A Poetic Debate, Part 1- Clockwork"Life," said the girl,
"is *not* simple clockwork.
It's much more than gears,
time passing by,
and birdies saying "cuckoo"
when the hour strikes.
It's more than that,
more complex, more full
of thought, choice, and
things that are more fluid
that clockwork.
Why can't you see that?"
"I beg to differ, my friend,"
said the boy,
folding his arms,
and intelligently
straightening his
glasses.
"Do *you* not see
life's beautiful routine
that is like clockwork?
Things of basic importance
are the same, we:
awake,
eat,
drink
(whether it be water or not),
strive,
and return to our sleep,
only awaking again to repeat the same A Poetic Debate, Part 1- Clockwork by ~NVZgirl
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My Silent SongListen.
Do you heard it?
Then let me
turn up the volume.
So you can hear the melody
of my silent song.
The cello that plays
for sadness, the trumpet
for an uplifting mood,
the drums, for a heart
beating,
(one of many hearts
around the world)
The electric guitar
for a burst of anger,
the piano
for straight-forward-ness,
(unless it's out tune,
when I struggle to say my feelings)
and I am always singing
the melody
or my silent song.
The song sings,
always sings, in my soul,
like I have ear-buds always
in my ears.
To bad you're
too busy blasting your own music,
the music of
denial,
to hear
my song,
my silent s My Silent Song by ~NVZgirl
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