Silence Out of the silence, there is always noise Full in all its glory, Loud, thunderous and strong. clouding to the mind, we live in it nonetheless and yet, out of the noise there is always silence for without silence, what noise would there be to define?
I have placed the poems I have written into a blog format, for lack of anything better. You can sort them by category, or by date (anything older than May 2011 is under May 2011 because that's when I did the transfer). If you want to view all the poems, I recommend downloading the word document below.