Field of Silence
I sat back down in the grass.
Pushed my pencil back behind my ear.
Flipped the page in my journal.
Error here.
Error there.
The sound of the quick dashes from my pen filled in the silence.
A hummingbird pecking at a tree.
The wind in the grass cutting through the leaves.
The warm sunlight laid across my back.
A beautiful day.
My thoughts rush to the pen in my hand.
More blue markings fill the page.
I stop suddenly.
The traffic in my head has come to a stop.
I look up at the horizon.
Grey clouds and rain fill the sky.
I push my pencil back behind my ear.
I pick up my journal from the dark green grass.
The journey back is long.
But I'll make it back in time.
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Beauties shadow
I've wrapped myself in darkness' shadow
Her shroud masks and conceals my sorrow
Its outer shell shows a beautiful sight
But still I suffer in her pitiful plight.
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Boundless
Shifting sands from distant shores
Rolling hills and plains divide
Towering earth and deepest cave
River valley to the great blue
I see myself here and there
But I'm nowhere here without you.
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The Craft
Blood sweat and tears
These ingredients create an art of pureness
From the Smith with their hammer
The painter with their brush
To the writer with their pen
We bear nude what others are afraid to show
Pain sadness happiness and fear
All these create the physical form of us on the inside. Keep creating.
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I feel like shit so much.
I've got no one to talk to now.
The weight grows heavier every day.
Maybe one day
I'll feel like a feather once more. -
The time is 10:10
I try to sleep but it's another one of those nights.
I begin to think of what is and what was
Then I bring up the could haves
Could she have loved me still?
Would I have kept that job?
Would I have been rich by now?
Could I have been dead?
I look at the time
It's 10:11. -
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Granted to me through dreams
A glint of warming light
What's left when I wake up?
A cold of spreading blight. -
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SADNESS.
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I've seen my broken dreams become reality
Because my best dreams left with you. -
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I gave my absolute all to one
Now I'm left
With none at all.
