The QuietA Poem by Arly ParentIt's quiet I sit here in this calm the world goes by
there's nothing
so we follow we cry out into the silence
and it is silent
so we follow the quiet searching for the sound calling out for one to hear us
And i'm alone
I'm quiet cold and calm cool and collected ...I'm love? ...I'm hate? I'm one vicious amalgam that brings you to your knees and drives you to the ground
the shadows gasping for breath fighting the loss
and... © 2011 Arly Parent |
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1 Review Added on October 3, 2010 Last Updated on July 3, 2011 AuthorArly ParentLantana, FLAboutThere's nothing about me. I play with pauses as well as silence. I write words, assign meanings and junk, and play with a language that might be as much my own as another. I don't know. more..Writing
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