This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The título comes from the descripción a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what tu like o hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The título comes from the descripción a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what tu like o hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what tu think of it, please?
__________________________________________________
Have tu felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until tu burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! tu will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
__________________________________________________
Have tu felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until tu burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! tu will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.