Title is self-explanitory. X3 Well...here it is. o_o
Quiet
Here I lay alone,
No company but the quiet.
To noise I am prone,
Nothing here can defy it.
Not a thought fills my head,
Not a person or place—
Silence fills in its stead,
Leaving only empty space.
Dull eyes rest upon the ceiling,
A blank canvas of white,
Devoid of all feeling,
There is neither wrong nor right.
A strange kind of calm,
All is hushed by it.
I have not a qualm,
When there is nothing but quiet.
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Absence
My arms and legs are bound to weights;
the building burdens of everyday.
I find it increasingly hard to move,
as problems come as they may.
My being is submersed in a pool of words,
sinking rapidly by the seconds;
As I fumble to make sense of it all,
resigning insistantly beckons.
Blindly is how I walk,
through this absence of color.
It's all weary grey--
The world is much duller.
And in my absence of everything,
I realize a little late--
Life is what you make it,
The world what you create.
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The woman he kissed
Ambling through life, filled with shame;
from all the wrong paths, the forsaken traveler came.
In the town which quick approached, he saw nothing but mist;
For all that filled his eyes was the woman he kissed.
He recalled her soft smile, her loving embrace;
He remembered her favorite dress, all lined with lace.
And he entered the town, though his mind was far away;
as he also recalled how she had looked that day.
Splayed on the ground, in her favorite dress;
A bullet hole in her heart, though her beauty was no less.
He had come to find love, and instead had found this;
He knelt by her close, gave her his first kiss.
He ran away then, in a panicked depression;
for he had come to express in confession.
His thoughts turned again, perhaps to reality;
He was standing in a street, someone whispered 'excuse me'.
And as he turned, a soft smile lit her face;
she wrapped her arms around him, in a dress lined with lace.
And for the first time in a long time, he smiled too;
not wondering for a second, if her image was untrue.
But the first time he blinked, he was holding air;
His smile disappeared, she was no longer there.
He ambled out of town, into a future of mist;
For nothing filled his eyes but the woman he kissed.
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I guess those are my three most recent. Comments and critism would be much appreciated. ^^ I'll post more if I write more.
Quiet
Here I lay alone,
No company but the quiet.
To noise I am prone,
Nothing here can defy it.
Not a thought fills my head,
Not a person or place—
Silence fills in its stead,
Leaving only empty space.
Dull eyes rest upon the ceiling,
A blank canvas of white,
Devoid of all feeling,
There is neither wrong nor right.
A strange kind of calm,
All is hushed by it.
I have not a qualm,
When there is nothing but quiet.
---------------
Absence
My arms and legs are bound to weights;
the building burdens of everyday.
I find it increasingly hard to move,
as problems come as they may.
My being is submersed in a pool of words,
sinking rapidly by the seconds;
As I fumble to make sense of it all,
resigning insistantly beckons.
Blindly is how I walk,
through this absence of color.
It's all weary grey--
The world is much duller.
And in my absence of everything,
I realize a little late--
Life is what you make it,
The world what you create.
--------------
The woman he kissed
Ambling through life, filled with shame;
from all the wrong paths, the forsaken traveler came.
In the town which quick approached, he saw nothing but mist;
For all that filled his eyes was the woman he kissed.
He recalled her soft smile, her loving embrace;
He remembered her favorite dress, all lined with lace.
And he entered the town, though his mind was far away;
as he also recalled how she had looked that day.
Splayed on the ground, in her favorite dress;
A bullet hole in her heart, though her beauty was no less.
He had come to find love, and instead had found this;
He knelt by her close, gave her his first kiss.
He ran away then, in a panicked depression;
for he had come to express in confession.
His thoughts turned again, perhaps to reality;
He was standing in a street, someone whispered 'excuse me'.
And as he turned, a soft smile lit her face;
she wrapped her arms around him, in a dress lined with lace.
And for the first time in a long time, he smiled too;
not wondering for a second, if her image was untrue.
But the first time he blinked, he was holding air;
His smile disappeared, she was no longer there.
He ambled out of town, into a future of mist;
For nothing filled his eyes but the woman he kissed.
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I guess those are my three most recent. Comments and critism would be much appreciated. ^^ I'll post more if I write more.
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