I am still silence before the tempest
Which constricts cage of your chestAnd knocks your breath out of you!
For you can't escape storm, so true!Oh you're not walking in a fairytale
It is life, everything is bound to fail!Your happiness, purpose 'n' desires
Hope in your sweet eyes, dark firesSo this storm's going to destroy you
'N' I'm the dense silence, take a clueGo find a shelter for your pure soul
Storm sees none, it just takes its tollIt's comin', it's going to turn intense
I want to save you, hear my silence!Hey! Pay attention to me! Hear me!
Silence's meant to be heard, honey?Oh why are you so ignorant of me?!
It is arriving, please can't you see??It is going to steal light in your eyes
There are grey clouds, see the skies!Oh darlin', run far away right now!
I don't get it, your innocence, how?Try to see, there's somethin' wrong!
Doesn't silence sting you, so strong?Oh there's no use of such innocence
Which snatches our common sense!It's wrong to pity your unawareness
For your idiocy got you in this messI can already see you stuck in dorm
Of destruction, for there comes the..
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S t o r mAuthor's Note
We've made it to 100 poems today. It's unbelievable..I'm kind of speechless. Is this true? I've written so many poems? Like..when I go back and read them, I can't believe I've written this much poetry. :o
Can someone say that I'm the same girl who faught with a poetic block for two long years? The worst years of my life. :'( I still can't forget them. They hurt me a lot because poetry resides in my soul. I vent out my emotions in poetry. I'm so attached to it. Being devoid of it for such a long period was a torture for me. :'(
Everytime I read my poems, I'm literally struck with a sense of disbelief. Should I write them down and save them somewhere else too? I have a fear of losing them. :x Oh God..I'm kind of phobic. Pardon me. :')♥♡
THANKYOU to all the people who stayed with me during this beautiful journey. After the grace of God, I owe it all to you. :')♥♡
Oh..and how was the poem? ^-^
Yup, I'm listening to 'Again' by Alissa Janine so the poems are kind of destructive. When the song changes, addiction wears off, the poems will change too. Hehe..till then, bear with me please. :')♥♡
Much Love xX
Hazel *-*
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