My Silence is bliss
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Post by My Silence is bliss on Sept 27, 2006 19:52:17 GMT -5
So yah i wrote this a long time ago but it better then what i write lately so yah here it isFor you speaking in front of the crowed is natural, your words and the worlds. So to you my silence is freakish and when I do speak its even more bizarre, to where it makes you ask why? But once you feel the ridicule that flies form the eyes of the audience, once you feel the stabbing words that flow behind my back that I’m not supposed to here after I have answered that question, once you feel the violent shaking, the chills and anxiety that takes hold of my very being, when the words you have spoken fall on deaf ears, when your mere posture in front of the crowd is mocked, when your every spoken dream has been cruelly shattered, your each act of ambition has been suffocated beneath the “superior”, after your only expressions of compassion has been knocked flat on its back with sardonic smiles, after your spoken hopes are suppressed beneath the typhoon of laughter chasing you from the eyes of all, after your passion has been extinguished by that rainy day where you took that risk, when your afterthoughts are haunted by the wondering of what everybody else thought, because of past nightmares, then maybe you will know the bliss that is my silence.
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Post by Black Sakura on Sept 27, 2006 21:11:22 GMT -5
I really like this. Tis most good.
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