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[aid] => mick
[title] => Loudness
[time] => 2005-09-25 23:06:50
[hometext] => ~my obession with silence lead me into the creation of this poem. i had broken up with someone i actualy did really care about, but couldnt be with them due to the lack of communication, the silience that was too loud to bare.~
[bodytext] => Years changed, seasons too. Gold turned to ice, Sweetness transformed to bitterness, Life turned into a death, all too soon. Nothingness was filled with silence Got too loud to bear. All else drowned. And he stood On the rugged cliff With nothing more to say But I love you. She waved herself away, Let her tears say all the words Silence swallowed down. Words would not escape the thoughts That brewed behind her Frozen crisp smile. Life could not play fair. Her golden butter cup hair Drew itself to the stars As it pined for something nothingness could give. She smiled a quiet smile. Although all of herself wrenched to protest To turned away Without a final goodbye. And he stood On the rugged cliff With nothing more to say But I love you. Wind rode on a steady horseback, Swift and quiet and sorrowful, It stole away the night And took his heart afar into the depths. The wishfulness within would not have the courage To change anything. Sparks held so brightly in his eye Burned one last time And Faded. Winter froze over his heart Imprinted her face on his soul. Steel grey eyes looked across the valley, Wet with unformed words. And he stood On the rugged cliff With nothing more to say But I love you. And the house had no more life. Cinnamon had once been infused with love Now tasted bittersweet, wet, empty. Warm cherry walls loomed over restless nights. A single hair on the pillow, All that was left behind Along with a haunted past of a dream And still The silence That chokes all else. And he stood On the rugged cliff With nothing more to say But I love you. Tears were no comfort, They strung as the fell. Screams would not break The stillness locked within the air That hung like Cracked mirror. Nothing would cease the Rampaging madness of his Still head. Alone and silent, together and still, Nothing was left But to walk away. No one stood On a rugged hill, Nothing more to say. “But I love you” Is still heard in the wind, And still she cries, The silence too loud to hear anything else. writen by Ceridwen, 2005 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 246 [topic] => 22 [informant] => Wild_Flame [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LostLove )
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