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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=557541" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I'll Tell You Later...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">bare paper eyed me, naked<br>and shaking, still</div><div style="margin:10px 0">much less uneasy than i, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bringing to me with it’s blank stare<br>a suffocating desire to drown it, too, <br>in my despair, stain it with my soot-black<br>alphabet soup till it was dripping in misery, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">bringing to me the faint question, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what have i<br> but words</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to fill this page<br>these pages? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and so many times i have asked it<br> but only now, <br> in the doorframe<br> of an unwritten library<br> under black bird over<br> head<br>i ask, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">what to lend<br> when those words<br>want to come to life, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">and<br>are but one, or two, maybe three, rarely four –<br> whatever amount i manage<br> before something in my throat<br> splinters and snaps like a block<br>of wood my father would strike<br>to feed to billowing bonfires.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for<br>all i have, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">is but a<br> quiet</div><div style="margin:10px 0">that halts my talking, <br> demands me not to speak<br> when i am stuck and stuttering<br>and where Silence drags it’s feet<br>shoelaces clicking in leftright rhythm<br> students speaking dictionaries turn in circles<br>like they<br> are strangers, <br> two separate species<br>quite unable to relate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and Silence he pleads (silently) <br> well I can barely speak</div><div style="margin:10px 0">why will nobody else come up<br> and instead please speak to me? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Silence he is sad and lonely) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i, quietly<br> empathetic</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and overly observant</div><div style="margin:10px 0">decipher the isolation on his face<br>and from my shady doorframe step out<br>and stretch my arm, i utter</div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Silence i am alice i am incredibly glad to meet—“</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> and Silence stops me enthusiastically saying<br> we’re the same you and i, barely able to speak! <br> hardly able to mutter a pathetic, <br>silenced squeak! <br>(laughing hysterically) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“Silence why so cruel this is only empathy…”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">no sympathy for the Weak alidear<br> hell, even evolution kills them off eventually...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i took two steps back<br> under that doorway in a dark haze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in a soft daze realizing my quiet could not help Silence<br> though only silent me could really understand Quiet he.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but i guessed<br>our wordlessness would only sit<br>in stale stillness, hushed, and Silence<br>only wanted help from noisy Speakers<br>who would never hear him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so i left silence brooding by himself<br> and stepped into a ring of linguists<br> with a smile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and i stood there till one turned to me<br>and screamed<br> “would you like to stay awhile<br> and discuss with us phonetics? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and for a moment i stuttered, but stopped myself<br> and merely smirked and nodded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alison+Rosalie">Alison Rosalie</a><div class=q>
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much less uneasy than i, 

bringing to me with it’s blank stare
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in my despair, stain it with my soot-black
alphabet soup till it was dripping in misery, 

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