A Kid Making Noise MAG

May 6, 2010
By emurphy20 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
emurphy20 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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Confusion sings
In engines and the wilderness
On water ripples and neon signs
About our blindnesses.
It deadens telephone wires
And subtly shortens the spoken word;
Syllables fading softly like a dying breath

Of parched throats and empty promises.
In our time, a decree has gone out
To excommunicate communication.
I know you will listen.
I don't know if it will matter.

Many times I have taken a stand
On high stone walls, where the breeze is best
And in windowless rooms, where the
only sound
Would be my own.
All to nothing; I have ink and a page, and
A hand to pick the lock of an incarcerated mind
And free from captivity the words
I cannot speak.

I have screamed and ranted,
Spewed double-edged swords and jagged barbed wires
Felt the chords buzzing in my throat.
But still it hibernates, under snow and rock.
So I will spill myself raw, like blood onto pages

And you will hear me then.


The author's comments:
This is about how hard it is sometimes to communicate what we feel effectively

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on Jun. 1 2010 at 6:59 pm
Boosflash DIAMOND, Jacksonville, Florida
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this is amazingness captain. this really should have been in the mag. 5 stars, captainius orsus the second. P.S.-feel free to mix with the scent of my aroma.


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