Pen Meets Paper

Pen Meets Paper

A Poem by Noche

The air is filled with the sounds of composure,
The lost, the damned, scream without closure,
As clouds break, and beams shine through,
One falls directly above you.

A mote, an idea, a dream wrapped in light,
Coursing through the poison, your hate, your fright,
But not once does it stop the pace,
Of the world you so readily chase.

A burden, shouldered, and notes gone unread,
Just as the flesh decays from the dead,
Stripping them all of what once made them shine,
The dream-less and life-less...a soul so very fine.

Not bound by chains,
Or by reality's binds,
Falling like rain,
In a harmony of sound.

Some sound for the deaf,
And words for the mute,
Loaded in hand,
Ready to shoot.

Right through my mind,
And stagger me so,
As the world will find,
The Chemo I know.

As 'Pen Meets Paper,'
And the "Angel" spreads her wings,
Amongst the rubble,
Industry sings.

© 2013 Noche


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Noche
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Added on April 5, 2013
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Noche
Noche

Clark, NJ



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I've been writing for a number years as a hobby. My poems are range from romantic to dark, with just about anything and everything in between. I'm always looking for ways to improve. Hope you enjoy my.. more..

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