My name is silence,
Lost in the words you cared not to remember,
It is not a bad thing to forget,
Just remember my words,
Let my words soothe your heart,
Let them boil blood and start riots,
Let my words bring tears to the eyes of the heartless,
Let them crash into the wall of the close minded like wrecking balls into building,
My words are to be heard like the battle-cries of victorious armies,
They are not to collect dust on bookshelves left untended and forgotten,
I care not if my name is written in the history books we give our children,
But let my words take hold in your mind,
Let them feed off your emotions,
Give them a meaning only you can understand,
For these words are no longer mine,
They are yours
i’ve noticed in some of your published blogs that you mention speaking words that no longer belong to you, but to some significant other(s). who that other is and why those words no longer belong to you are abstract, which leaves the idea with me long after i’ve finished the last line. i love the idea of giving my words to other people, and i loved reading this poem.
I liked the hidden contentment in this poem. You seem to have a very calm and threatening voice when you write, and it’s really cool to hear your poetry. This piece was nice, especially the line where you say, ” Let them boil blood and start riots.” That was my favorite.