The peace of silence
Is not mine
The peace of arrested movement
Is not mine
my peace
Is frenetic
Chaotic
Bears sweet fruit
From laughter
to consternation
As long as you're there
As long as I have you
My shelter in the midst
The eye in my raging storm
blue eyes green
Otherwise I am chaos' puppet
With no purpose
no you
1/24/13
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Typed Word Series
PoetryWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...
