to live. Yet, every night, you will close your eyes, never knowing if you will open them again. But you still do it, you do it because you must, to live. You have come to live with that fear, now, why not the rest?”

myself  (via dance-to-the-pied-pipers-tune)

Reblog4 months ago with 11 notes

It is funny how we are like exhibts in those dusty halls.

Dust covered and neglected.

Yet eternal.

Steadfast in our memory.

Of fire raging and cold ice freezing.

Kings dying and poor men falling.

For sweet women.

It is funny

How in our lives, we so often loose ourselves.

To firery passion.

To a pair of succulent lips.

And those eyes, shouting,  screaming at you.

Live!

Live!

We bury ourselves so much.

We gather dust.

But we always undust the good bits :)

Then you have your story.

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