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At some point you realise that
Your silent screams
Isn't enough, and in the end
All a river of tears is good for
Is to drown in...

When fighting wont save anything but time
And time is useless
Spent.

You start to think; "What now?"
......
So close to the edge of that bottom of that ocean
of blood
Created by that razor in your mind
Telling you
It's over.

Useless

You're useless and well aware
of peoples despise
Hiding behind a façade of false attitude
"I don't give a shit"
When really you do.
Scared to death
by thought
of dying that close to the edge.
and at some point
                        the screaming...
                                              



...Stops.




Can you really bear the silence
In which you can hear your heart beating
[Life]
...beats, firmly, pacing...
leaves your thoughts naked
Clear
daggerspointsharp
Can you live in the silence?
And as if it was your world lift it on your shoulders
bear the weigh of silence when
the screams are no longer silent
but screamed with voice
            heard and dealt with
and the river of tears is dry;
dead fishes on the bottom
and rotten seaweed lying there
creating its own stench
unique
all stenches are.

But you know deep down
That people have noses
And in time they will feel
your odour.
Rotten Soul
And you realize that the silent screames
Were screamed out in the world
Forced.
and then silenced. Again.
They found no cure
So they gaged you.
And your hands are tied
And your soul is dying.
Fading away...alien to this world
So you created your own
Where the lights never is switced off
And orange flowers grow in neverending fields
And you can swim in a sea made of clouds
No worries of falling down
When you've already reached the bottom.
The bottle is Sealed.
In desperate need of a corkscrew
When you already are screwed.
Too fucked up to come back to reality
(definition: the only lie everyone believes)
When you are too fucked up to realize
That you...

are

....me
 
  So keep on dancing in you fields of orange flowers
To the ringing echo of our silenced silent screams.




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On Saturday January 15th, 2005, SamoneDrone (407) writes:
to be honost, when i first started reading this one, i didn't think i was going to like it, but i kept reading anyway. and soon, i found a great appreciation for it. this was a great great poem. nice write! ...............................-samone


On Monday October 11th, 2004, Trapped_with_Insanity (131) writes:
I have fallen in love with the opening stanza. This is an excellent write...truely. Beautifull work of art. ~Diviana~


On Tuesday July 27th, 2004, Rain In The Willows (853) writes:
this is beautiful...indescribible...im quite taken with your work... kya


On Saturday July 10th, 2004, Solace (1425) writes:
You are maturing fast as a writer indeed, perhaps soon you will be more adept at me with english you've already far surpassed a majority of poets on this one... :)


On Saturday July 10th, 2004, Solace (1425) writes:
There is a toiling agony writhing through this, a violent sadness and a wish for cessation that i used to know too well, the "Daggerspointsharp" indeed


On Saturday July 10th, 2004, Solace (1425) writes:
I was stunned as i read this...The first stanza was brilliantly wrought especially followed by the second...Your mixture of wisdom and violence bemuses me as always


On Wednesday July 7th, 2004, anth (1613) writes:
intense,,,intesnse thoughts feeling and imagery,flowed perfectly,like a stream of thought,with some really insopired original parts,some of the imagery and the way its told is close to the actual feeling,overwhhelming , great great work



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