TheSilent Loudness


My Purpose - Poem by TheSilent Loudness

As with a rose, with petals weak
The strongest scent is with the meek
Though most silent, most stares unseen
And confessions made behind a screen
We roses are quietly, facetiously sweet

We invented a language with which to speak
And hide with the tips of our fingers to keys
And strings, and pens, and footballs, and scripts
If only to hide, to endlessly trip.
I'm stripped of my purpose, my beautiful name


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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 3, 2014

Poem Edited: Thursday, November 6, 2014


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