The Silent Sword
Biography of The Silent Sword
'What lies behind us and what lies before us are of tiny matters compared to what lies within us.'
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
'There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.'
'Poetry is when emotion has found thought, and thought has found words.'
The Silent Sword's Works:
The Silent Sword Poems
Don't Look Back
Sorrow. I look back And I see my loss. I feel the shoving pressure of waves.
Feel the direction of the wind, The breath of the Earth that guides me. Carrying away an ending life, The shattered soul that dies free.
I Am My Death
I am my own Pain. I am my own Darkness. I am my own Fear. I am my own Weakness.
Light ebbs away as darkness crawls. The creeping black flow Consumes them all. Eating away at
Thousands of little drops, The rain falls down. Vessels of the hurt, Sinking in the ground.
Half the Fortress
The mirror reveals a twin core, But no one can see anything more. For only one core they're able to see, The one part that isn't even me.
He has hurt you in more ways than one. He has held you at the point of a gun. He has tortured your very mind, He has eaten you from the inside.
I Am My Life
I am my own Comfort. I am my own Light. I am my own Courage. I am my own Strength.
The Game of Love
Sixteen and sixteen on a field of sixty-four. A duel to be set until a King is no more. The Honorable Eight, destroyed, had gone down.
The Wanderer's Mountain
A trudging man wants to visit his town, And upon his face is a creeping frown. He looks to the mountain so far ahead, He slouches and sighs and slaps his head.
Shove away those thoughts impure, Cast them far so they’re obscure. Never let them hold your mind, Else you’ll always be unsure.
Ten years I’ve lived in this house of mine, Annually watching the cold decline, Observing spring’s pervading green, And meeting again a bird benign.
House of Four Chambers
In my house I write alone Upon the paper’s a solemn tone So warm and crisp the summer’s breeze I feel the whispers unbeknown
In the years of our youth I remember a tree, A tree so young But older than we.
What do you fear most?
The question catches me off guard.
I struggle to reply.
I know not the answer.
I venture out to discover it.
I saw malevolent shadows,
I saw monstrous creatures,
And even Death I saw.
But no, none were the answer.