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[livesthroughpoetry]

The Silence of Night

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Isn’t it funny? The silence of night.

You can try to mask it with TV sounds,

maybe music with the volume just right;

yet still, it envelopes me and surrounds.

The world feels different at night. Stiller.

The silence deafens me. I’m not alone

and in the silence my thoughts feel shriller

disjointed - I wander through the unknown.

Perhaps I’ll feel better with the light on

or maybe it will just illuminate

the things I know for certain to be gone.

Will it cause my mind to hallucinate?

I think I may be in love with the night

But before I know it, it’s light - -

-Lives Through Poetry

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[fromawithlovex]

How do we rest?

Knowing the end draws near

The time is around the corner

And my mind draws unclear

Clouds and rain

In between my nose

Lightning around my neck,

A place of quiet just around the eyes -

To be drenched in a storm of wet

Heat waves up inside my throat,

Warm suns’ drip onto my tongue,

Humidity fogs the forecast

And I am

Undone,

Between the temples

Demons wrestle,

Pushing at me

A parasol in the wind

I catch on tight,

Bleed for air

All when we cannot know,

What we might

Is this the right thing God?

Am I acting as I should?

The waves of spitting shores

Blind me as I pray

I’m judged by every Pharisee

And I cannot see the way

I wrestle in the low tide

Calm shores are ahead

But the battleground

Hails down

And has no need for give

Peace is coming

A silence

I cannot speak

Let me wait for

Clear skies

Days of calm

And open ocean

Soft cloud springs

Lilllies on the lake

When I am settled

Within my heart

And

Have no need

To fight

[fromawithlovex]

6am

A heavy lace follows round my heart,

I cough,

Startle me like the morning and I will reply in the haste of a lamb,

Memories trickling down my mind like candle wax,

All for what?

I wonder,

Follow the lines...

Be good and be kind,

I stretch to over come them,

The pianist playing my chords is at ends,

He wipes his brow,

Been there days,

Holding out for a miracle,

For holy sound,

As do I,

Grinning in the soft heat,

I dance upon the corals,

Waiting to find

Me.

[fromawithlovex]

Alone

Alone

We conquer,

We fail

We fly

Alone

We capture;

Our spirits -

Alive,

Alone?

We trespass,

Compete,

Prevail,

Alone...

comparing

Sights,

Unknown

Alone,

Catastrophe

Promises,

Broken

Alone,

My heart

Keeps on

Hoping.

[fromawithlovex]

Sunsets of fire

Do I take myself for a fool?

When the fern is orange

The sky a fire,

Burning through eyes into my soul;

A cascading smoke of emotion

Comes from within,

Breathless peace

I float into the trees,

Making home in the branches

Careful as thieves,

I see faeries -

Walk in trepidation,

Hold my hand in the fear of falling

What would happen?

Would I die?

Calling

Out to you,

In the hope I am true

Precious laughter,

I hope

I am that.

[fromawithlovex]

Butterfly

I'm falling I'm drowning;

A face so astounding,

Kiss me quick

You found me!

A god in the water,

A hand on my shoulder,

Wait

I need time to get over...

Passion flowers bloom

And I'm caught in the loom,

Bring me a bouquet

Like a butterfly,

Cocooned.

[fromawithlovex]

An old book can never be new

I turn the page,

Forget my soul -

The words run away with themselves;

I'm no longer whole,

After the war I rested,

Drunk on milk and honey

Slept for days,

Saw the sun rise and the moon come up

Made peace with my scars,

Sewed them up,

And then my broken body began to walk

Stiff,

Awkward

Into a new season,

Leaves turn

And the memories descend to ash,

Some things trigger inside of me

A propeller at sea,

Like the times you would hit my face,

Just for saying please,

and made me forget I ever saw anything,

That it was all my imagination,

A figment not worth mentioning,

Just like me

An unworthy opponent,

Truly.