Eternally Silent

September 14, 2009

10:46 pm

Forever.

Like a sweet and sticky sap, smothered all over your palette, it beseeches you to speak of it's presence. A word of all words, to roll off your toung in sugar crystals.

Forever. Forever.

The more it is called upon, the deeper it's vortex becomes.

Forever. A vortex of black, colored in stars.

Forever.

Perhaps not continuous, but rather a suspension in time. Suspended and thus eternally alive.

Forever.

Echoing images and harmonic softness. Forever.

The grasp of a heart with a quickened pulse.

Forever. Forever.

Can u feel it's weightlessness; it's numbness?

A mirror world of grey into a sea of metallic darkness.

Forever. It twirls within the wind, dancing among the glitter and withered rose petals.

An aroma that tickles.

Forever. A meaning of nothing but everything.

The Word of Eternal Slumber.

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Whispers of the Past

September 12, 09
11:30 pm

The past glares back at her
with something unfamiliar, something changed, and sprinkled with the essence she once knew.

A change that burns her insides; tainting her fondest portrait.

And yet this alteration only compels her want to know more, to examine, to understand; to repossess what was once so close to her heart.

A temptation that stings her eyes to resist.

And thus the darkness invades as the containment of solitude reinforces itself upon the hidden kiss forever awaiting to be laid.

Papers fly; lines bent and twisted; endless emotion with too few words.

The past glares back at her.
And she must tear her eyes
-and heart-
away from the only thing that made her
happy.


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My Secret Song

Sept 7th, 2009 - 12:48 am

Do you hear it?

Drifting sweetly within the wind, there is a faint melody.

It's quiet but it's there.

It's softness combs the sun-speckled trees and cools the darkened seas.

It sings a ghostly lullaby of promises unkept and whispers of the past.

A silent lullaby.

It is silent because only I can hear it.

And there, among the thorns, blooms a rose of everlasting grace, that is calm and deadly. Deadly to all but one.

The butterfly.

Simple, harmless and beautiful.

It, too, is silent, but paints the picture of hope with thin and delicate brush strokes.

Delicate and peaceful.

Peace, a land not yet embraced by passion or existance, and thus reveals it's essence: dark and undenyably lonely.

And this butterfly holds the secret to this land, to this beautiful darkness of a silent song, to the colors of life and death. To the battle between a tormenter of life and a secret dreamer.

The wonders of a an enchanting cloud;

The serenity of soft skys;

The divinity of a wild rose.

These can all be who I am.

But I have chosen the Silence.

The silence of laughter; of smiles that have already burst; of days already lived; of steps already taken

and of songs already sung.

And there amoung the roses beneath the crimson skies,

there flutters a lonely butterfly carrying the blessing and the curse

of a silent lullaby.

I am a secret dreamer.

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