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

[JayceeC]

Sometimes in the silence there is a scream that plunges deeply as any knife inside your head, where none else can hear it. You take us through a mind of violence into the dark shadows of humanity our perhaps where one has lost all humanity.
I found this well crafted, even the side by side lines that feel like the mind is splitting in two.

[Not here]

thank you Jaycee :) i always respect your opinions so that means alot

[andrew mitchell]

Its hard to be silent with this one with a dark thought provoking write. Just the right length too!

[Not here]

thanks andrew :) everyone else thinks its super long, as do i. lol

[Mila]

The title drew me in for sure, very nice! I agree with the other reviewers, it flows beautiful! Everything works in your favor with this one, from the structure to the tone to the words you chose and so on. Really, really enjoyed this! Thank you for sharing!

[Not here]

thanks Mila :) i really appreciate it. thanks for reading again

[Tamika Finley]

I love this wow! The flow of it, the tone, the way it's written, I really admire your work here. I am also able to relate to what you're saying here. Especially the part about when you felt unstoppable and untouchable, because I once felt that way and now I'm more vulnerable than ever. But in a way, I never want to go back to who I was then. Thanks for the read dude.

[Not here]

thanks :) thats exactly how i feel

[Willard Wells]

Dante I like your style and your warning. I did it on one read or I would not have started. But then again your right, it is a long piece. I love the words of "Silence". Very thought provoking. You gave the reader a lot to read and to chew on. Well done. I have to go take a nap now and look for some "Silence". Peace Out!

[Not here]

lol :) okay have fun. i wish i could do that

[Melinda McQueen]

The flow is quite mesmerizing. It captured your inner strength. I liked reading it.

[Not here]

thanks :) i appreciate it

[Bear]

Critique; The sentence structure with the offset lines is a great way of keeping people attention when you have a long or epic poem so you were wise in doing it that way. And where you have the split lines to show independent thoughts is a nice touch as well.
Review; The void between thoughts, it can seem a millimeter or a mile wide, it is mentally, audibly and spiritually numbing. The sound of silence this void is thy name?

[Not here]

thank you for the review bear :) and yes i believe so

[Coyote Poetry]

This is honest and direct poetry. My favorite kind.
"And I know that quiet kills,
and I know that violent thrills
await me while I know
that to silence I go."
I liked the flow of thoughts leaving the reader with something to think about. Silence is noise and sometime noise of children/laughter is needed. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Not here]

thank you for reading coyote :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Sindu]

I made it here. Silence is a silent weapon and I can see what you weaved here. An interesting and nice take on it. Quite long but I like that you held the thought till the end :)

[Not here]

thanks :) i appreciate you finishing it

[Emily]

I just love the way you started it!!
Well done!!

[Not here]

thank you emily :) always appreciated