Torture Me With Silence

Hello again everyone. It's that time again. Back with another poem. And it feels good to get another one written. It seems like inspiration has been hard to come by as of late. But thankfully, I got inspired today. I had two different ideas that I typed up as fragments in the memo app on my cell phone. And I had the feeling that I was onto something, but i just didn't know what. So when I got home, I had been listening to a song over and over, because it put me in a good mood. The song actually has nothing to do with the subject matter of the poem, but it kept my mood going and helped keep my spirits up. So it was good writing fuel. As for this particular piece, it's called "Torture Me With Silence." And it's partially based on a situation that I am currently in. As always, I took some poetic license and pushed things to another level. But it does stem from a very real place. And the poem boils down to that feeling we've all felt, where you want to hear from one person in particular, but due to circumstances, you don't. And the silence between the two of you feels like torture. So the poem is written from the perspective of a guy who is confessing to a woman that being left in limbo by her is a form of agony, but there is also a small part of him that likes it. But in the end, he only wants to be with her, despite everyone around him telling him that he deserves more than what he has gotten. But anyways, I'll stop rambling now, and let you read it. And thanks in advance for reading this. It means more than you will ever know. And as always, feel free to leave your thoughts in the comment section below.

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"Torture Me With Silence"
2014

The surest form of torture
Is this silence we have shared
For once I've had a taste of you
It can never be compared
To other flavors of the present
Or the aftertastes of past
Proving that there can be a first
But it's strongest taste that lasts
And while I've yet to sample what
I believe will be divine
It hasn't stopped you from lingering
In the corners of my mind
There's a rumor making rounds
I don't know if you've heard
It says you torture me with silence
No, you don't have to say a word
And they claim we've been together
In every way but death
But they still don't know I'd die
Just to finally feel your breath
Girl, your words have been the coal
Inside this imagination's flame
So if there are bridges being burned
Then you surely are to blame
'Cause you may be the thing I want
But there's something that I need
Since there's a masochistic streak
That I just have to feed
So when you're ignoring me
And you're playing hard to get
You should know it's killing me
That I haven't had you yet
And there's a rumor making rounds
I don't know if you've heard
It says you torture me with silence
No, you don't have to say a word
And they claim we've been together
In every way but death
But they still don't know I'd die
Just to finally feel your breath
But another form of torture
That I've discovered, dear
Is enduring the advice
That I have had to hear
They say that I'm too good
Or that you're no good for me
And that I am in a place
That only the truest fool would be
But they will never understand
How good this nothing feels
When I've been numb for years
Beneath a wound that never heals
And there's a rumor making rounds
I don't know if you've heard
It says you torture me with silence
No, you don't have to say a word
And they claim we've been together
In every way but death
But they still don't know I'd die
Just to finally feel your breath
See, anticipation often breeds
Excitement in the mind
And after years of digging deep
There's finally something new to find
And it's the hope you've placed
Right beneath my lust
So as bridges turned to ash
I chose to gladly sift through dust
And as I start to kick it up
I expect you to decide
If there's a part of me
That you would like to feel inside
Then you can take me to the mountaintop
And push me past the peak
'Cause the sounds that we will make
Will replace the need to speak
And I promise that this silence
Will show me many things to learn
So as I beg you not to stop
The world will finish out it's turn
Whether it's hiding from the sun
Or passing judgment from the shade
I know I'm only wanting you
Inside this empty bed I've made
And there's a rumor making rounds
I don't know if you've heard
It says you torture me with silence
No, you don't have to say a word
And they claim we've been together
In every way but death
But they still don't know I'd die
Just to finally feel your breath
Darling, can you say my name
I want to feel it on my skin
'Cause you will never put me out
After the day you let me in
And when all is said and done
I believe you will enjoy
All I've said and done
After my doubts have been destroyed
So no matter what they say
You have nothing left to fear
'Cause the masochist in me
Is still smiling ear to ear
Since your few words have been the coal
In this imagination's flame
And the bridges burning bright
Finally have a soul to blame
And may that smoke become a sign
That I am calling out to you
Waiting for you to come around
And to do that thing you do...

The Power Of Your Love

Hello everyone. I know, I know. It's been awhile. And believe me, I've been going a little stir crazy lately, knowing I haven't had the inspiration to write. But just the other day, I was sitting at my desk and was listening to a lot of music. I got on an Incubus kick, and after listening to a bunch of their songs, the words finally began to flow. And I was happy that they did. Hopefully, that shines through in the poem. But as for this poem, "The Power Of Your Love," it's a different type of poem for me. It's basically about a yearning for the love of one person. And feeling that it's their love, and theirs alone, that can make you whole again. Sadly, it's a feeling that I've never actually had in life. But some days, when I'm feeling a little more optimistic, I think it the back of my mind that I will know the feeling one day. Which is, for those who know, quite shocking for me to think, much less say out loud. But at the end of the day, I blame Incubus, lol. Listening to their music, specifically the song "Echo" that put me in such a mood, that I was capable to writing something like this. So I'll stop explaining everything now, and just actually let you read it. Hopefully, you all enjoy it. And thanks in advance for reading this. It means more than you will ever know.

 

"The Power Of Your Love"
2014

Mosaics have been made
From the pieces of the glass
That used to cut our skin
Like memories from the past
And if often made a scene
That we'd rather not relive
But perspective is a gift
That this angle has to give
Looking down from up above
Like the vision of the gods
If there's a chance to find some love
Then it's time I played the odds
Instead of living in my head
Where the fear rules the countryside
For there's something to be said
By the things I've been denied
Girl, I want to be the monument
And the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
They say moths are drawn to flames
Like children are to games
But only one choice is prone to burn
Is what I had to learn
But I'm willing to be the moth
If that spark inside your eyes
Stays burning brightly through the night
As we remove each piece of cloth
Darling, can I propose a toast
To the joy inside your smile
Because I feel inclined to boast
Despite it having been awhile
Since I ever felt like this
Or really felt at all
I'm here slipping from my stance
And for once I want to fall
'Cause I want to be the monument
And the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
Girl, I can tightly close my eyes
And watch the colors draw your face
And though the image is beautiful
The real thing can never be replaced
And I'll confess inside my mind
I've had you several different ways
And the sounds that you have made
Have brightened more than days
And you can tell your friends
Until they are amazed
But here inside my mind
I've turned far more than a phrase
But for all the ways I've took you
For granted's not for one
Because you are my everything
When all is said and done
And I still want to be the monument
Oh, the testament in there of
So come and let me be the proof
To the power of your love
If you can take this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
Then you can make a shining crown
Here on top your head today
What's a crown without a throne?
Just a chair inside a home?
Or is it simply just a place,
That the weary can rest each bone?
Dear, the thing I'm getting at
Is simple when you think
'Cause perception's powerful
When used between each blink
So while I may think the least of me
I am blessed that you do not
Because it seems you're loving me
With every single thing you've got
And you give yourself to me
And it's done in such a way
That now I can only think
There's a king beside you here today
But while I can write these words
it's hard to make them real
And I want to shower you with praise
Just to show you how I feel
And I want to be the man
I've been inside my mind
But the drive to make him real
Has been so very hard to find
When solitude has been
What's fit me well for years
And looking deep within
Was reaching into a well of fears
To drink the darkened brew
That was rising up inside
And watered metaphoric vines
To help my conversations hide
The level of bitterness
That was filling up my soul
And causing me to hate any thing
Over which I had no control
But as I look into that well
It's getting harder to recognize
The man I see staring back
Because he found himself a prize
And he's looking down from up above
With the vision of the gods
'Cause there was a chance to find some love
And he finally played the odds
Instead of living in his head
Where the fear ruled the countryside
But now he's heard the something to be said
By the things he was denied
And he is the monument
And the testament in there of
The living, literal proof
To the power of your love
'Cause you took this broken man
From the pieces where he'd lay
And made this shining crown
Here on top his head today