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Bred for adventure, Lilac Alden of Deadland mixed with few . Memory, the woman who desired him, would not quit her rooted way .
Empty words on empty screens, A silent generation screams Behind the masks of pleasant faces, Witty pictures, clever phrases, We break, we cry, We sob, we fight, And segregated, rot and die,
Your mind feeds you thoughts that all pile up into your stomachand become the apple seed that sucks away your nourishment and only gets stronger as it grows and grows
To thee my love, a song I write To you who doth shine so bright Like a star in the sky Or the full moon as dawn is nigh Sleeping peacefully on the ground But dreaming higher than the sound
Simply stunning stars on a block of blue fabric blown by the wind, shooting left and right like the bullets between our soldiers
My words are deafened by the sound of an unspoken tongue;A language more ancient than mankind itself.She uttered phrases that Shepard's used to heed their sheep
written 08/08/16 Why speak if I will be ignored? My words will fall to the ground Forgotten and left behind Like dust around us. Why is it that they aren't heard, Or simply overlooked?
I was afraid to ask If she called me quiet I was teetering on the edge Of an abyss of silence Never admitting To my apparent muteness For fear it would settle As a permanent outer skin
Is it good to stay strong if the one you're strong against is inside you? It is not good that the man should be alone; and so was made for him a help meet, the woman that should hold his hand through life
She saw Him He saw Her Both on contacts with the eye whatever were the distractions to be it was but a sweet meet a sweet feast a joyous joy
Saintly silent waits he, to have a silent slight glimpse of her again, he silently misses her milky face, her big round eyes. Saintly he waits silent, for his silent alarm to ring again,
There is a noise I didn't hear lodged in my throat I could feel it built and built but it never burst
A worn out face stares through the fog, forgotten voices fill her head. The dripping of the constant rain, diminishes the never ending pain. Two dim lights finally appear,
Silent Stay silent
I don’t feel like normal people (Or at least, I don’t think so) Simple emotions, certainly Happiness, sorrow, anger I run the normal gamut With the others of our race Feeling a thing
Silent tears run down my cheeks As I try to get some sleep Days may come And Days may go Though you may never know Silent tears fall from my eyes I hold onto a hope that never dies
Speaking three different languages
The silent notes float in the breeze from so far, for so long. They rustle through the ancient trees they are Forever's Song. As I stare out at the setting sun, over the scarlet sea.
My mouth goes dry and my throat closes up People wonder if I am mute But the truth is I have nothing to say
The voices mount their cavalierly titles Marching towards the ever crumbling tower of hope Seeking out the destitute visage of my doubt The nucleur core of my growing insecurities
Is anyone on the other side of this silent phone call? Anticipation stirs even the seventh time I dailed your number. My hope returns when I hear your voice and drops when I hear the pause in the same word.
I lay at night staring at the sky, trying to remember the words he spokeTrying to find shapes and words in the starsBut there is nothing, all is silentNot a single word is spoken
Floating Hovering above where I want to be Reality isn't about keeping calm or carrying on Reality is fog in a forest Orange trees swallowed whole Unaware of what is said or heard
I ran. As fast as I could. To try to get away from him. From the hurt. But he always found me. I screamed. I ran the other way. But I found myself in the end back in his house.
Having burst his bubble and never washing his face for what might have been stubble on the run never knowing what is to come in the open sun or rain Watching close by for someone to stray
We've been so close, Yet never close enough. Memories linger on, But to forget is tough. We say goodbye, As in 'see you later', But this time I know There will be nothing greater.
What is this, that falls from my face This wetness. This pain. This glory. This confusion. This worry. This scariness.
Every thought. Every dream, every hope, every fear unheard- silently hidden within one's self. A soft, slow grumble tumbling up and courageously out- voiced through lead and chalk, ink and paper. No longer a thought.
Those sweet silent nights Filled with worries and thoughts. Heart beating fast Stomach with knots. Throughout the night My heart tosses and turns Reliving the old memories Which it never learned.
Silent tears fall streaming down my face rushing over your shoulder and breaking at you from within. You watched the pain in my eyes my voice and my body
When it senses my essence feel the cold presence Shiver from the sent chills down my spine it slowly invades my mind Silently scream within this dream life fades away it seems Wish I wasn't here
Mind focused, alert, strong As an ox plowing the field. Called life breaking your back Fixing, covering up, and tending to the gardens needs Silent... Not once stopping for a break
Clumps of snow burst out of the sky, the whoosh of the piercing wind, hits my ice cold face.