When The World Fell Silent.

this world,
if it fell silent...
we'd die.
simple as that.
no exagerations.
no hesitations.
no one listens.

i hate realizations,
being awake and lieing myself to sleep.
dreaming confessions.
especially those that just lead
to more questions
for the questions i can't even ask.
reality is naked, so we look away.
hands to face, embarresed by delusions.
we're used to looking for answers
that just breed confusion.

we watch tv hoping to become
the next terry schiavo. are you
alive, numb or just another number?
we feed on drama like fish out of water;
shot in barrels, bought in hand-fulls.
we make martyrs out of monkeys,
fathers out of junkies
and authors out of flunkies.

if i could view your beliefs...
i'd see right through you
but dont listen to me.
if i want to be heard,
i'll just speak over you.

thats how its done isn't it?
pile the noise untill we're all deaf.
well atleast then,
i suppose we can say
whatever we want.
so take a deep breath.

live outloud. die outspoken.
use your outside voices, please.
keep nothing inside. hide silence.
talk all you want. nonstop noise
replace all you've seen, heard
or read about with all you're being.
perception doesn't equal reality
rival your dreams. escape all reason.

be a "treason to the patriot act"
be against the war.
be ignorant to the thousands of lives
living by the death of one soldier.
be american culture.
be a non-bush, no party supporter.
be warned, this world has horns.
be hers, a slave-labored lover
be awake, sleep with strangers.
be a bedpost; pirched like a vulture
but be warned, your head has horns.

be heard.
because i won't be listening.

if your pen is missing,
write this in the sands of time.
inscribe it in the oldest tree.
paint it within the darkest cave.
spell this out with stones in valleys,
so mountains look down and read.
wash your fingerprints in the river and
cover the sky with white sheets of paper.
muffle your mouth in your hands.
draw under the moonlight tonight,
untill your eyes are dry and dull.
make this earth your journal.

when the world falls silent.
and all minds are averted
we'll have scribed voices
into the calls of the wind.
find a universal dialogue
hiding outside the heart
and begin again.

I liked the poetic voice that you held in this poem. And i like how much of a harsh truth you kept in this. My only thing is that it had a few different flows and kept switching between one and another. I had to read it over a few times to fully get what I was reading. I think that oyu could have made this poem a bit more easier on the reader. But it was actually a very interesting topic. And you put good word to it. Good job.

Can you please reply to my poem
"Restless In My Sleep"



....bless

~*UnO*~

thanks.

up.

Yo this was nice in my eyes, the imaginary was good. The topic was original, and plus yeah like shawty B said i had to read it over, just so i can know what your writing. The best aspect in this verse was "Truth", period. I liked the way you expressed it toward that topic and done very nice job.

Can you return a fav by Leaving a feedback in my Poem called "Weird Dream", please.

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This was dope Mind, after beginning with what i thought was a slow start you began to blow me away with your profound lines and strong poetic voice, the stanza about american culture was one of the most poignant in my eyes because u adressed a concrete issue not just the semi-abstract concerns voiced through most of the poem, which were also dope. Overall just a very good read, your opinions are read well the pace of the piece is strong, vocab is apt, everything was strong man, another nice drop, 1luv.

Very good indeed. Imagery was amazing. I like the concept. The layout was nice makin the syllable count well. GOod job, keep it up.

I was really feeling this Mindless, the contradictions you used i believe were intentional and strengthened the piece overall, your points were really deep and i felt like it really struck for me, the imagery and voice was strong good job man, im nominating
-Fiasco