Silence filled the air like a giant cotton cloud. It left a weight on my chest, and drowsiness in my eyes. Yet the same silence had energy. A quiet buzz of potential sounds and words filled my mind. The energy seeped into me replacing that intial drowsiness with restlessness. Motivation filled my soul with the words I couldn't find, twisting nouns into stories and conversations. Stories I would never write, conversations I would never have, because all that was left was silence.

Black ash rains down upon us

They said the world would end in fire

I did not expect it to come so soon

Terror smiles amid the chaos

Fear hides in the hearts of all

What was once man is now a statue

Of crumbling ash

Returning to the dirt that once made him

May God save our souls

Happiness... I forgot the feeling

Even right now the thought of dying is appealing

I need help, but i'm too afraid to ask

Because if I do I risk losing it all so fast

But its too late, I already lost my sparkle

Lost my shine because I sent my heart through a parcel

They say when a heart breaks its shatter can be heard for miles

The sound of a muscle crushing can be heard in many different styles

This is where I ask for help, my life has stopped

I dont want to be alive anymore, death is a wonderful thought

Im told to meditate, to take deep breaths

Im told it will cure me, as if depression was just a pest

But no, its a disease among many of us, a curse

Its the number one reason teenagers end up in a hearse

Because nobody cares, at least the ones who are important

But not many care about me, Dylan Horton

A promise was made, and I dont want her to die

If I go she goes, and I really dont know why

Everything moved so fast, and you did too

Here I am rehearsing how to tie a knot in a noose

Ill always have the scissors to cut the ones I love down

But when im hanging from a rope, who'll be there to keep me on the ground?

Electronic device,

shall I call it my vice?

A message

during

my massage.

Doctor called

and I stalled.

Radiation therapy,

or they can just cut at me.

Cancer.

Fuck her!

I fight

for life!

delving within mine avast

cerebral terrain needed no dynamite to blast

a causeway in an effort for me to cast

out my real skein knee rod strategically fast

lest cognitive disruptions eviscerated and gassed

ma Magnus opus complete at last

this vigilant buoy avoided negligence past

pier sing point of no return

from lost epic ode in the vast

in the cyber sea, which in

discriminate medium i.e. the Internet

unable to retrieve storied poem,

ah so very pleasing

to this author, who evinced jet

spray sank titty of his coveted

salutary rhyming missive,

where no effort did let

this scrivener access his excel lent outlook

per purr chance to met

tulle with idea to maximize efficiency,

that comprise the ether net

all to show for blood, sweat,

and tears equals peevish pet

prior to the psychic pang, 

where posse sub bull

pinky of right hand did upset

sum total ova mein human motions,

whenever completing a task –

so that ma obit

will codify such adroitness

reining in mutinous actions that pit

eye sum metric distraction, dilation,

and digression where temptation to quit

conspires against magnificent modus operandi,

which profound doth lightly sit

upon the nook and cranny of mind scapes

raw revelations. the faintest twit

tar ring sans sporting hide and seek,

which endeavor to tag illusory crux to whit

jarred loose from tentative and figurative grasp

piquing consciousness with an ache 

thence, coalescence of purportedly recognized idea 

encapsulated within un break

an accidental press

of the macbook keyboard witnesses

with a soundless poof –

that literary edifice this mind to make

concentrated effort vanishes without a trace,

whence this chap didst quake

scrambling like a madman

with wreck less indifference

to avail thine body, mind and spirit,

qua the fickle fingers of fate to rake

over hot coals for agonizing loss of mental effort

lost in cyberspace slake

the byte size gremlins, which thrive on take

king away prideful lettered product torturing,

no matter whether a wake

of as sleep

agitation kept alive by utter auxiliary frustration

viz grandiose poem will need to be reap

pea ted lee culled back from traitorous memory –

that cannot recall even a peep,

per dynamic, heraldic,

and logistic, rhythmic and terrific

verse a tile burst of juices that did leap

unstoppable from thy inner bowels of exposition, 

which grievous loss found me in Uriah heap

no telltale shred to show for satisfactory ode,

that did bubble forth from deep

within thine noggin,

which goo gulled alphabetic polished scrimshaw

found redemption to creep

inside thee fifty seven shades of gray matter

as contemplation Shaw sank

an uber core sample to be communicated

without any truck yule lent beep.

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matthew scott

harris

2 highland manor drive

apartment ***

schwenksville, pennsylvania

19473

usa