Archive for September 11, 2011


The absence of meaning
is the silence
in the noise you make.

There is nothing,
a void in all the sound
coming from your mouth.

How funny, the more you yell,
the less I hear,
the more silent it becomes.

Silence becomes me.

Silence does

It needs music, silence does.
It needs conversation.
It is embarrassing, silence is.
If there is no sound at all, then body
functions can be heard.
Awkward feelings show. Thoughts
emerge. Other senses grow
in sensitivity, and we see
too much, feel too much,
taste too much, smell too much.
It is too revealing, silence.
Please keep talking.
Please let the music play on,
so our crying can’t be heard.
So our pain is smothered
in sound instead of feeling.
Noise. Please let there be noise,
or else
we have to listen.

Gone but still there

I do not want to be a part
of a love that moves no heart
but is only there because it was.

It was, it ended, it is gone,
what is over, that is done.
But you linger in my thoughts
and when you laugh, I feel joy too.

My joy for you
has no reason, makes no sense.
It is gone, but still intense.

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