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[aid] => mick
[title] => Monde Silencieux
[time] => 2010-09-06 19:41:06
[hometext] => *Title is French, poem is in English
[bodytext] => Can I run through time And never get old? Will I feel this way forever? Questions pile up every day How long will it carry on? None of it ever gets answered And the music plays in my head Drifting through the seconds The world has no noise It's a black and white film with no sound But it's my movie, through my eyes And the music takes hold of every conversation, perfectly Every tiny sound found on earth It's all replaced with the music No wonder I'm lost I've got music blasting, controlling With a rough view of the world, a silent world Spread before me As if it were some other language written on a piece of paper A paper burnt by society, soaked with the tears of a mother A mother who has lost her child A child who fell into a cruel world, and dug himself a grave A grave six feet deep, with four walls made of dirt That dirt, his blanket forever now Him, he has pale white cheeks and soft brown hair He has no name, he is no more I did not know him, I never saw him before It's a wonder how I know no one is thinking my thoughts Yet others can't find the right path, either Bare foot running, high in the hills God never found them, and He won't find me I'll take your guidance but you must trust that I won't believe Still, the good ways have carved themselves into my skin But it's being threatened, those carvings shudder at the thought That they could crumble War face on - I won't let it get that far Whistling in the wind, I can pretend Pretend my insides haven't melted And that my throat isn't burning I taste words laced with stomach acid, caught in a lump I can pretend I'm not living a lie, with each sound that echos I can fool the world that I truly believe my internal thoughts Even those are lies, but no one knows it The music covers it all, it replaces the actions The thoughts and dialogue I don't have to face it One truth stands Alone A tree, furiously growing, lonely in a freshly burnt forest Nothing can live there, except this tree It flourishes, even after the world denied it life This is her, through and through And I want to be trapped inside that tree, with the love Her love The love I love The love I love to love The very love she loves, too Our love And I'm curious to know, How can time trick us so easily? It slips out of our grasp, and flies away Never to return, lost for good Tell me, someone When will the music stop and bring me back to reality? Must I learn to live with it and find my own way to hear the world? I simply wish to find the volume... Questions are added every night of every day I can't escape it, I lack the confidence in ever discovering the truth One thing I am sure of in this life of mine: her She who I know my soul is truly devoted to The ways that have been taught to me, clearly linger in my soul A good thing, an internal map to where I want to be How to get there, I do not know What I do know? Nothing is certain What will I do, now? I could never say I am lost, I don't know which way I'm facing My path has no road, no trail... So I'll wander, I suppose Because I know not what else to do [comments] => 0 [counter] => 188 [topic] => 61 [informant] => the_unknown [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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