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My realization, my question, my life.
Voiceless,
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end.
My fingers shake on a dark stage,
and the beat of the drums drowns me out as I play.
Will I ever truly find my place,
unable to shout over baritone and bass?
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end.
My fingers shake on a dark stage,
and the beat of the drums drowns me out as I play.
Will I ever truly find my place,
unable to shout over baritone and bass?
Published 1st Jun 2011
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2nd Jun 2011 5:32am
randy, i hate you for writing so good >.<
i adore this. and all of your masterpieces.
i adore this. and all of your masterpieces.
3rd Jun 2011 4:45am
25th Jun 2011 11:12am
"Voiceless,
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end."
amazing poem. love it. look forward to seeing more work from you!
wordless,
speaking with silence.
This is the way I relay my heartache.
I'm powerless to scream.
Noises in my head flirt with me.
As I speak my voice faulters.
This turbulance knows no end."
amazing poem. love it. look forward to seeing more work from you!
26th Jun 2011 2:45am
21st Nov 2011 6:14pm
Noise... this word stick out for me. Some hear noise , some hear art. :)
Art flirts with the intricacies of our being-- imo.
Art flirts with the intricacies of our being-- imo.
