the glass

a glass on the table
filled with anger
chilled with hatred
stood tall with irritation
accompanied by resentment
lined with dark tablecloth
surrounded with red candles

i sit still
looking at you
contemplating
and slowly the bitterness leaked
through a hidden crack on the bottom
but the red color still intact
proving me right on everything i said

like the glass
my heart is now empty
yet still connecting you and me

silence

i used to long for silence
noises hurt my thoughts
for my fingers wont dance gracefully on the keyboard

i wanted some time alone
just me and the dark sky
listening to my own mind

i wished there was only me and the sea
with the waves as friends
and the white sand as family

how would i know
when He gave me all that
the silence is not sustaining
the silence is the one deafening