Biography of TheSilent Loudness
As with a rose, with petals weak
The strongest scent is with the meek
To tell what's thought is to run round the world in but a day then try to explain what you saw
TheSilent Loudness Poems
What's normal to you is perplexing to me What you see as strange is my daily routine I watch all the glares you think I don't see I'd like you to stop, but I know you won't leave
In My Dreams
In my dream, my dream alone, I dream a world where everyone Can be together all the time, yet be alone when time is right I dream a place where all can be together in serenity Where no one has a grudge or hate, where everyone makes his own fate
I Mean Thanks
She, as night brought me to know Threw away the temple To dust returneth dust To her returneth sorrow
In My Flight
Millions of lives being passed over; A mere thousand miles separating life and death. No matter how far you travel you still cannot find; what has since been stained in your mind.
The Porn Star
Nude, not naked, with lights on skin Exposing darkness and danger from deep within She smiles while frowning with looks of despair Though she can't go home, for it is everywhere.
Excitement Of Love
Excitement Racing through my veins At the spped of light, or maybe love Our lives will never be the same
We call ourselves happy when we have a moment of happiness But only call ourselves sad when it lasts If happiness was labeled as a lasting attribute rather than a candy bar there would be a lot less happy people As soon as our happy moment is over we close the window
You'Re Not Allowed To Attend My Funeral
I Hear Outside My Window
I hear the rain outside my window, Like screams of pain they hit the ground. As if painting my dreams' picture, But small in sight, they're large as I am down.
I Can Live Day To Day (Thank You)
The second darkness goes away, Your image touches my eyes and lips. The minute darkness goes away,
Off The Golden Cliff
Relentlessly I fought my way into falling as the bigger the cliff the longer the fall, but also the more worthwhile In gold I walked leaving footprints as I trespassed For trespassing I certainly was but with a goal in mind-
A Dream Of Me
This is how it shall be done: nary crafted, never wrung. It will be between those who speak of nothing
Our Mission... In Short
The ones who leave us every day,
Are all like statues, here to stay.
Their mark is made, for them all is done
We all must finish what they begun.