This is a bit of an old one which I've been saving for a rainy day, I've just touched it up a little but I've tried as far as possible to keep in it's raw state. There has also been a title change but since you didn't know what it was gonna be before I'm not going to spoil it.

There is however an alteria (sp?) motive for posting this poem as well as the fact that I'd like to share it with you all. Recently there has been a dramatic decrease in the number of replies in Teen #5 and although I speak for myself, I am sure other older members would agree that it is because the culture of replying to other peoples poetry has not been carried on by new and old members. So here I ask you if it would be possible for each of us to reply to at least three peoples poetry before we post our own poetry. Anyway I better post the poem before I'm gagged by the mods   

~ The Silence is so beautiful ~

A sense of betrayal from that which was not mine,
on a night of depressing thought strangling silence,
in drunken haze with a myriad of broken dreams,
lies infiltrate the darkness, penetrating deep,
old paranoia’s resume tunneling,
with drunken debauchery and searing pain,
driving thoughts of anger and bitterness,
deep in to black holes of the heartland,
culminating in gentle slumber amongst the fallen,
as the rivers of pain flow freely,
burning the gentle earth with raging fires,
and pity befalls me as the blades rise to meet me,
and the dreams fall away and the tears turn to rain.

Note: the referance to blades in line 12 refers to blades of grass and not to any bladed weapons.

See this through and leave my friend, the tears will come and I will end.

If I may explain about the first two lines, it's sort of deliberate, half mean't to be drunken ranting, half meant to be cumbersome and uneasy to read, I want the reader to have trouble with it, I was kind of considering putting commas in at every other word but It seemed a little too excessive and instead I decided on lumbering sentences. Thank you for the reply it is much appreciated

If you see this message I have just replied to your poem. I have poems as well *hint*

::Most people never listen::
Ernest Hemingway

I really enjoyed the read

And there stood Aechercnian silent and calm listening to the trees.

bravo i luv the dark imagery!!! great job zu, can't wait 2 see more!

~If u luv something, let it go,if it comes back 2 u, its urs, if it doesnt, it never wuz..~DMX

wow! youre getting darker then i am!!!!
this is truly awesome andy...you did an extremly good jobon the imagery...totaly blew me away with the whole entire piece. for you and this poem...and into the library it shall go!

....now where's my huggle?

Zombie

Torn are her limbs
By quiet hands that
Tug life(color) out of her.
Gnawing edges round
Into a broken(satisfying)
Shadow