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Oh why have we settled in the unquiet darkness,
where the noise of the silence overwhelms our hearts?
And we fall apart –
the sun sets and it rises –
we make shapes of ourselves no one can see.
Oh why are we lost in these tears
if we’ve forgotten how to cry?
If absence makes the heart grow fonder
can we hold on much longer?
We are burning in a drought of faith,
unnoticing as the stars are earnestly shining,
desperately bleeding light.
Oh how ironically hopeless
is every star’s forgotten fight,
for we are just uselessly drowning
under the weight,
under the honesty of the unspoken.
Oh the noise of the silence overwhelms our hearts.
I believe we are skillfully crafted
inexplicable accidents,
and our hero – the potter –
is too late.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.





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Courtney G. said...
Dec. 12, 2009 at 8:54 pm:
I loved it
 
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Siraidly said...
Dec. 12, 2009 at 4:19 pm:
heavy on the ambiguity
 
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kheart said...
Dec. 12, 2009 at 11:11 am:
Great work!
 
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LordManfred said...
Dec. 12, 2009 at 6:40 am:
keep on the good work.
 
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whale entrails said...
Nov. 20, 2009 at 7:44 pm:
yes. we are all accidents. thank you for noticing. :3
 
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toxic.monkey said...
Nov. 20, 2009 at 9:40 am:
this reminds me of the old poet omar khayyam- also spoke of a potter and us being beautifully crafted pots... nice poem:D
 
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Abigail G. said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 10:35 pm:
Lovely. You've used large words and rather than clogging up the poem, it has given it a fluied feeling, like a river.
 
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writer24/7/365 said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 9:05 pm:
luv it so much
 
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screenname! said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 7:17 pm:
I am not an accident I know I was skillfully crafted By a potter And that potter, well to you, it might be different But to me, that potter is Jesus ! Thumbs up on your poem! I loved it!
 
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AquariusSun&Moon This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 4:28 pm:
This is wonderful! Strong compelling writing, keep it up!
 
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epingel said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 3:19 pm:
This was a fabulous poem, I liked how you said "we are burning in a drought of faith." I thought about that and well, we are. A kid in my school got made fun of for being in the bible club. Also, I like how you talk about stars being unnoticed, because our generation doesn't appriciate anything like a beutiflul view of a mountain or anything like that, its just there.
 
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ariwrites94 said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 11:57 am:
wonderful! i enjoyed this article! Plz read my poem called "Sensitive Am I" and rate and comment plz! thanx!
 
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ariwrites94 said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 11:57 am:
wonderful! i enjoyed this article! I feel like this sometimes as if it's not me standing in front of the mirror but someone else. Plz read my poem called "Sensitive Am I" and rate and comment it plz! thanx! once again, keep writing!
 
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PurpleMidnight said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 8:13 am:
This is amazing. It has to be the best poem I've read on Teen Ink.
"I believe we are skillfully crafted
Inexcplicable accidents
and our hero-the potter-
is too late"
I have not found this line on any other poem anywhere. I have to agree with you 100% on everything. Never stop writing, ever.
 
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legolas_elf said...
Oct. 29, 2009 at 7:21 am:
I think this poem was great. I love it. It's super deep and just beautiful and dramatic. Can you guys please comment and rate one of my poems, its called I See, it's about the Jim Crow Laws.
 
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KatieKatastrophe24 said...
Feb. 8, 2009 at 2:48 pm:
This is a beautiful poem. Sounds like it truly came from the heart. This is extremely inspiring. I encourage you to keep up the great work.
 
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writer.dreamer. said...
Jan. 22, 2009 at 2:37 am:
"Oh why are we lost in these tears
if we’ve forgotten how to cry?"

that line made me teary.
thank you for your beautiful poem.
 
scarletP replied...
Nov. 20, 2009 at 11:12 am :
great poem...the vocab use is amazing:)
 
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spaznkool101 said...
Jan. 21, 2009 at 5:31 pm:
I thought that this was a pretty good poem. I loved some of those more dramatic lines you threw in there. Like 'desperatly bleeding light'. That was one of my favorite lines of the whole poem. But there's some thing I've always wondered. You said 'the noise of silence' at one point in the poem. This isn't the first time I've noticed it, but is there such thing? I mean, does silence really have a noise? Cause, that's why I thought it was called silence. Now my head hurts and I'm all confused! But... (more »)
 
epcelia replied...
Nov. 20, 2009 at 6:47 pm :
Its supposed to make you think, because it means that the only thing you can hear is silence which=nothing so its empty sound
 
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