Each past, an echo not our own,
worshipped as the most and best.
It's a crowded cemetery, yet alone
we lie when put to the test.
Canyons carved by a vanished rain
will also crumble under their own weight.
Every bend records the strain
of water passing through this date.
Sifting the ashes of a dead fire
where warmth no longer exists.
The remains no longer inspire
as nostalgia grows and persists.
Through all the noise and The Wandering Mind,
I searched for a grace I was meant to find.
They talk about the Many Faces of Love,
Though we’ve been Judged Differently by stars above.
I still smile thinking how SHE ASKED FOR MY BLAZER,
Wrapped in my jacket, feeling you near.
I Love Doing This Life Thing with You,
Catching The Look i Don't Notice, so quiet and true.
When Love Calls Me Sweetboy, my world turns soft,
My Silver Lining when my thoughts float aloft.
You brought me a Clarity nothing can break,
Pure Perfection in Motion in every breath you take.
Even when apart, Still Longing to hold,
In the Dawn's Gentle Light, our story is told.
One look and I sigh, Damn, Its Her,
My light, my favorite blur.
My Desire and my Wish is simple, to stay by your side,
I give you My Words, nowhere to hide.
We’re leaving behind the Shadows of Youth,
Because For Me, You Are Enough and that is my truth.
At the end of it all, It's You
Cuckoo's
Wild call at dawn,
Hiding in mango trees,
Stealing a nest that isn't hers,
Smart bird!
Copyright © 2026 by Crystal David John
This silence i sit in
Sustains like a hanging fog
Fog that blurs the whole day
Until you forget it
My ears pick it up
Volume increases
This silence is shouting
Ears pass on the pain
To the bones
So loud this silence
Its lied and crept up unseen
It shouts and cries
With a voice like stone
Decaying
You look at me with confusion
You can't hear this silence
You are not haunted
Like me
And so I endure it alone
Hearing the cruel words
I shout to drown it out
But I can't shout forever
This silence it grins
It knows it has got me
A smitten young couple
named Blum,
Were kissing and causing a
hum.
When folks yelled with glee,
"Go find privacy!"
And shouted, "Go out and
get room!"
I don’t know how to love quietly.
Every word that leaves my mouth,
Every thought that I put into writing.
Love spills out of me at every second.
Flowing into every soul around me.
The concept of casualness does not exist to me.
I would do anything just to see someone smile.
I feel every single emotion to an extreme.
I love every friend with my entire heart.
Even when it causes me guilt.
I feel I owe all my love to you,
But I cannot stop myself from loving.
I apologize for the times distance grows between us,
For it causes me more pain than I think you realize.
Every night I wish to spend all of my time with you.
Even though I love every friend I have.
I will always hold you closest to my heart.
I hope you know I love you the most.
Big yellow digger scoops
the ground,
Moves the heavy dirt
around,
Makes a loud and rumbling
sound!
The noisy train runs down
the track.
It carries boxes on its back.
It blows out smoke both grey
and black.
Did we make it?
Did the darkness of those echoing hallways turn to light?
The pounding of my screeching heart.
The trembling of limbs chattering against the floor.
Did it all get better?
Slamming of doors,
Shouts causing your ears to shatter.
The red roses matching the colour displayed amongst their cheeks.
Their once happy marriage now filled with anger and resentment.
Their next choices unclear.
When will it get better?
Please tell me it gets better…
Please.
Oh just shut up, you loud-mouthed crow.
Tell me something that I don’t know.
Like ~ when's the day on which I'll die,
and if there's anyone who'll cry,
or wave my wretched soul goodbye.
When he sleeps, he snores so loud
It's like hearing a train plough through the crowd
The lilting cadence of his loud snores
Makes me squirm and heightens my nightmares
You might think I should be used to it by now
At times, it's not jarring, but soft like falling dew
His mellow snores stay with me through the night
Don't you think he sounds hot?
His sonorous snores wake me sometimes mid-sleep
Give me gorgeous gigantic earbuds or dose me with dope
But without his soothing snores by my side
I'm unable to rest peacefully indeed
I think his thunderous snores act like a melodious lullaby
Look, my eyes are drooping! ~ Can't you see us matched evenly?
Loudest is the sounds of calm;
Whispers of longitude;
Swarms, midst graditude;
Whispers kiss my heart;
Kisses from God heals my vessles;
Now I'm feeling better, better, better;
I call on my heart;
To recieve the voices in the light;
Speaks Quiet
6/2/26
our doors are unlocked
country living advantage
having dogs help
no one would dare open that door
their barks frighten grizzly bears and Taylor Swift
I want to be powerful
and have a voice that matters
I want to silence wars and battles
be the reason glass shatters
I want my whispers to be booming
and my shouts to threaten thunder
I want to live afraid of silence
and never have to wonder
I want my words to be greater
than speeches made by kings
I want to teach the world to listen
to hear the flutter of my wings
I want to be famous for my voice
and not the silence that engulfed me
I want my words to hold such power
that they leave no room for enquiry
I almost died in silence
so I want to live out loud
I want to show the world I matter
and stand out from the crowd
Alone in the kitchen—
The refrigerator is the loudest sound.
He sits and compares,
A home that was once too theirs.
Their running up and down the stairs;
Like wild mustangs and without cares
The refrigerator is the loudest sound—
He would prefer theirs.
Too bad they're grown and gone;
Realizing how much you depended on,
Having laces to tie, and crying eyes to dry,
Or how quickly life ambles by.
You hardly notice the passing years,
Till their not around—
And you're alone in the kitchen
And the refrigerator is the loudest sound.
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