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My Particular Kind of Nonsense A Poem
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My Particular Kind of Nonsense A Poem It's all nonsense isn't it? The rantings of maniacs. Myself included. Where is the silence Is it in the woods? But there nature abounds Perhaps that is more soothing To our beleaguered spirits? No voices But plenty of noises That could be scary If there are predators Seeking their prey. A dark room A bed with all it's finery Sheets, a comforter And pillows. A place to rest One's head. Maybe<b> physically </font></b>But the mind works still Gears turning. Nonsense being made of Adorned with a crown Of thorns. As we see what we want. Our lives before our eyes Thoughts and memories Solving some problems Of the day. Oh and worrying. That nonsense we know well! Maybe I am just projecting Yes. That must be it. For I know not What you think. I am just imagining My particular kind Of nonsense. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely |
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Just some thoughts Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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I like it... especially the co-existence of "silence" and "the woods" Beeping and noise from center of town, Dirty and hectic, bringing spirits down. Seek to escape for peace and quiet, Get away from the every growing riot Alone in the woods... silence at last? A "hoot" from an owl... something buzzes past. I hear a thump, leaves rustle in the wind, Branches crack... Wait, I hear it again... Frogs croak, waves lap on the shore. The woods aren't quiet, but peaceful evermore. ~ Guy
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Why not just Enjoy The Silence Words like violence Break the silence Come crashing in Into my little world Painful to me Pierce right through me Can't you understand? Oh my little girl All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm Vows are spoken To be broken Feelings are intense Words are trivial Pleasures remain So does the pain Words are meaningless And forgettable All I ever wanted All I ever needed Is here in my arms Words are very unnecessary They can only do harm M. Gore 
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