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Wanting To Say Nothing At All

a time for silence
the mind is full
like a heap of leaves
unswept for days
by the lazy wind

a day of silence
inside the room

a door shut
curtains and windows
stare
giving little mercies
to a restless soul
inside a
sleepy body.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Catastrophe Within Silence

silence as in a room with no sound
but the hard pounding drops of rain against the window
silence as in being in a crowd of people
but no one is paying any attention to you
silence as in the pain that harvests inside
but not a soul is around to help u through it
silence yet another meaning of no commotion
but leaves many oblivious to anything of mention
there is catastrophe within silence
but who are those to even realize it?
not a word against a crowd
or a cry for help
not a simple acknowledgment
or an act speaking an opinion
silence
silence may be the
fear
shock
or agitation
within our world that leaves everyone
speechless
till all that is left is
catastrophe within silence

poem by Erin Sullivan
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An Emptiness Again?

this emptiness moves upon its hands
on the carpeted floors of the hallways
upon an old catholic church

the pillars as you see are taller
than the rugby players
the windows are as wide as the shoulders
of african men

i stand on the threshold of this door
the sun gets in
and i must choose which way to be

outside is the wind full of uncertain origins
inside there is this light that fears dissolution
the moment the wide window closes upon itself

there are two windows inside myself
i open them soon and then i will fly away

inside there is too much feasting
outside there is only your silence

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Inside That Room

inside that room

clutters of old things
a conglomeration of dusts
silent stones
broken wedges
blunt shapes and sharp edges

inside that room

that silence we both shared
isolated moans
tongues lingering

inside that room
our memories

now the door is closed.
inside that room
the noise of insistence
the clap of a disaster
we disown

inside that room
the impregnation of tough thoughts
with soft laces
of ductile memories

inside that room
oh! there is no

us anymore.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Defining The Kind Of Silence He Needs

it is like the silence of an empty room
not keeping anything
not holding
not gripping hands
or gnashing teeth
the windows are not closed
or the doors
to keep a hounding silence

it is a silence with still air
you hear me breathing in
and out
of my nostrils
nothing kept like grudges
nothing hidden like
some disappointments

it is the silence that heals
that gathers strength
the silence of your gratitude
the silence that rests
the silence
of the soul in solitude
the silence of peace
one that looks out
to the grandeur yet to come
one that waits patiently
the silence of
glory
godlike

humane, and seeks to understand
the one that drives
confusion away

like a bird
nesting its eggs for days
on a stable branch

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Denial

Here I am in a house full of doors but no exits
In a light that is grey like the stain on my windows
All of this is a gift, such a painful companion
Inside of me
Its just something I know, the answers not there
It comes and it goes and it frightens me
Its just something I know, the answers not there
It comes and it goes and it frightens me
This feeling inside me cant confront the decay
To fall down on my knees and resume this charade
Believe me, this distance, its not what I need
Inside of me
Its another story, some of it is blurred
I tried to understand him, I tried so hard
Time worked so well upon us inside of me
Inside my soul, inside my soul
Time worked so well upon us
Inside of me, inside my soul
Inside of me, inside my soul

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Outside And Inside

this early morning
the rains are raging
outside is a rampage of
blown leaves and trees
you are afraid may
finally be uprooted

in the room
the brown dog sleeps
beside a wooden wall
on the floor

the glass doors
& windows are closed
the silence reigns

inside you begin
on another journey
you began last night
on some short breaths
until you think
you had a nice sleep

inside there is something
that rages
it is not the wind or the rain
it is something else
that you want to know
more & more

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Innocence and Silence

Innocence and silence.
A kind of state out of nature.
A head in a queer trance.
A body with a fracture.

Crying out the pain inside.
Showing out a grey smile.
A heart truly deeply died
Without blood running wild.

A crying silence growing.
A silent cry inside hidden.
A stare at the forbidden:
Words without meaning -
Innocence and silence.

poem by Walid Boureghda
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A Stare

a stare is like a stair
it has steps
and there are feet
walking,
and leaving,

you stare at me,
and i see stairs, where you walk
and climb and stop at the middle
and then take the stairs layer by layer

that is what you like to do, to look at me
as though i am this room where you build the stairs
and you want to go inside my room and lock me up

and take all of me with your tongue and hands and
mouth. You mouth me. And i receive the life you have.

and then your stare subsides. the stair is gone.
the room vanishes. I am free. And you are inside me

your stare has become the memory lingering inside me.
i become a bird and you are inside my wings.
Your stairs become my feathers. Your stare
becomes my eyes.

in love, we make the stairs leading to a house.
and there we feast, and live and sleep.

yes, there are wings and windows.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Intimacy....

it is more
in the mind, and so the brain
makes a room
for us
two,

we shut up the mouth of
the universe

we fall short of the words
which we have mastered

it is the moan
of loneliness meeting another
moaning of
emptiness

glasses are made full and then
we empty them
and then we fill them all again
with what
we cannot really fully
comprehend

we have thrown away everything
shed off clothes, skin,
thoughts

wind to wind and rain to rain
and then in the silence of the room
after
sunlight slowly creeps in
from the
shutters of our
windows...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Silence

We talk in silence
We speak in exchanging breath
We argue in silence
We battle with our stare

We think in silence
We travel in our mind
We promise in silence
We create the secret better

We sing in silence
We smile in radiant melody
We enjoy in silence
We move with our body

We share in silence
We stay in each other arms
We love in silence
We grow the hope of warmth

We hate in silence
We shake in every fiber being
We pray in silence
We enchant the words in heart

We long in silence
We drown in loneliness
We break in silence
We flow soundless tears

We walk in silence
We tell our story in footprint
We listen in silence
We could hear numerous voices

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Hear The Body Speak Through Its Mouth
There Is No God There Is No God

I See The Body Wasting Itself
Like A Tree Whose Roots Are Eaten By The Fungus

But Inside That Body Is The Soul That Raises His Hands
To The Skies Looking At God And Calling His Name

My God Why Have You Abandoned Me?

There Is Only The Usual Silence And The Soul Is Restless
Anticipating To Get Out From The Body That Is Killing And Wasting Itself

And The Time Has Come For The Soul To Be Liberated To Be Alone
In Itself Moving Towards The Light, Dancing In The Dark, And Singing Out Aloud

My God Here I Am Back To You
It Is Only In You That I Find Back Peace And Happiness & Bliss.
Let That Soul Be Me My Lord

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Body And The Soul

i hear the body speak through its mouth

there is no God
there is no God

i see the body wasting itself
like a tree whose roots are eaten by the fungus

but inside that body is the soul that raises his hands
to the skies looking at God and calling his name

My God why have you abandoned me?

there is only the usual silence and the soul is restless
anticipating to get out from the body that is killing and wasting itself

and the time has come
for the soul to be liberated
to be alone
in itself moving towards the light, dancing in the dark, and singing out aloud

My God here i am back to you
It is only in You that i find back peace and happiness & bliss.

Let that soul be me My Lord.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Evil Sound

This room has an evil sound inside
It comes from the most smiling memories
That strangles you inside out with bloody hands
Throws your bowels in the black river
with a cursed kiss from certain lips

This room has an evil ghost inside
Dances naked to this evil sound
The wind blows through the broken windows
While the curtains dance with her
This nightmare let only pure love in

poem by Kristoffer Vilsgaard Pedersen
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The Leaking Roof

it is raining and here i am stuck
under the roof of a deserted house
the windows are open
nobody has come to close four windows
looking to the street like an insomniac,
the door is creaky like a sore throat
sounding like an incurable allergic sneeze
the crazy wind bangs it from time to time
and i do not mind the routine of noise
for a while a walk to and fro
like i am making a picket
observing the details of how a deserted house
can look like
or feel like: there seems to be a growling silence
abbreviating itself like a scream
cut short by my hands kept inside my pocket
i look up and see the leaking roof
making a rhythm of the dripping beat
of this poem.

i have nothing in mind, i am empty
and emptying still. I take in so much quantity
of silence, the weight of thoughts,
the silly purposeless probe
of what i am suppose to be and where i must be going
after this temporariness of loafing.

The rain stops. I am leaving.
The rhythm ceases.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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See and Understand

I want you to see and understand
The burden on my heart and brain
The burden which weigh more than my body
The burden which weigh more than the mountains
The burden that no one else can feel, except me
The burden which vague everything, even me
But
Everything is invisible and hidden behind so many curtains
Whenever I try, something stops me to be open in front of this world
May be this world don't care and don't want to see, what's inside
Thoughts and tears are my biggest treasure
The treasure no one can steal
Because no one wants to be under that burden
I want you to see and understand my silence as well
Because this silence wants to reveal a lot of things
This silence wants to be heard and fell
It is killing me, it's want to be free and this silence wants to fly in the sky
This silence which is getting rebellious now
This silence don't want to be controlled
It's making me helpless and weak
It wants to be broken now, like a mirror
And every shattered piece of that mirror will be unique
Understand my silence

poem by Talat Jehan
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Silence Echos

Silence
makes my heart break
Silence
Love, does not make

Silence
Was it all just a terrible mistake?
Silence
Was love just a game, just fake?

Silence
Leaves me heartbroken
Silence
Kills he feeling behind words unspoken

Silence
has is a shield you hide behind
Silence
Guards what's on your mind

Silence
Chills your heart's sound
Silence
Love cannot silently be found

Silence
has turned your dreams blind
Silence
is darkness in which you cannot find

Silence
Crushes the hopeful feelings that were kind
Silence
Of emptiness it did remind

Silence
Silence took all I sought to find
Silence
Silence was hurtful and unkind

Silence
Will kill love before it ripens on the vine
Love will go silently
But it's lonely hurt will echo for all time

poem by James T. Adair
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The Silence Of Edgar's Mind

Edgar had an evil approach
to his writing and to his
poetry that he composed
inside his mind and on
the paper that he wrote
upon.

His characters inside
his stories and poetry
had a shattered affect
that seem to have consumed
his mind as he wrote inside
the silence of his mind.

The silence of Edgar's
mind, gave him the evil
and the turmoilless thoughts
that shaped his short stories
and poetry into what it became
today.

But when i read his
poetry i can feel
his tortured soul
having so-much contorl
over him, that him
begins to battle
with his chastisng
emotions and his soul

That was forever making
him write the poetry
and the shoet stories
that he was chosen to
write until the end of
his life that he lived,

As he found himself
so desparately etched
with the loneliness
of being who he was as
a person.

As i got inside the
silence of Edgar Allan
Poe's mind i found a
constant struggle of
selfless-convictions
coming undone before me
as i read his work out loud.

poem by Erie Morganmaples
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Silence, ssst

Silence
Silence
Silently, ssst, ssssst, please, ssst
Silence
Silence is my guidance.
Through the jungle of lions.
The only way to survive.
My thoughts need hiding
Silence not a word.
Voices where they from?
silence say no more
Don’t open the door
Or the silence will leave us all.
Silence, silence
Silently they are gone.
Silence, I am alone.
Silence is born
Now I am truly torn
Silently I mourn
That I always was alone.

poem by Nadim Lost Soul
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What Is There

a worm inside the home
of its hollows
at night it sings and i can hear
its joys of
home and family

a bird rests on a twig of a tree
it sleeps beside the
quarter moon
the leaves are calm
respectful of the
silence

inside the room
i contemplate on this
perfection: nature in harmony
with the self
there is joy
indescribable
there is sorrow shared
in our solitude

there is this silence that
respects the earth
like the stars
in perpetual twinkle

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Exile In Majestic Silence

EXILE IN MAJESTIC SILENCE
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# Exile in silence,
Majestic silence
Silence, but not to:
blunt senses.
To sharpen…
be more eloquent…
be greater creative…
inside the within,
and within….
[Silence is golden] #

# ‘No-Entry’ board:
to din and bustle,
to topsy turvy,
One way traffic,
Bubbles of subconscious,
For synthesis / creation.
[Silence is golden] #

# In silence,
I discover:
my dichotomous me:
material me,
subtle me,
soul,
mind.
Enjoy - emancipation,
Identity / Reality
Total nihilism,
Void ness in pan-existence
[Yes! Silences is golden] #

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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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