Quiet Riot A minor rush.The smallest push. I’m still standing -I’m still here,carrying things you will never know of … it’s for the best. Me. The quietest riot. (c) 2008. About these ads Rate this:Share this postShareFacebookStumbleUponTwitterPinterestGoogleRedditEmailTumblrLinkedInLike this:Like Loading... Related 19 Comments Keeping it bottled eh? It’ll come soon enuff. LikeLike Oh, I have no doubt it’ll come, it just seems to be taking a while! Thanks for commenting. LikeLike is it? for the best? we all carry burdens. be strong. lots of love. Luna LikeLike I think, at the time, it was for the best. Quietly building up strength until it can be unleashed. Thank you for visiting, I appreciate it. LikeLike the quietest riot, wow. love the way you send your message! LikeLike yeah, don’t give up, strength is all we need :P LikeLike Good poem, I interpret it as carrying burdens that we can’t share with others. Very interesting LikeLike The quietest riot… I love all that this phrase conjures. LikeLike think i know exactly where your coming from and one day we will all find our voices ….thank you for sharing LikeLike Carrying a burden that is too large to share is also a burden too large to carry alone. The quietest riot–awesome. LikeLike “Carrying a burden that is too large to share is also a burden too large to carry alone.” Sums it up perfectly, thanks for reading! LikeLike neat. I dig this. cool. LikeLike Thank you. LikeLike Powerful and haunting poem I love it! Sometimes we have to keep things in but usually it eats us up alive LikeLike Thanks for reading :) LikeLike that’s a brilliant hook, “The quietest riot”. LikeLike I enjoyed this. LikeLike Yeah, we all know that carrying stuff inside for too long has consequences, but personally I like the fuck you tone of the piece. “I’m still standing, I’m still here, carrying things you will never know of”. Quiet and powerful. Thanks very much for sharing it. LikeLike nice potluck mine was here http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/06/19/poem-smeared/ LikeLike Send me love. Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.