Thought

A Poem by Silentspeaker

The sand falls

Into oblivion

Into thought

No peace of mind, no drooling mouth

Ideas come like the graves of nations

You spit on the fount

For you, there is not blessing

And we're all thinkers

Let the waves take me

Let me savor this fruit

I know

We know

© 2013 Silentspeaker

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song writer

I wish I could be this good at writing poems. Half of my poems should't be poems compared to this.

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

10 Years Ago

whoever you are, that was so nice man:) Thank you:)
I really do appreciate feedback on my stu.. read more

Vertigoingnowhere

This is gold. Good god. I really love this,

Posted 10 Years Ago

1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

10 Years Ago

Thanks, man! :) I really really appreciate that

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Added on October 15, 2013
Last Updated on October 15, 2013

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Silentspeaker

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Good pessimist Somewhat good optimist Musician Writer (oh really?) I want to understand the world and get rid of this pride and ignorance that's built up in me. "Being human" is only an excuse. "E.. more..

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