Ny name is Kyla Christina Munden
I go by Silence DoGood on this site
not because I'm a benjamin franklin fan
or even a historical one
I chose the name because it was an alias
and I thought it was inspiring what Silence DoGood aimed to achieve
I do write in a depressing genre
displaying the effects of drugs, suicide, self mutilation, and rape. This is not because i've expeirenced it though in some cases I have.
It's mainly because it's something important and it's something to write about.
I am currently in the process of writing a book to show case these poems. You can of course find them on this site but if you really like my ... more »
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Silence Dogood Poems
A better life
Theres this girl at our school. Who is always alone. She doesnt have money. Or even a home.
Black heart beat red
A tear that falls a scream that cries. A smile thats false and a hidden lie. A broken heart a laugh thats fake. A secret lost a promise that'll break.
My first day of school started with laughs and stares. Giggles and pointing they didnt care. I clearly was new as if that changed a thing. Nobody cares what happens to me.
Beat by a rumour and decieved by a lie
I tell myself Im okay while I paste on my smile. I can forgive but forgetting takes a while. Your words hurt me they cut to my soul. I said I wouldnt cry or lose control.
A love poem for broken hearts
I wanted to write a love poem. But I didn't know where to start. So I began to think of you. And wrote right from my heart.
Twilight the poem
A narrative poem about the book Twilight Mountains of rain pouring down. Slapping hard against the ground.
The angel cries. Her last goodbye. From her seat in the sky. She spreads her wings and flies.
Because of Crystal Meth
I have a secret. Made from all my friends. I'll take it to my grave. When life on earth ends.
A burping fart
I had to fart I couldnt hold it in. The bubbly gas hiding within. It came out a stench so incredibly great. Like a rotten banana on an empty plate.
Smiles dont last forever Sometimes they fade to grey. Its hard to keep it together. When your leaving me this way.
Angel of no regrets
I rememeber that night when death was so near. I remember being in your arms whispering in your ear. I remember the tear filled eyes and unhappy faces. Thinking to myself ' why here of all places? '
Behind the mask i wear
Im hurting inside but you dont care. You cannot see behind the mask i wear. I cover the tears and hide the pain. I love you but youre to blame.
Tired of trying
Chorus. im tired of tryin Sick of cryin
Days without sorrow
Teardrops fall down my face. The mistakes I cant replace. The days I forgot, The memories I lost.
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A better life
Theres this girl at our school.
Who is always alone.
She doesnt have money.
Or even a home.
She eats paperbag lunches.
And begs on the streets.
She has so many scars.
From the times she got beat.
At school nobody asks.
What happened to her.
They wonder in secret.
But she never says a word.
But no one really sees.
Shes locked away her voice.
And thrown away the key.
People will stare.
And spread a few lies.
But no matter what happens.
She never cries.
People will push.
And shove her ...