Louder
your silence roars
upon her shores
crashing your waves of madness
your screaming stares
those undressed glares
moan
on a loan,
around some plastic smiles
yet blue
yes, this you gotta do
but how would you?
roaming around your demons
they laugh at your pretended resistance
reciting your vows
her wind blows
in your chaotic void
still there
she is..still there
a weakened beat
taking the back seat
of your empty stage theater
clapping to your silent performance
blinking exotic grips
of that late night dream
or was it real?
you still feel
her freckled fever
smashing your olive turmoil
burning your soul
turning this strategic wall
into
beads of sweat
your ragging set
explodes
breathless
restless
An exhausted soil
is your mind
while her marbled hurricane
is free as a monster
inviting as a shelter
daring as a whisper
radical
like an evident solution
bold
untold
recited
like a satanic hymn
to your tortured self
tenderly reviving all the wounds
as sweet as bitter
you are still
eventually she will
set them all free
and be
your only heaven in hell.
10 comments:
Wonderful work....compliments.
Greetings, Joop
deep with heavy emotions..with the perfect title..there is a silence that screams loudless but still can be heard better than cannon balls
goodness...this is so full of emotions...perfect title and you describe the hard place well..
An exhausted soil
is your mind
while her marbled hurricane
is free as a monster
shew...that says much...nice lines...
eventually she will
set them all free
and be
your only heaven in hell.
that's powerful
Wow! I can see I'm way out of my league in this community. But I'm having fun reading all of it's amazing contributors.
Thought this fantastic! Fierce word weaving that reads great aloud. Like the hustle and flow of the word play as well...but you had me with the title.
Lots of emotion, vividness here...
Great. Carried me along.
powerful imagery.
:)
awesome write - love the rhythm and rhyme - definitely reads like a performance piece.
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