Aaahhhhhh..... This feels like a comfortable place to post some of my poetry. I didn't want to start a new thread because I knew I wouldn't get any replies and I'd of had to throw myself off a BRIDGE.
Here, at least I'll just blend in. This poem doesn't mention silence but It's a collection of my thoughts leading up to what I had planned to be silence. Fortunately for me, The damn catalytic converter made my car take to long and cops caught up with me.
This one's called "Pave the Earth"
It’s time to pave the earth for the parking lots we live in
There are more then just two choices Don’t listen to the voices
The window can’t hide anything the door always gives in
I never knew but could have if I’d took the bus and would have
had an everlasting Monday sleeping dreaming in a real way
Dark blue color in the house of smoke the halls are loud with laughter
how did I know and never wonder I stand and wait forever after
The garden likes being planted the soil hates to be dug
As you walk the carpet screams but you only tickle the rug
Under the highest trees they hold the sky light as air we make camp there
To beat the wind you must fly high They rise They rise like a string of beads
A distant glimmer across the field Travel until I lose my sole
Stop for fallen pilgrims always balance never yield
I never knew but could have if I’d took the bus and would have
had an everlasting Monday sleeping dreaming in a real way