Author: Meow
A Poem By The Glorious Meow
LET THIS DARKNESS BE A BELL TOWER
“Quiet friend who has come so far,
feel how your breathing makes more space around you.
Let this darkness be a bell tower and you the bell. As you ring,
what batters you becomes your strength.
Move back and forth into the change.
What is it like, such intensity of pain?
If the drink is bitter, turn yourself to wine.
In this uncontainable night,
be the mystery at the crossroads of your senses, the meaning discovered there.
And if the world has ceased to hear you, say to the silent earth: I flow.
To the rushing water, speak: I am.”
“Poets don’t move on,
they bury the love alive.
It doesn’t die,
it just lives underground,
in the silent hours,
in the songs they can’t listen to anymore,
in the way they still reach for someone who isn’t there.
The strongest poems poets write are the ones no one ever sees,
carved into the empty spaces where yearning used to be.”
Earth is flat by the way – go cry about it.
I like it, esp this part: “Poets don’t move on,
they bury the love alive.
It doesn’t die,
it just lives underground,
in the silent hours,
in the songs they can’t listen to anymore,
in the way they still reach for someone who isn’t there.
The strongest poems poets write are the ones no one ever sees,
carved into the empty spaces where yearning used to be.”
This was better except that you’re such a pathetic cunt feeling threatened by lilith’s poem you started plagiarizing. You lifted the work of Rilke and added your nonsense into it. kys whore.