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Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates. Sarah McLachlan

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  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    #silence #wod

    Ramblings ��

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    In silence, i traverse
    the depths of my darkness
    I look up and and see
    The firefly lights of my shattered soul
    And the visage I try to wear
    To hide the shards

    In silence, everything
    Sounds eerily unfamiliar
    I hear the voice of my heart
    I can count its beats staying there
    Till I hear the footsteps of death
    For it is where I find true peace

    In silence, i revel
    In the endless possibilities
    Of the emptiness,
    And the stillness of waters
    Which mirror me
    As I kindle the latent flames
    Portents of what are yet to come
    Penitent on what had come to pass
    Potent across the wheel of time

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  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    In this passing
    The rifts of silence
    Narrows and widens
    We fall into them to rise
    Like the workings of love

    Clouds of unsaid and unheard
    Melts away in my skies
    As I lose myself in you,
    In the silence between us,
    Contented, I await the great crossing

  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    Cremating words in the dying flames
    Scattering their ashes in the frothing sea
    Resonating with a silence that resides within
    Restless are poet's lives

  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

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    #silence

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    I realise at nights that silence was spent
    When words had rotted away in my mouth
    Never finding the moment of ripeness

    I run to the heart of a forest within me
    Chased by creatures soaring without wings
    Singing their hearts out in a doleful tone

    Silence returns in a moment of terror
    Incapacitating me like a beautiful scene
    The forest burns and I wake with cold sweat

  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    Nest

    Bird left perch to fly
    Knew love and hardship in sky
    Wings yearn the frail twig

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  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    Detestable Calmness

    Tonight I envy the calmness of the sea
    Bringing back the eternal sadness unaffected
    As if nets were cast by me into her heart
    The fresh air chokes me at the shore

    The nonchalant ebb and flow angers me
    As I grind my teeth like the pebbles at the shore
    The breath of the night wind extinguishes
    The last glimmers of hope which I had garnered

    I walk along the golden sands now bleak
    Across the fields of wheat lies what I seek
    I chance upon a falling star and its streak
    As I see that time was an enemy when I was weak

  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    #wanderer #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork

    This was supposed to be longer, but I lost the will to write. ����

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    Astral shores

    As I wander the shorelines
    With a feuillemort sigh
    And glazed panes,
    Dragging boats of limitless longings,
    The astral sea regurgitates
    The remnants of lost hopes;
    Scuttled boats,
    With a lilting grace

    I stop to look at the shoals,
    Unmarked graves which coerce elegiac verses,
    Discarded skeins which yearn
    To be part of a tapestry,
    I have nothing to offer

    My vagrant soul wrests my eyes
    As the scenes of beauty and terror
    Begin to merge behind them
    Which become the blood
    At the tip of a rusted nib
    I am lost in the promises of dawn

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  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    A sparrow wanders
    Forest in hollowed out heart
    Courting calls echo

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  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    He went home and no one laid their eyes on him
    They were crying over a body.

  • silhouette_of_a_poet 9w

    He was a hopeless romantic
    Overwhelmed by
    The inconceivable beauty
    He perceived everywhere

    Behind his starry eyes
    There was a vacant sky
    Which watered
    A moribund garden
    Of paper flowers

    He had planted them
    To conceal
    The desolate wastelands
    Of uncontainable sorrows

    A realm of paper
    Inked and shaped
    On borrowed time
    To tarry, and parry

    Shadows of longings
    Prolonged the night
    As his paper boats
    Never reached
    The shore of dawn

    ©silhouette_of_a_poet