I always say,
Value the silence,
But the truth is
I like the noise more.
Those moments in silence
Are the worst kind of torture,
When I am bombarded
With thoughts.
Those moments in silence
Are the ones when I
Wonder.
About you,
About them,
About us,
About when.
About how,
About where,
About who.
My mind is going against itself
And my heart is against it too.
The noise is annoying
Distracting,
Obstructing,
But grounding.
It keeps me from falling
In a sky
Full of sandbags.
It keeps me from floating
In a world
Full of air.
It keeps me from
Drowning,
In a sea
Full
Of tears.
And so
When I say,
Value the silence,
Please,
Turn up the music.
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Organized Chaos - These are My Thoughts
PoetryNo, These are not poems. So flimsy a thing as can be called a few words on a page. These are thoughts. Paper thoughts, broken and scattered and gone like the wind. Iron anvil thoughts, never leaving though it is all I can ever ask of them. Invisible...
