Among My Little Head

The night is still and calm.

The moon hangs high and reluctantly sighs,

Surrounded by old friends so far.

The scenery is dead but it breathes with our laughter, while

Smashing our air guitars against the cold cement.

They are broken in an instant,

But we grab another spare and head bang to the silence.

As the invisible crowd goes wild for our screams,

Cars go by staring surprisingly.

And when our hearts beat too fast we

Collapse onto the grass and I tell you of my story,

Of far away memories

 

You share a compliment,

I share a correction,

Listing all the “cool” words and I’m thinking

This is all perfect.

We stay awhile,

Shooting answers and questions,

Exchanging the falling pieces of our opposite heads.

I can hear you breathe,

Knowing that you’re with me

Feeling safe and comfort in this chaotic world.

 

We.

Are the silence.

 

Day is a mockery.

People there to push you up against the walls,

Attempting to crush your face and bring you to your knees in pain.

Night is muffled music.

Daring you to dance.

A time where peace refills you, taunting you to laugh.

 

We are the silence.

Content with where we are.

And when I turn my head to face you,

I find I’m coming up with sheets

Pulling me with force into reality.

The dim light catches my shadow and the mirror catches my frown,

My soul has caught the bright emptiness from the words that spilled from my mouth.

I’m reminded there’s no one to hear me and

For a second I think I’ll just rest,

When I come to the realization,

that I should’ve known…

 

Now when I visit the place where our laughter reigns

You get up to leave…

Not holding your hand out to me,

Disappearing into the dark like a left behind penumbra,

And I sit up to see that I am staring into nothing.

Facing the conclusion that

 

I.

Am the silence.

 

Author's Note

This poem is pretty rough. I know the ending makes it seem like it was all a dream but it wasn't. It was just day dreaming, getting lost in your mind. All reviews will be GREATLY appreciated no matter what. Oh, and yes, it's long. Sorry about that.

Reviews

[_thesovo]

this is amazing. :D

[.]

it's delightful..absolutely :)

[Michael X]

written in a beat poet style, your words spring to life, with such passion
and imagery and zest describing the life and times, the day and the moment
andf how it all comes down to the silence, artistically invented.
talented job here.