The quiet is an endless street,
a street with glass and metal stabbing my very soul,
it has left my skull broken, my thoughts left flying, can you hear them, the screaming and the killing thoughts,
I was left on this quiet and empty street, never to be heard,
never to be spoken with my own real words, only silence lingers ,
only my thoughts are left and my broken skull,
mingled together to create my very quit being.
a boy and a girl
walked out a room
in silence they walked
down the stairs
to the door
in silence they went out
and went separate ways
it is at this moment
the boy said out loud
"I wish people would just talk to me"
little did he know,
20 metres back
a certain girl said just that
Do you remember?
The way you talk to me
The way I talk to you
Only our minds know
Never did we say anything
The way we look at each other
The way we send each other a sign
Only our hearts know
I tried to grant a wish
The way I would only know
The way you would know
Only that is what became of our silence
Your hands are cold
Ice water
That's a nice thought
I walk
And I walk
Till my feet start to rot
Decompose with the soil
You lay
'Barren' about
Press my hands to the ground
You stopped caring about
I think
I think I can't
I can't tell if you stopped caring
Cuz where you went
I can't hear you now
It tastes like copper
And I bite my lip
Just to check for my blood type
Of course.
It looks like the darkest cavern
And I close my eyes
Just to compare shades of black
Of course.
It sounds like chaos
And I suffer in silence
Just to notice how quieter it would be
Of course
It feels like all three
And I scream and I scream and I scream for help
Just to hear the sound of my own voice
Of course.
If I listened closely enough I could hear him coming,
I could feel his drunken anger in those moments when
He was swaying between seething and swinging
But it was the moments when the world was completely silent
That I learned to fear the most
The scars cover my body
Not a single blank space left
They keep ripping themselves open
I scream for help
But no one else can see them
The half empty bottle of water sits just an inch away
No matter how far I reach, I am not close enough
My throat is starting to fall apart
The pieces lying scattered about me like I'm some sort of broken porcelain doll
I have tried my best here
But my best isn't good enough for you
You, who have taken things from me
You, who took the thoughts from my mind
And the words from my mouth
Now I find myself, dehydrated and bleeding, waiting for you
You took and yet I still expect you to give
She was poetry
in a world
which was still learning the
Alphabet
She glides
In grey and worn red
Alone in her height and
With her silence
Untouched
Touching me.
So old in her smile,
Defined for years by
A confectionary fall
By the open wound now
Of a sister
Her world
Where I have separated bangs
And my name is Judy.
where the turns of your
rocks despoil the sea
weary with that mating
you lie dulled by
separation with
your face lined tentative
not from age but squinting
at the sun
mountain your glance is
nondescript for I cannot
spell your silence
nor will I match my
gestures dumb to yours
when motion is
patient and I must
be in my seeking
there is a
loaf of datenut bread on the table,
wrapped in waxed paper, a rubber band
around it. a fat man
comes in & out of the back room in his shorts.
the silence is noticiable. i mean, to one
who has lived for four yrs in apartments
facing on a courtyard where they shout
day & night, the silence is noticeable.
the children i am watching are asleep,
the doorbell will ring any minute,
i skim along, typing a libretto
by kenneth koch; avoiding detailed observation
of my emotional state (sic),
the i ching says
that the superior man knows the changes
and sometimes what the world needs
is a bit of silence
to remind society
what monsters
we've become