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  Dec 2014 silas
Tony Scallo
Into
a body
 of water
  we fall
                                                            ­                                      Much
                                                            ­                                   b i g g e r
                                                                ­                               than our
                                                             ­                                      own
                                        We
                                      fall in
                                   all shapes
                                    and sizes                        And
                                ­       carry                         with us
      The                                                     ­   ideas that are
    fused                                                    ­    together and
  make up                                                        what we
   are on a                                                           grand­
    scheme                          Of                          ­  
                                        things,
              ­                      we splatter
                                     and splash
                                      spreading
                                          what                                                  We
                                                              ­                                     carry
                                                           ­                                    to become
                   One                                    ­                                    within
              the bigger                                                           ­          body
          that we make                             Up
               what we                               were a
                  part                               of all along,
                                                          ­  we are
                                                             dro­ps
                              We
                           fall for                                                            An­
                        eternity it                                                        feels
 ­                      until finally                                                  we're at
                         the place                                                  we call home
                                                            ­                              in our ocean
                                                           ­                                   at peace
__________________­
             To become one within what we've been a part of all along
Read from left to right
silas Dec 2014
what would it be like
to feel the very flesh of another
against your own
their lips warm and pressing
eyes closed, hearts as one?
those who feel deaf, perpetual loneliness
can never know, will never.
seeming like you've received everything
you've ever wanted,
only having the opportunity
to share that sentiment
with another

s.b.//
publishing a lot of works this week
silas Dec 2014
i wish i could look at myself in the mirror again
without seeing guilt
regret
sorrow

all of the things you could take away,
at least for a little while.

i miss you
dead inside
silas Oct 2014
caressing warmth
godly comfort
self security ;
what you never failed to supply me overwhelmingly with.

tormenting panic
constant worry
plaguing stress ;
all i had to give back to you.

s.b.//
i still love you as much
as if it's worth anything
silas Sep 2014
so i've known you for well over a month now
and i still love you as much
as i did before, if not more.
i really love you.
your ex-bestfriend told me some stories
about you taking things too far
"like you always do"
and i'm not sure if i should believe that
i suppose denial is a stage of loving someone as much as i do you,
because what's good for both of us?
it feels like you do just fine,
going without talking to me
and i can't breathe,
i miss you,
i miss you,
i miss you,
every **** second of the minute,
every minute of the hour,
every hour of the day,
every day of the week.
but you know what?
i don't know what to do anymore.
what is there to do?
out of simple fear of being alone.
i remember waking up that morning
and talking to you,
almost being late to life
but you know
it was worth it
i didn't feel like i was being shoved into a hole
and i'm so grateful that conversation happened,
you know?
otherwise, i would have killed myself
a long time ago.
look,
i'm not letting go anytime soon
i'm tired of this routine
me falling in love,
me getting attached,
me being left, me being heartbroken.
it runs you down,
and i'm so sick of it.
i'm not sure if you realise
but you mean literally everything to me
and as time goes by,
you'll still be the only one on my mind

s.b.//
im so sorry i haven't been writing lately. ive been feeling a little down and problematic, so i try not to spread it

stupid notes
silas Aug 2014
i still remember
your intoxicating scent
masked coldly in the mist of regret

i still remember
your alluring eyes
charred red, like the dying sunset

seven months
and i still can't forget

maybe having my heart broken by you
wouldn't be so bad
i just wish i could reset

s.b.//
i unintentionally made this one rhyme
silas Aug 2014
behind the locked door
in a steamy cloud of mist
i drag my finger down the mirror
writing your name
over and over
inconsistent, misshaped words
humidity conquering my breath,
making it feel impossible to respire
yet i do nothing to help myself

maybe i'll die in here.

in that moment
i felt nothing
only
utterly
pathetic

s.b.//
a poem written out of pain
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