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- Forgetting Silence
  
  Posted at 10:24 pm by a quiet man, on February 7, 2023
  Sitting frozen
  
  only my fingertips move
  
  gliding across the keyboard,
  
  wanting letters to combine,
  
  trying to feel the words,
  
  and yet,
  
  there is a silence,
  
  a despair,
  
  there seems some blockage,
  
  can’t shake this melancholy,
  
  only listen to music,
  
  I chose the sad tunes,
  
  trying somehow to wade through the mirth,
  
  my own misgivings
  
  all wrapped into a Saturday night,
  
  watching old television,
  
  wishing I’d gone skiing,
  
  wondering when I will again.
  
  All these habits when happening,
  
  raise my frame of mind,
  
  so I’m not talking in phrases,
  
  rather experiencing life.
  
  For the moment though,
  
  I’ll continue to forego
  
  any thought of coming back
  
  again.
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- I Felt You Tonight
  
  Posted at 10:16 pm by a quiet man, on February 7, 2023
  I thought it might be different
  
  years of hope
  
  a desire to find peace,
  
  I felt like it might
  
  work if we saw each other,
  
  reminding ourselves of the truth.
  
  Yet I couldn’t ask for that,
  
  even though I do
  
  with my entirety of life.
  
  I couldn’t escape my disappointment
  
  with letting my feelings
  
  take over these moments,
  
  and leave me with thoughts that only tangle
  
  my psyche.
  
  I wanted to hold you in my arms,
  
  if only for a moment,
  
  to feel your touch,
  
  the softness of your breath.
  
  I wanted to feel your lips on my own,
  
  the forbidden passions
  
  does not go away anytime soon,
  
  it’s been years, I know.
  
  As I drove home,
  
  I could feel your neighborhood,
  
  the moments we knew
  
  haven’t yet faded,
  
  only the memory remains.
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- Sometimes
  
  Posted at 10:07 pm by a quiet man, on February 7, 2023
  Sometimes the pain is so deep
  
  I can’t breathe,
  
  I want to crawl into
  
  the darkest corner,
  
  just escape,
  
  somehow not feel
  
  this vacant state of mind.
  
  Seems nothing wants to fill my mood,
  
  except decades of indecision,
  
  always wanting,
  
  never giving
  
  and the realization is so painful.
  
  I know what love is,
  
  I’ve felt it,
  
  and watched it go away.
  
  Seems when in this state of mind,
  
  takes forever to feel love again.
  
  Maybe that is necessary
  
  to appreciate truth again,
  
  for it is something,
  
  I so desperately need.
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- I Have Tears In My Eyes
  
  Posted at 10:01 pm by a quiet man, on February 7, 2023
  I can’t stop crying tonight,
  
  I just thought,
  
  somehow I believed
  
  and it all left me alone.
  
  It’s so easy to fall apart,
  
  when its magic,
  
  seems to depart
  
  our everyday lives.
  
  I have tears in my eyes,
  
  as I think about the pain,
  
  seems leaves me in a trance,
  
  I can’t even maintain
  
  a sense of being,
  
  a purpose to my life.
  
  I seem to realize
  
  nobody really cares,
  
  aren’t we all kind of selfish,
  
  and then it happens
  
  I’m alone again.
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- Stepping Outside My Comfort Zone
  
  Posted at 4:21 pm by a quiet man, on February 7, 2023
  I took a risk last night,
  
  let my emotions fly,
  
  my feelings of love and abandon
  
  spoke so clearly
  
  I couldn’t stop
  
  only build one moment
  
  upon another,
  
  releasing years of hope,
  
  years of a want
  
  years of self-disclosure.
  
  ~
  
  I’m in my next day,
  
  you know when yesterday
  
  seems a distant memory
  
  and today is what is left.
  
  We walk and talk and romaticize
  
  and yet
  
  we wake again,
  
  and the story continues.
  
  ~
  
  I walked inside a dream last night
  
  it felt soothing and warm and safe.
  
  I woke today wondering,
  
  if my imagination had gotten away.
  
  I breathe slowly now
  
  wishing only a peace,
  
  that comfort I once knew
  
  and always believe is in place.
  
  ~
  
  If in the quiet of a sweet morning,
  
  can we embrace the beauty of love.
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- “Add Friend”
  
  Posted at 7:38 pm by a quiet man, on February 5, 2023
  When it has meaning
  
  a passion is revealing
  
  maybe she’s teasing.
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- That Letter
  
  Posted at 7:03 pm by a quiet man, on February 5, 2023
  I want to write you
  
  of course I do,
  
  every day I’d like to share
  
  my state of mind,
  
  but I’m more hesitant now,
  
  its aging consequence
  
  prevents the freedom
  
  we once allowed ourselves.
  
  I sit and stew,
  
  think about my night,
  
  what should I write,
  
  why do I spend all of my time
  
  trying to justify my love
  
  when it’s all in vain,
  
  the magic disappeared,
  
  but somehow deep inside,
  
  I can still feel it.
  
  So I write the letters
  
  and I look for you,
  
  hoping someway I might know.
  
  And I wonder
  
  do they all sound the same,
  
  am I that predictable,
  
  or does each letter contain a nugget,
  
  some reason to go further,
  
  explore what’s new
  
  in the state of mind
  
  of the writer,
  
  and how close to the reader
  
  can I become tonight.
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- I Know You Are Here
  
  Posted at 6:37 pm by a quiet man, on February 5, 2023
  I can feel you,
  
  in my bones,
  
  my heartaches,
  
  I imagine you where you are,
  
  and I am where I am,
  
  and together
  
  we seem to know the other,
  
  what might be on
  
  each other’s mind.
  
  See that’s a thing about love,
  
  always the mystery,
  
  yet somewhere tucked away,
  
  there’s this imagination,
  
  waiting to explore options
  
  each other,
  
  waiting to recognize
  
  we’re not alone,
  
  the two of us.
  
  Miles away yet right next to each other.
  
  I can feel you in my bones.
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- Full Moon Sagas and Thoughts
  
  Posted at 10:06 am by a quiet man, on February 5, 2023
  The letter is written
  
  every month,
  
  a reminder of a time,
  
  a quiet escapade
  
  when fantasy did speak
  
  aloud to all of us that
  
  will listen
  
  on a night when the sky
  
  illuminates the beauty
  
  of such a romantic light.
  
  One where dreams and magic
  
  always play out,
  
  so difficult to look upon
  
  without wonders welcomed.
  
  Our lives
  
  contain so many parallels,
  
  all of us looking the same,
  
  seeing together
  
  a gracious wander
  
  allows us to realize
  
  how simple our lives can be
  
  in the hollow radiance
  
  of tonight’s snow moon.
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- And When I Die
  
  Posted at 7:29 pm by a quiet man, on February 2, 2023
  The songs will remain,
  
  written for the two of us,
  
  each melody,
  
  the early recordings,
  
  those moments in song,
  
  when we felt each other
  
  fail and succeed.
  
  When we knew love,
  
  when we lost our way.
  
  When I die,
  
  I’ll know the same as I do
  
  today in a dream,
  
  everything stays the same,
  
  my love will never change.
  
  My only hope we might
  
  hold each other again,
  
  in a soft rain,
  
  a fresh snow,
  
  the heat of a sultry summer day,
  
  when the bloom of spring is upon us all.
  
  For it is only then I will know
  
  the same travails I feel today,
  
  always remain.
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