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The Lost Generation MAG

June 2, 2008
By Anonymous

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.

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on 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.

on 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.

spaznkool101 said...
on 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, you gotta admit, it's a good question. What do you think?