Our Secret Can Kill Us.
i know that you know
and i know that you know that i know
but we agreed on one thing after that night and following morning
no one's talking
we keep the dignity of silence,
the sorrow of more silence,
the sweetness of
nothing
at all
what's the use of telling you about what you know that i know?
will it serve the purpose of telling us
that there is something wrong
and that it should be stopped
or at least mentioned and
discussed and then corrected?
dare me.
you know what happens next.
i'll die.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nothing But a Shadow
Here we are walking
yet not talking
silence silence
we've grown apart
yet here we are
walking, but not talking
we are together
yet far apart
silence silence
I watch our shadows
with a sour look
slipping farther apart
This cannot be
what happened to you and me
silence silence
What happened over the summer
you found a job
and we stopped seeing eachother
I wish our shadows would be close again
like when you and me were best friends
silence silence
poem by C.M. Benny
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Silence
I awake to silence and in silence I sleep
Silence to silent me, I silently weep
Away in silence for silence to hear
The sorrow in between both mine ear.
I think in silence, I mediate in peace
Thinking peacefully in silence I cease
All the sorrow that embosoms me
All the silence, that silence be
Whatever silence is, for silence tis
My beauty, my desire, my Adonis
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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In Silence
In silence, you can hear
the scratching of a pen across paper.
In silence, you can hear
the rhythmic sound
of your heart beating
telling you you are alive.
In silence, you can hear
the screech of a demon call.
In silence, you can hear
the murmur of a baby
just moments before
they begin to awake.
In silence, you can hear
your memories calling.
In silence, you are transported
back in your life
into days long gone by
under sun-drenched skies.
In silence, you can hear
your voice of loneliness.
In silence, you are there
within the confines
of your inner self
and forever alone in silence.
11 May 2012
poem by David Harris
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Silence Speaks
Verse 1:
When i asked you
You said nothing was wrong
But i listened to your magical song
All its notes were gone
You sang it, i heard
Silence speaks a thousand words
Verse 2:
You keep telling me
I'll pay the price
For asking you once
And telling you twice
But i paid the day your emotions turned cold
Silence speaks a thousand words
Chorus:
Where do i turn when you turn away
It's never just the things you say
You never ever put me down
But when i speak you turn around
And saying not much is saying a lot
Verse 3:
If you spoke truth
There would be no doubt
But the only words are
"we'll work it out"
Well that's not saying much
You just don't take the time
And that is where i draw the line
Chorus
Bridge:
You're sending signals
First of hope then insecurity
Signals of doubt are everywhere
And subconsciously
You know you wanna break the ties
But you use silence
You use lies
Don't worry
I'll return your song of silence
Silence speaks a thousand words
Silence speaks a thousand words
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Silence Speaks (A Thousand Words)
Verse 1:
When I asked you
You said nothing was wrong
But I listened to your magical song
All its notes were gone
You sang it, I heard
Silence speaks a thousand words
Verse 2:
You keep telling me
Ill pay the price
For asking you once
And telling you twice
But I paid the day your emotions turned cold
Silence speaks a thousand words
Chorus:
Where do I turn when you turn away
Its never just the things you say
You never ever put me down
But when I speak you turn around
And saying not much is saying a lot
Verse 3:
If you spoke truth
There would be no doubt
But the only words are
"well work it out"
Well thats not saying much
You just dont take the time
And that is where I draw the line
Chorus
Bridge:
Youre sending signals
First of hope then insecurity
Signals of doubt are everywhere
And subconsciously
You know you wanna break the ties
But you use silence
You use lies
Dont worry
Ill return your song of silence
Silence speaks a thousand words
Silence speaks a thousand words
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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A Few Advices To A Nephew Studying The Science Of Psychology
you say you want noise
so much noise in fact
in the middle of the night
to bury the boredom reigning in yourself.
i wonder if you have consulted the gods and goddesses of poertry.
if you have gone at the entrance of its temples.
one does not need noise to expunge boredom.
one needs only silence.
you tell me i am different. Sort of telling me you are different
and you belong to the wonders of your youth.
i am telling you, you are wrong my dear nephew.
you have taken so much noise, and you are lost.
you have disregarded the voice of your heart
and the furies will take the revenge.
the noise will take you like the Pied Piper of Hamelin
to the sea with all the rats and there
they will drown with you.
Take your time. Have fun with so much noise.
When this fails, and i know it will, please come back
and drink the lovely potion of silence.
This is the beginning
of poetry.
Some things are so real, in this poetic imagination.
As she once puts it: an imaginary garden with real toads in them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bury The Subject
If this has been heard,
To serve a purpose...
Then
Repeating to beat a dead horse,
Just to witness your ego prance...
Will not regain the speed,
By which you would like to see it gallop.
To free it again with your indecision.
The breath of it has stopped!
The issue has been discussed.
Rigor mortis can not appear more final,
Than it does.
You may huff and puff,
As if yesterday will return to be corrected.
But it has been saddled.
Ridden and exhausted of purpose.
Now existing in oblivion.
Your need to play mortician...
Has been fulfilled and duly noted.
You have made a fantastic attempt!
Recollections have made it lifelike.
However, therefore and furthermore...
With an observation used as fact,
Decaying is no longer the issue.
Now bury the subject.
Or just disappear.
Those are the options.
Now make clear your choice!
A patience I remember,
Is slowly fading to reveal a craze invited!
You have voiced this over and over again.
It has been agreed.
Do you wish to hear 'DAMN-IT'
To solidify the moment?
It comes...
Faster than a speeding bullet.
More powerful than a locomotive!
'WILL YOU SHUT THE F-f-f-f...up! '
Children can spell 'recession' now.
We are living it.
There is no need to suggest its appearance.
This 'depression' you are leaving us with,
Could better be defined!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trapped in silence
Silence, Silence, every were,
Silence, Silence, Im gunna pull out my hair,
Not talking, Still working,
I think my voice is going come lerking,
If I dont stop now,
Then I will have to move to lau,
I NEED TO TALK OR ELSE
Poem by brooke about doing not talking for her 40 hour famine
Telling again and again
Telling again and again and
Again the same thing repeatedly
Is not bad rather it is good
Telling again and again and
Again the same story remind you
The mistake that turned you bad
And telling again and again and
Again the same thing you became
The master orator and we hear
You all words being consumers.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Earth For Free...
sensing that you do not wish to talk
or engage in
oral intercourse like those previous
free falling conversations
which we
conclude to be honest and candid and free
and agreeable
i stopped talking too
talking is not important anyway because
my fingers
have taken as many mouths as there are
without being loud
i respect your silence but somehow i detest your way of
surrendering to the helplessness of
silence
i remember when i was told that tomorrow will be my last day
and which happened to be false
i visited friends and knock from one door to another
telling them
that i love talking and that talking relieves me from the pain of
having been given only one day to live
when i have not gathered the sunflower which shall bloom in February
when my book shall arrive next week before
i shall close my eyes
and cease breathing
we were under a pyramidal roof
surrounded by coconut trees
beyond us the sea and some white painted boats
the seagulls are busy catching fish on their beaks
while fishermen arrive with salt on their bodies
and it was that time that i notice that this world is so beautiful
and the people too friendly
and yet
when we leave and be away for good and think that out there
there is more to all these
there is that sense of obligation to comply
this is not our home but just a hotel and we must not be too ungrateful to stay some more
because we did not pay anything at all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Silence
I got a feeling
Everything's gonna be alright
And I still find my way
And I heard
It's always darkest before the storm
So come on let it rain
Everything was different when I was seventeen
The world was so much brighter
Now I finally found the truth
Of what they hid for me
That world was so much kinder
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
I believe
That we were meant to learn from our mistakes
And stumble along the way
Now I know
That people are gonna grap what they can take
Then just turn away
Everybody's searching
But no one really knows the truth
The world is upside down
What it's all about right now
Will soon turn to gray
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
All my little merry friends
Have turned their backs on me
Excuse me if I'm jaded
I'm so tired of people telling me
How it should be
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
Silence
song performed by by Tiffany
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Eternal Silence
Silence
Silence when we are walking,
Silence when we think,
Silence is what fills us all,
With a binding eternal link.
Silence in the little children,
Silence in the adults,
Silence wrapping around us all,
Silence pulsing in the walls.
Silence fills this hollow world,
Silence is the choice we make,
Silence is the death of this all,
Silence is our fate.
poem by Okami Kamikaze
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Wednesday Morning Silence
At eleven O’clock in the morning,
I sit experiencing the stillness
of a Wednesday morning silence coming down.
It seems much earlier,
though the day is half done
after a fun filled Tuesday
that lasted long into the night.
I sit experiencing the stillness
and wondering in the silence
after the rain had come down.
The absent drip of raindrops
sounds like time ticking away
in the Wednesday morning silence coming down.
Sitting on my friends deck
as a cooling breeze rustles the leaves
in the silence of the morning
as I wait for everyone to wake
in a Wednesday Morning silence coming down
while I am on holiday.
poem by David Harris
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Silence Part III
Silence is the only thing I hear
Silence is what I fear
Silence tells me that nothing remains
Silence tells ne that its the end of your game
As silence fills the air
I begin to wish he was there
I wish I didn't let him walk out that door
And I hate that there's nothing I can do anymore
To make him mine again
I love him more than anything but I didn't know it then
And now silence is all that's left
Silence because of an unnecessary bereft
The silence rings in my ears
Because I let go of what I should have kept near
The tears pour out of my eyes
As I lay there in silence - but that's no surprise
I Like Your Silence
i like your silence
now
it is not like the
silence we had
before
your silence
now is different
it is
reminiscing
it is
refreshing
it is
sensitive
to my presence
it is
reflective of
who i am
enabling me
to hear my
breath
to see and
feel
my very own soul
i like your silence
now
it is the silence
of the memory
that cannot
be forgotten
it is not death
it is life
it is the blossom
of my sorrow
it is the fruit of
my despair
it is the silence
of my silence
it is the peace
within my
solitude
it has become
the center of
my life
the focus of my
scattering
the finding of
my loss
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Writer In Me
there is silence
in my struggle
there is dignity
in my suffering
coat and tie
flawless fabric
of my
existence
there is secrecy
in my quest
there is no sharing
of my misery
i have only sorrow
as company of my sorrow
i have only some tears
for my joys
i always have
open arms for Thy Will
I seal my fate with
a kiss
i always take the
incoming as
a form of hope
i keep this silence
i write these words.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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2: 20 P.M. Roxas
you are first
if you keep on searching, you will know more than what is necessary for tomorrow
you are the first to know and will tell those who know
to obey the dictates of silence for a while
there is no more argument possible in this
but only that silence that rifts what flesh is found in the bone
do not worry that much, there is no need after all
because i will be next
and i am not telling you
you will not be glad, but you will not be alone anymore
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Talking Too Much
i have said so much
what follows next is regret
why i talk too much
the next thing is
reactionary silence
stubborn silence
chosen option
not to talk for a day
even if it is a case of
an emergency
there is fire in the house
and they're looking for the
fire extinguisher
and i know where i keep it
but i am not telling
because i have said so much
and i still have much regret
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Apoplexy
The music stopped
the dance too
Jarring silence
Bruised feet
Fading lights
Unsettled heart
Broken pieces
In tears
Multicoloured heap
In a corner
The music stopped
the dance too
The lips
You painted
Before the show
Had been stuck
On the mirror
In the green room
The heart
Highstrung at the touch
Hangs like a rag
Along the other clothes
The music stopped
the dance too
Silence...? ? ?
Silence...! ! !
Silence...
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Come To The Sunshine
Now comes the morning
Wet with the kiss of midnight
Shadows stayed sulking in the way
Sunshine for dreaming
Blackest magic to believe in
Spectrums and rainbows and days
I never saw a sky so free
Never so blue
Morning with mystic pagaentry
Unveils a time for sharing love with you
Come to the sunshine
Share in the quiet of knowing
No need for telling you sometimes
When all the answers are
So plainly showing
Teach me to tell you
All the feelings Ive been learning
Tell me to teach you my heart
New words are crazy
Old love words keep returning
All words seem wrong from the start
So I will tell with my eyes
Say it with a kiss
Silence that asks and looks so wise
And needs no answer on a day like this
Come to the sunshine
Share in the quiet of knowing
No need for telling you sometimes
When all the answers are
So plainly showing
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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