If Silence

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write,

releasing my one life line

and extinguishing the shine.

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write.

Yet, again I will find violence

in the peacefulness of silence.

Silence is peace, I heard them say.

Silence is sleep at the end of the day.

Silence is love and silence is life.

Silence is the sound of a slicing knife.

Silence is manic, and silence is death.

Silence is a man after his last breath.

Silence is an infection; it is a disease.

Silence is one enemy never appeased.

My mind is a desert for thoughts to roam.

Interestingly, it's a comfortable home

for all kinds of desires and wants and needs.

Do I have good thoughts? Maybe, but they don't succeed.

The faces I see are blurred and lonesome,

making me wish that I had known some

more about the way life works.

Nowadays, it's all berserk.

I fade back to how it used to be

when I let loose sayings carelessly

as if I was untouchable, infallible, unstoppable.

Once upon a time, maybe, but now it's quite plausible

that I was nothing more than a big-headed teen

who found a way to weave words interestingly.

Repetitive phrases and alliteration

made me grow a nation, get a new vocation.

Problem is, everything was inside my head.

Now my head is under attack as I lay in bed... 

Silence is peace, I heard them say.

Silence is sleep at the end of the day.

Silence is love and silence is life.

Silence is the sound of a slicing knife.

Silence is manic, and silence is death.

Silence is a man after his last breath.

Silence is an infection; it is a disease.

Silence is one enemy never appeased.

They say listen to the best voice

but I don't really even get a choice.

From the time I wake to the day I forsake,

my mind is under the powers of an earthquake.

I stop to listen, hope to perceive.

The world spins 'round me; I want to leave.

Give me                                                   Everyday since, the silence 

noise pressed 

and give me into my heart, into my 

pain lungs, until I feel it's 

but please take the just 

silence begun and 

away. I 

I cannot sleep; I cannot will wait and I

rest. will die

as I sing a soft 

lullaby.

Silence is peace, I heard them say.

Silence is sleep at the end of the day.

Silence is love and silence is life.

Silence is the sound of a slicing knife.

Silence is manic, and silence is death.

Silence is a man after his last breath.

Silence is an infection; it is a disease.

Silence is one enemy never appeased.

They say quiet is silent.

I find it is more violent.

I can find no peace in it;

there is no release in it.

What is the benefit of sleep

if it only makes you weep?

Or the joy you find in death

if it brings more silent breaths?

When you run from shadows still,

and you stray from the windowsill,

trying to avoid the light

you cower in the night.

But shadows abound there,

creeping closer everywhere.

There is no escape in life.

There is no escape in death.

And I know that quiet kills,

and I know that violent thrills

await me while I know

that to silence I go.

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write,

releasing my one life line

and extinguishing the shine.

So I put down the pen tonight,

and I finish my one write.

Yet, again I will find violence

in the peacefulness of silence.

Author's Note

If any of you faithful readers read through the very lengthy poem to the end, then perhaps you will have an idea of the silence I speak of. To those who finish, well done. This is no easy thing to read. To those who don't finish, fret not. This is no easy thing to read.

Reviews

[Riley Justine]

Another amazing poem! I love the first few lines especially. Well done!

[Not here]

thank you :) im glad you enjoyed this

[Moonlight]

Silence is peace and and silence drives you crazy.
Silence finds us comfort for our messed up states and silence also is the only voice of death.
It definitely is a very powerful weapon, this Silence.

And this poem definitely speaks of the silence that I think is the most difficult to comprehend. Great Work Dante! This poem has depth and depth is also a silence.

Thanks for sharing this amazing poem. Loved reading it. :)

[Not here]

and as always, thank you so much for reviewing :)

[Moonlight]

You're most welcome. :)

[Nightfeather]

Silence is a burden which we writers, no we humans must carry. For it weight can sure be overwhelming but one can also found his/her self in the silence which has no voice but the whispers are still making sound. For good ideas can come in pure silence. Your lay-out was experimental and I liked it. I like it that this poem is swaying from the generic poem lay-out. The Lay-out is just as important as the poem itself and you have nailed it.

Good job :D

[Not here]

thanks nightfeather :) i like to dabble in different formats and layouts

[Nightfeather]

Nice, for it makes your poems really epic :)

[Not here]

thanks :) im glad you think so. ill check yours out too, so if you want send me read requests and ill get to them all eventually even if i dont review every one

[Nightfeather]

Thx bro. You can also send me a read request if you want to :)

[Not here]

cool :) and no problem

[Nightfeather]

Alright :D

[Corbin Driver]

I like the silence you speak of in this work. Great job!

[Not here]

thanks corbin :) i appreciate it

[Crystal Overmeyer-Birmi..]

When you run from shadows still,
and you stray from the windowsill,
trying to avoid the light
you cower in the night

Those lines really spoke to me. They week so powerful. I for one love quietness but man this was a good one

[Not here]

thank you crystal :) thats two crystals who have commented on this in a row. lol

[KittyKatgirl]

Wow this is really good my favourite part is Give me noise, and give me pain, but please take the silence away . I cannot sleep, I cannot rest. I enjoyed reading this and it is sad but a beautiful piece of work.

[Not here]

thank you crystal :) that means alot from you

[KittyKatgirl]

You're welcome :)

[TalesOFaMadman]

It'll probably take some time to read your read requests since I'm writing. Anyway your poem was awesome, but I was getting a deja vu feeling. Then I realize that it sounded like a song called Car radio by Twenty one pilots. *Vegeta breaks power scanner* It's over 9000 points.

[Not here]

actually i listen to that song all the time, and it probly influenced this without me knowing. i love that band so freaking mucn

[AaronFreitas]

I hear ya my friend... sometimes the silence is just the peace and relaxation our mind needs to burst into exotic thoughts about the craziest s**t we can think of. I personally hate silence.... silence is definitely not peace for a busy mind. Awesome write!

[Not here]

thank you aaron :)

[Rajat malik]

'What is the benefit of sleep if it only makes you weep?Or the joy you find in death if it brings more silent breaths?'♡♡♡ Now that blows me away.... Showing the reality is what your pen have noted down. Thank you so much for sharing.... :)

[Not here]

thank you so much for reading :)

[ApKWrites]

I read it all the way to the end and it is really not easy to read but it is worth it!
It felt as if there's so much going on, and lots of noise but all covered in silence...like a mute movie...at least that's the feeling I got.

Once again, great job, very well done;)

[Not here]

thanks :) and i havent seen any of those so i wouldnt know