A Poem by cassandra violet

I listened to the waves crash,

The rustle of leaves in currents of wind,

To the song of content birds

All to escape the silence

That echoed against the walls of my mind.


But when I tuned them out

I heard music within me playing wildly,

And I learned that it could never stop

And there was no such thing as silence. 

© 2011 cassandra violet

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some poems even though they are short...they express more than we realize...nicely written ...

Posted 8 Years Ago

Very nice! I think this poem could be taken so many ways and could mean so much to so many people. Great job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

I like the comparison of the mind to the tumultuous aspect of nature. I think the use of only two stanza's works well here, everything that needs to be said has been.

Posted 8 Years Ago

I'm sure you must have thought about this for some time even though it's only two stanzas. It has such deep thought to it that's so truthful. Great job!

Posted 8 Years Ago

Amazing, I love poems about silence, this was written wonderfully.

Posted 8 Years Ago

this was great i loved it keep up the good work :D

Posted 8 Years Ago

Wow! that first stanza got me because I could hear and visualize from the words as I read but I could relate to the second, we do sometimes drowned out whats around us only to find we can't silence what's inside.
Excellent write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Wow..I didn't really find it as strong of a piece as a lot of your other pieces, but by the end I was stammering. fantastic.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Very calming. This would be good to read if I was upset.

Posted 8 Years Ago

This is sharp and vivid portraying the sounds and the silence which really isn't there at all, nicely done.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on February 22, 2011
Last Updated on February 22, 2011


cassandra violet
cassandra violet

boston, MA

I hate this part. This is the part where I try to tell you who I am, what I've been and what I want with every single last milimeter of blood dancing in my veins to become- the person who my heart bea.. more..

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A Poem by cassandra violet

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