After dark/silence becomes an art/with me as the artist/ my pencil plays a part in this creation/ contemplating the right presentation to begin with/ blessed with this gift of using sentences to tell what my feelings is/ shiiii/ this is my soul transformed/ im old but newborn/ inside this shelter from the storms of reality/ growing with every new piece written/ living in new dementions/ erasing wrong decisions/ even going back to the beginning if that’s what i choose/ i made the earth move/ to the sounds of my blues/ once i found out how to use my thoughts/ and we dance alone after dark/ silence becomes an art with me as the artist/ my pencil gets heartless and tells all my secrets/ revealing my uniqueness to stop time/ giving away a piece of my piece of mind/ shiiiiii/ this is my private session with alphabets/ all my confessions with no regrets/ my garden of Eden/ if seeing is believing then my readings are conceiving/ and my spirit is bleeding words/ but no cries are heard/ not wanting to disturb/ MY SILENCE!!!
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silence:
| 1. |
absence of any sound or noise; stillness. |
| 2. |
the state or fact of being silent; muteness. |
| 3. |
absence or omission of mention, comment, or expressed concern: the conspicuous silence of our newspapers on local graft. |
| 4. |
the state of being forgotten; oblivion: in the news again after years of silence. |
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