And if together we fall,
how many would rise again,
when divided?
How many would gather the pieces
shattered on the roads?
The untrodden and forgotten
within the winds of struggle.

How many words would fade,
unsaid and buried within,
just to drink the toast of
disturbed liberty?

And how many would dream,
when thousands lay insomniac?

Just how many?

But my words sank beneath your horizon,
unwilling to fight the transfixing silence,
with a single beat of echoing lines

For between your melodies
and my stanzas
rest the eternally unfamiliar ties
of passion.

And the oceanic nights
of sleeplessness.


Written April 23th.2011 8:51 PM

For you, because you know...

© Dust and Lyrics by ~Joni-Kay @ deviantArt

Grow,
beneath the tidal waves of sorrow,
within the hopeless looks for light.
Prosper,
in the shimmer of sane words,
amongst insane glares,
frenzied hands,
and lackluster minds.

Speak,
slowly but drive them mad,
walk as a hero and they'll call you..

..

A coward!

Rise with the sun,
amble on the moonlight
and be still-

Only when they accuse you of their sin.

Written March the 23th.11 9:38 PM.

I bled within you,
without mercy; profanity
was your grenade,
and like a fragile rose,
you plucked me out-
Oh, impassivity.

You can take away my pen and paper, I'll write on walls with my ink,
You can kill the shimmer of my stars and I'll borrow a thousand constellations from every poem I have written.
You may leave me seasonless, I'll pluck every rose I have for a different season.
You may choke me, my thoughts will breathe through my fingers and my heart will not stop pulsating.
I don't need your nights nor your seasons. I don't want to write with your ink nor breathe your thoughts.
You can never restrain me, I'm a thousand thoughts roaming.

I'm free.


Written while I was sober.
Don't ask

You are a compass to every terrible thing I have done in all the directions of my mind.

"Silence should rhyme with Secrets"
--


Words wade through silence,
-like a monsoon-
leaving wrecks of inviable memories,
Thoughts,
Sentiments.

Breathing is suddenly a language,
unknown to wordlessness-
so loud it speaks out cowardice
Uncertainty
Fear..

Secrets, buried within
quicken the heartbeats
in an attempt to break free
devastate
overthrow

But the look on the faces scream for nothing
Maybe a telltale? (A fool's reasoning)
only a thought could never perish; Doubt,
Mistrust,
Deceit.

Written December 10, 10. 2:37 am.


*Yes, those are my own feelings.



























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