Poetry

No New Star Broken, broken Senseless, sudden Routine stolen Ripped away, without a trace A life taken, no explanation Please, no, you must be mistaken While around, in every detail Life goes on,

Time is a mirror Reflecting past and future Testing, testing what we know Days are a river Running, fore and after Moving, moving with the flow Today’s another day Tomorrow will have

It’s the silences that get to me The empty spaces in between The otherwise continuous stream Of noisy, gung-ho positivity And unveiled anger, bordering on The vitriolic Its the silences that show

We Go To The End We go to the end, together We stare ahead, toward the void We stand on the edge of forever We feel the peace Where once was noise We

Here it comes: The unexpected Burst of inspiration Ideas tumble in, tumbling Like waves crashing On familiar shores You drown in sheer joy Of understanding Here it comes: The unexpected Moment of destruction