The emptiness of silence
Is full, rich, strong,
And always present.
Even when sounds try
To chase it out,
To replace it,
It remains
In corners and
Under furniture
Until the sound
Fades away.
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The Emptiness of Silence
It Is Not
It is not pretty flowers,
Candlelit tables, bubbling wine,
Or expensive chocolates.
It is not lacy lingerie,
Satin sheets, silken skin,
Or sultry perfume.
It is not token presents,
Thoughtful gifts, mushy cards,
Or precious diamonds.
It is not something shown one day,
One night, one date,
Or even one moment.
It is not limited to,
Defined by, proven by,
Or even debunked by
Valentine’s Day.
Romance : Straightforward :: Life : Simple
If I am to you as you are to me,
Then romance is all fine and dandy.
Unless I am to you as you are to me
And to Tyler, Patricia, and Sandy.
No Happiness, Please
Served with happiness?
Oh, no thank you.
No happiness for me.
It’s not that I don’t like it – no.
See, I have an allergy.
Even the slightest little drop
Is a positive guarantee
Of feeling awful afterwards, so, please,
No happiness for me.
Could you have it taken out?
Perhaps “served pensively”?
No, no, that simply will not work –
It’s just as bad with glee.
Moderation? Yes, I’ve tried before.
No, abstinence is key.
I’d rather feel a little down
Than endure that misery
(And though I’ve heard it often said
There’s rarely company).
No. No, if that’s served with happiness,
I’ll simply stick with tea.
A Stray Thought
I had a thought this morning –
It was a good one, too –
But I had other duties planned,
Other things to do.
And so I set the thought aside
For later (or so I thought).
Unfortunately, between now and then
My thought I quite forgot.
Now, later turns to never –
Or at least to “not today” –
For how can I complete a thought
When like a sheep it strays away?
Existential Insomnia
There comes a time when I’ve stayed up so long
The lights in the room start to spin.
They blur around me. Time passes me by,
Or maybe I pass by with it
And return to my body in a dizzying rush –
No balance, no motor control –
And wonder, Did I take the first step toward magic
Or just loose a tether to my soul?
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