Enveloped by Darkness

Enveloped by darkness day after day

Surrounded by friends ready to play

Alone in a crowd cheerful and smiling

Drowning inside dying and crying

Isolated as usual with limited choices

Invisible among them, but no one notices

Critical sometimes they are of my ways

Silent or furious are my moods without delays

Hearing their voices but not listening to their words

Because often they slay me like sharpened swords

Not great company I am I know

But where else am I supposed to go

Trapped inside myself away from reality

Despising its expectations and meaningless futility

Away when among them, away when alone

Haunted by demons that were birthed at home

The Future

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What does the future hold?
A warmth from the chilling cold? 
A desire that has finally been fulfilled?
A prospect for the truly skilled?
Unknown to all, especially those who claim
Who beat themselves, but only have themselves to blame
A mysterious adventure, cruel and daunting
With exciting paths, wild and haunting

Such is the future as I see
But don't take my word, it's only me
Twists and turns are what I expect
I wish it weren't the case, but nothing's perfect
Words to be written, such a cliché
The future is not a novel, but a game to play

 

Intro to Poetry – Day 10 (Future)

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Breaking the Silence

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Break the Silence.”

When was the last time you really wanted (or needed) to say something, but kept quiet? Write a post about what you should’ve said.

Silent as the grave

Silent as the dead

Silent out of fear

Silent out of dread

Words slay the darkness

Words show the light

Words set you free

Only if you have the might

Break the silence

Scream the words

Write them down

Share them and let them be heard

Because whether you are true

Or whether you are not

Your silence condemns you

Because your words can mean a lot

Silence

Between every word ever said

A thousand more, heard but not uttered

 

In the silence lies the truth

That which is often concealed

The one that only the quiet can reveal

 

A motion, a glance, a smile

Rarely hides what words deny

Through the cracks of every phrase

Run the meanings that no one says

 

With facts always known

And acts protected, never shown

While relying heavily on senses

Rather than explanations that might create messes

 

An understanding that cannot be described

Awaits in peacefulness, where noise does not reside

Words unsaid are the most powerful of all

The silence holds stories told and never told