Be quiet.

Quiet cleverness was her claim, a quiet shut  up too her non  quiet shame.

A person who knew there was no same, no blame, no other the same. 

Be quiet anger, be silence... abstract thoughts. 

Why is it we are two busy feeling worthless to get any act together.

Have to have an orgasm to feel half alive, even though it's referred to as a small death. 

Oh the contradictions of the life lead. 

The damage to the head, the painful things heard and said.
 
Hush now insincere insecurities, you no longer have any power over me. 

Shh now, old drag downs past frowns, let downs, spiteful hounds, painful, don't poke the stick. 

Know when you are stuck, in a great big rut, and sick of it. 

When the go, go now, cannot be gagged. 

Unfortunately no time, just overwhelmingly truly sad to be had, no cleverness can make up for this. 

Looking for.... what can't be found on the journey.

Or in the journal ... created on the behalf of the damned. 

They will show you no mercy when you are bleeding, clotting or give  you any grace's due to personal circumstances. 

It's truly tough out there, wishing you all the best happiness in the tornado of emotions of existence. 

That's the least I can do. 

I would like to be able to do much much more for you. 

In simple terms, bless you. 

With only what you can handle. 

With only the people who want to behold you. 

With a knowledge of the charismatic you.

And the possibilities within the noisy meows of your uncertainty. 

There is a place for thee. 
There is a reason for thou. 
There shall be thine. 
There is a glitch and gift amongst time. 

It shall surround you, whirl around your own, neighborhood home. 

The main importance of being, freedom of speech. 

When you have so much planed that goes up into space flames. 

Who knows what's best when I don't know. 

No one. I tell thee so.

I pleaded thee, there's no one quite like thee. 

With your soul and sympathy. 

Being gone is not the best, being strong is overrated, overridden and sometimes an ordeal overtaken by the extraordinary sands of the years. 

All the, who really cares. 

Quite unnerving the shaking of hands. 

Quietly calm down as often as I can. 

Problems will always be risen, callously  rise up  against any ambition.
 
Hush, hush,  quiet now, can you knot feel my hug. 

Snug as a bug in a rug. 
Sleep sleep. 
Tucked up in the blanket of my undefined injuring  love. 

Why is there so little comfort just comply out there. 

Quiet or they will silence you. 

If you have been treated like crap don't make it, again and again,, and ageing. 

Certainly that's not what you invisionned for the now or then,the  emotional cage, or pen.

They will show you no mercy even if they have walked in your shoes, know what it's like to feel abused, have the blue's. 

No questions are answered. 
Not to satisfaction anyway. 

Not enough to make it fade  away. 

Labour of the opening things too far, the  gapping jagged scar. 

Be  quick and very quiet  shyness, duress, dryness, abstinence .

Quietly routine ing  away. 
Quietly rotting away. 
Quietly forbidden from dismay. 

A quiet smile from the hearts of yesterday.