july was as silent
as a hand sewing
Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts
August 13, 2016
November 26, 2015
11262015
Scratched out from a silent womb
I've grown into a tumult:
ever-buzzing roar and whine
of tortured stone, and groans
of men heaving rock. Even in
the quiet hours before the
engines start, breaths not mine,
dreams not mine animate my heart.
What has this crescendo consumed?
I scratch into the womb of
me to find the silence to be.
I've grown into a tumult:
ever-buzzing roar and whine
of tortured stone, and groans
of men heaving rock. Even in
the quiet hours before the
engines start, breaths not mine,
dreams not mine animate my heart.
What has this crescendo consumed?
I scratch into the womb of
me to find the silence to be.
October 10, 2015
101015
do you understand that you shut me down
do you understand that
your words should be rain not arrows or
you are like a heavy darkness
a dot of ink spreading
under the skin or
do you understand that i don't even have words
do you understand that
your words should be rain not arrows or
you are like a heavy darkness
a dot of ink spreading
under the skin or
do you understand that i don't even have words
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