Silence is louder than sound,
sometimes.
The quiet girl at the back of your class
might think louder than the sound of
bulldozers smashing.
Louder than an orchestra of ten dozen musicians,
louder than the storms of November,
but aren't voices heard better?
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p.n./ this goes out to the quiet people in my life; speak up
dont bottle it all up inside you
you just might blow when you least expect it
((yes I posted 2 today, because they are relatively short))
if you're reading any of my poems, i beg of you; speak up too!
BINABASA MO ANG
purpose (spilled ink)
PoetryThis is how I feel. [words strung together, expressing emotions i will never understand] it is my PURPOSE in life; to find, to fulfill, to feel.
