Inner Silence
You are a pillar of silence;
A daunting, stubborn sentinel
Standing vigil in the
Charnel house that is me.
You are an ebbing shadow;
A recluse spider long gone.
Cobwebs are a black and white
Kaleidoscope in the moonlight.
You are a painful memory;
A flashback, faint, or severe
In varying degrees. You’re the
Reason why I bury photographs.
You are the words, left unsaid;
A hateful eulogy, a guarded
Epiphany... The lexicon of the
Most regretful person in the world.
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Pride Ed
Hello! Just call me Pride, or Bluebird. I've been writing for a little over a decade now. I won some money here and there, and I'm in a few books of poetry. But, I still consider myself a novice when it comes to writing poetry. I learn everyday! My themes/styles/literary movements are all over the place. I attribute that to my reading whatever I could get my hands on in my youth. Never limit yourself; explore genres and things you think aren't for you. You could have a surprise waiting! :P I'm gonna be honest; I only made an account here to experiment with the Poetry Genome, but I kinda like this site now lol My main platform where I post poetry is here -------->https://allpoetry.com/Pride_Ed (registered users can only view right now)
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