Tag Archives: Silence

Meatloaf

The smiles seemed sincere
as I drove away.
No watery eyes, except mine.

And when I call at night
there's laughter,
as if it's served for dinner -
not the somber meatloaf
and silence I remember.

That's when it hits.
I knew they'd survive,
but I never thought they'd thrive.

It's like when I learned
my favorite song - 
the one we danced to at our wedding - 
is really about masturbation.
I never knew it was that kind of love song.
But still -
I never wondered what else I got wrong.

Titmouse Beak, President of Pungent Sound Community Bank






	


	





	

		
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   You are all the poems
   I cannot write.
   You are all the words
   I dare not speak -
   not because they would deceive
   but because they would disappoint.

   So these words
   (knowing my perverse reliance on flippancy and sarcasm
   as shield and sword to repel every honest sentiment)
   prefer to be stillborn.

   It is ironic really
   because with everything else
   my words run rampant.
   There is no end to all the thoughtless things I say.

   But with you -
   words disdain my tongue
   and silence shields me from repelling you.

   Luvgood Carp, Editor-in-Chief   

   First Published in Ariel Chart