Enters the smoke of horror
Talking stops shooting
Silence demonises metaphoring
Fire scavenges at the bottom
You don't want to smoke, Unsmoken?
Time bypassing who computes with the clouds
Bye passing time where are you going now
Practice makes Perfect.
Sweet art of mine
The performance is on
Long time ago
The music stopped playing
They are all talking
Silence is struggling
Struggling for a voice
Finds him lying,Talking
Lying dead in the noise
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I like the half finished sentence structure... however i am not sure I understand the poem well enough... I think you need to also try to connect to your audience and get them to understand a coherent message from your writing... I get it that these are your thoughts and they will always remain that... but the fact remains that if its on a blog then people who read it also need to understand it...
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