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TheSilent Loudness Poems
What's normal to you is perplexing to me What you see as strange is my daily routine I watch all the glares you think I don't see I'd like you to stop, but I know you won't leave
She, as night brought me to know Threw away the temple To dust returneth dust To her returneth sorrow
I Mean Thanks
In My Dreams
In my dream, my dream alone, I dream a world where everyone Can be together all the time, yet be alone when time is right I dream a place where all can be together in serenity Where no one has a grudge or hate, where everyone makes his own fate
In My Flight
Millions of lives being passed over; A mere thousand miles separating life and death. No matter how far you travel you still cannot find; what has since been stained in your mind.
Excitement Of Love
Excitement Racing through my veins At the spped of light, or maybe love Our lives will never be the same
We call ourselves happy when we have a moment of happiness But only call ourselves sad when it lasts If happiness was labeled as a lasting attribute rather than a candy bar there would be a lot less happy people As soon as our happy moment is over we close the window
Anonymity In it, some find serenity Peace, tranquility They get a thrill when they can't be seen
I Hear Outside My Window
I hear the rain outside my window, Like screams of pain they hit the ground. As if painting my dreams' picture, But small in sight, they're large as I am down.
I Can Live Day to Day (Thank You)
The second darkness goes away, Your image touches my eyes and lips. The minute darkness goes away,
Off the Golden Cliff
Relentlessly I fought my way into falling as the bigger the cliff the longer the fall, but also the more worthwhile In gold I walked leaving footprints as I trespassed For trespassing I certainly was but with a goal in mind-
The Porn Star
Nude, not naked, with lights on skin Exposing darkness and danger from deep within She smiles while frowning with looks of despair Though she can't go home, for it is everywhere.
Let us run away and act as if we are still children With not a care in the world and not a mouth to feed but our own Let's hold hands and play tag until the light goes down And the streetlights go on, when we return to our homes
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What's normal to you is perplexing to me
What you see as strange is my daily routine
I watch all the glares you think I don't see
I'd like you to stop, but I know you won't leave
It's sad, it's a shame, it's truly a waste
That your body remains, still taking up space
That you continue to breathe your spiteful breath
All the years of hatred-can you give it a rest?
You're society, the'in-crowd', the popular few
That fail to realize us outcasts are here too
So from your mouth when hatred is fleeing
Just remember: we're not really being different, We're ...