silence
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He hits and screams,
It's never his fault,
They never see much proof that he caused any harm,
When a new bottle of whiskey is brought into sight,
You start to shake inside,
You make a library sound like a city,
You're right at home in the deafening silence
I drive through the night, looking for you swiftly
You're a ivory tower in darkness, beautiful and reliant
Tongue trips my words.
Brain reconsiders the words after they fall.
Sound pulls them back to the depths, and they are not heard.
The words I wanted to speak worked hard to get to the tip of my tongue.
The deafening roar of silence
when silence leaves me deaf
I shall cover up with music
Music is my escape
Its the place i feel safe
Silence is deafening
The sound of empty souls
The quiet darkness cutting undesirable thoughts
The sound of a lullaby full of fraught
Silence in the darkness
The sound of empty words
You are right
And I’m wrong
Like a bad song
I keep my lips tight
And my face as long
As I can all year long.
El eterno silencio
Es la muerte
A menudo decimos bajo este cielo
Donde los enemigos están en todas partes
Incluso entre matones y tontos
L'eterno silenzio
È la morte
Diciamo spesso sotto questo cielo
Dove i nemici sono ovunque
Anche tra teppisti e sciocchi
Hands on, hands off.
Hold your breath until darkness closes over and your heart gives out.
Resist temptation for the ones around you, so you breathe again.
Every day is like yesterday.
I wish to go to the valley of white stones
overturn a few with the tip of my shoe
browse the sandy shores bordered by sandy sea
Endless light bent over expansive quiet
This land of sand and stone, of silent reverie
it is time again to be
grappling at being free
again I must be coming down
the path in which I wear the crown
for with it comes, the waves of pain
they've come to haunt me once again
she left me in a meadow
and as i could not stand the silence
i ran
past the ancient groves
the secret place of lovers past
but as i was not welcome there
i ran more quickly past
When I was little
I ensured everyone I had the loudest scream
One that would shake the world
I could feel it brewing up inside me
Begging for an escape
But I wouldn't
Don't forget the real world,
the places you met yourself,
where those fragile moments of peace
welcomed you with open arms
to share the silence.
My heart speaks a language
no one understands.
It's dying to speak.
But it's already dead.
Disrespect at an all time high, I hate myself for loving you the way I do.
Periodically ghosted and ignored as if I don't matter to you.
Your word means nothing, empty promises the norm.
I don't want your love songs
I don't want your melody tastes
Everything was a lie and now there's no music
Only silence and emptiness
I confessed to you one morning
Long after the sun had gone down
You are the wind
which batters the trees
hitting harder and harder
while I fall with ease
You are the thunder
which shatters the silence
screaming louder and louder
destroyed my defense
You are the wind
which batters the trees
hitting harder and harder
while I fall with ease
You are the thunder
which shatters the silence
screaming louder and louder
destroyed my defense
Ch'an music II
Drink in a whilethe image ofan unfilled teacup.
Enter that spaceflawless, open,enclosed by porcelain walls.
You were silent
And I was arrogant,
Screaming for the attention I neither
needed nor deserved.
Your notebooks were filled
The Snowy Hollow
Trees reach up
Like long slender hands
Over the stillness.
All is hushed
There is no need for
Words.
Behind closed doors she hides herself
and what she has become,
the cuts, the bruises,
the angry words said -
that should never be undone.
But luckily she lives and so forgives "Him"
Everybody wants to talk to me
Everybody wants to know about the secrets that i bottle
The thoughts I keep to myself
Still nobody is ready to know the truth
Close all the doors to the outside
Never let anyone in
Trap all the pain inside
Hold it there, take it to my grave.
Sometimes I find the time to go too fast,
And the sounds of the world to be too loud,
But when I think back to times past,
There must have been a moment where there was no sound.
Less than a second,
Words
Words
Words
Words
They never get through,
we've try to speak our pain
but it doesn't matter to you
Words
Words
Surrounded by natural beauty, God’s greatest creation…
In the absence of urban ruckus and cacophony…
Crickets lull us to sleep, whippoorwills herald the dawn
Forgiven
not forgotten
hard work
for what I’ve gotten
knocked down
kept on knockin’
fell down
kept on walkin’
Shut down
kept on talkin’
don’t give up
Funny things are only funny when we have time to laugh,
To sing on about jolly nonsense until reality gives us a bath.
The tough thing about the rules of funny is that it must begin in pain.
The snow gives wind a body
As it drifts above the earth.
For a moment, soaring free
Before descending to its hearth.
How strange to notice the air
Become a corpse void of breath,
“It’s not rape if you like it”
a sentence created from arrogance
”it’s not rape if you like it”
a sentence formed by the uneducated
“it’s not rape if you like it”
do you mean arousal non-concordance
They sit by the window watching the snowflakes land on the large pile which was once luscious, green grass.
That heavy cigarette scent, intertwined with his cologne, lingered in the little space between us.
When I was a kid
My opinion meant very little to others
I was told that silence is better than to be heard
This became a problem for me
Because society constantly made me out to be the enemy
There was once a time I could look at your face,
let myself stand there, when I knew what you did
I was silent then,
And then I wasn't, not anymore
And when I opened my mouth you asked me,
Silence is my enemy
A true and worthy foe.
It reminds me of my pain,
And throws away my hope.
It enlists its deadly ally,
Silence is the real menace
Cause it will weaponize our fear
And one day turn back around
To when my friends were all here
Billy went to fight in the war
And didn’t return the same
When I sit in silence,
I close my eyes.
What's that noise from afar?
I need to change the oil in my car.
Wait. Pause. Breathe. Breathe…….
A tight emptiness in my throat
A quick consideration of options but endlessly told to say nothing
Youth does not hide the terror in trying or the knife swallowed as i do nothing
You can't find the words to say
Over and over again
You scribble on a blank page
Begging the words to come
But they never do
The ink in your pen goes dry
You sit in an ocean of paper
If silence could kill...
The feeling of emptiness...
The pain of reverence...
That never-ending wait...
That unfelt bait...
I could live with an unspoken lie...
Great writers
Sit in silence
When they work,
And I
Am anything but.
Silence is madness.
He is the killer
I become absent minded of the speed
Creeping on the clouds
They pour on my dome, only to dilate
Central station taught me not to cooperate with plain oceans
Highway tolls speak otherwise
Silence…
It could mean one million different things, or just one
Shoveling your driveway during a chilly winter storm,
The silence grips my heart
Hangs over me like a dark group of clouds just waiting to rain
Don’t speak.
Don’t speak.
I tell myself
"Have you ever wanted something so bad,
that you find yourself mesmerize when she passes beside you,
Be one who sits and smiles,
Who nods to give consent
While others loudly crow
And boastfully invent
-
You've learned a golden truth
Which silence can convey:
"With grace mete out your words,
I am not lonely when I’m alone
For my music soothes my soul
I soak in the silence
Until it overflows
In every pore of my being
She let's down her hair and sighs. Her head hung down. Her heart sunk low as a single tear ran down her face. She couldn't help but wonder When would this nightmare end? When could she truly smile again? Only god could answer her.
The silence in this house just heavy breathing coming from the ones who are asleep. I think over and over the things I’ve done and the things I plan to achieve. The hurt I caused and the hurt I received. Understanding why life is the way it is.
Why can I never find words on my tongue?
They lay curled up in my palms instead,
leaking into the ink of pens or
clutched in fists like painkillers or sleeping pills.
The voice in my head constructed
Silent screams are the worst.
These are the lessons we learn;
sitting quietly is the most brutal form of torture. Violence comes from the silence of our minds.
Here is what we see;
They say a closed mouth doesn’t get fed
As I write these words my stomach feels full
Death is never an easy experience
It comes and goes as it pleases
I think back to the many nights
When I was young
I could not hear
I would stand there and wail
screech like a banshee
Ahhhhhh,for food
Ahhhhhh,for drink
All of a sudden that pencil started screaming at you.
Why aren't you drawing?
Why aren't you writing?
Why aren't you creating
Something to lessen the babble of the world?
Every time now I come home
Her inviting eyes on me from the window.
Vibrations rise from her tiny throat,
calling for my attention, making me feel whole.
She is my greatest friend, who would never
I want to Rest in that Silent Space
Where nothing exists but everything Is;
To be forever in that Loving State
Which accepts all and nurtures all.
Tears set in blood on a child's face,
A child betrayed by older men,
Dissolve with a blush of embarrassed shame,
As five long years of silence begin.
Confused hands tremble in a disoriented state,
I will wait for you here much like a stone
Asleep, but awake when I hear your tone
It is hard to believe I could love this hard
For the rest of my life you will have my heart
Music playing.
Video playing.
People talking.
People shouting.
Birds chirping.
Rain falling.
Wind blowing.
Microwave beeping.
Teacher fussing.
Kids laughing.
Cats meowing.
I'm paralyzed.Stuck in these feelingsstuck in my head.It's too late for treatment,I'm already dead.I'v
In the chthonian cacophony of this
Fast-paced world,
that never stops, never halts
Always turns, always runs,
Coffee drinking, Not really thinking
I'm stuck,I don't know which path to take,They tell me it's all wrong,But it seems perfectly okay.
To the little boy in a grown man's body:
no
stop
i don't want you there
your hands in my hair
they're cold and unwelcome
my soul has a tear
caress my cheek with ice on your thumb
silence is golden, says everyone
yet they never are.
silence is a space of quiet,
air that is not full.
silence is a person,
who is honored yet never speaks.
silence is a powerful wind
Silence is not a sin
It can be very difficult to hold within
Lived by nature, what a beautiful bliss
Noise occur then we wonder what we miss
Sounds may be obnoxious
i sat through the rain.
and everytime i saw shelter i ran.
how could i live without the rain?
how could i live without the silence being broken?
rain isn't quiet, i promise.
it has a voice,
Life with No words
did you actually think it didn't hurt
you bottle up everything that you want to blurt
People flounce pass you not noticing
but you, you are not focusing
so kind hearted, so naive
They stare ahead with blank eyes
Like robots, or something more civilized
Not a finger twitches
Not an eye blinks
They stare ahead with blank eyes
To my 18-year-old self,
I know you are scared
Because it took you forever
To admit to yourself
That you might be gay.
I know you’re confused
Because you’ve liked boys before, too
I cry in the middle of the night when you're sleepMy face wet with lonely, misunderstood, broken tearsAlthough you don't get the one you fell in love withyou don't get me deep insideI do express myself thoroughly you just don't understand my expre
Invisibility comes with secrets
Kept hidden away from publicity
They cannot be exposed, because of bets
That friends will see it with simplicity
There is a time at night
When the world has gone quiet
Not a single sound is made
And you are overwhelmed by it
You gave me a starry night and an empty journal
And said write down your beautiful thoughts.
Shoot them across the universe.
Plaster your words onto someone’s heart,
It will adhere to another’s.
Screaming Silence.
Filled with every word not spoken
Every Emotion never touched
How do you console a broken heart?
Or a broken soul?
What magic can you say
To take that pain away?
It has almost been six years since we last talked.
Time sure does fly, I still remember the day mine and your life changed forever
As if it happened yesterday
You lost your ability to move.
Silence-like fame- is transitory,
Idolized yet disregarded,
It's embrace: quite riveting,
Yet it's significance: discarded
for once the silence is ours.
ours to laugh at
ours to keep
ours to cry to
in our sleep
ours to love
and ours to hate
whether we be,
a sinner or saint.
ours to find comfort
Silence is both a friend and an enemy.
It sings out when you are alone, laying over you like a blanket.
Its presence is either comforting or smothering, yet somehow both.
It is the empty gap after a risky action.
The thing that I admired,
That was my role model,
it cradled my cold body,
it tucked me in at night
It still takes care of me sometimes
and makes me forget that-
This Feeling Is Such A Pain.
Sitting can do no justice
to your beautiful voice
(even though it is not really so)
I think people skew things to how they want to hear them
so when we talk I love
the exchange of words to each other
I feel like your choking me when i am around you,
but i breath, because i love you.
I tried to fight my feelings,
but victory was impossible, because i love you.
You come home and slowly close the door,
The smile you had on slowly fades away,
You stand there for a while,
Unable to move,
Unable to breathe,
Suddenly you fall back,
The door supports you,
Smaller and smaller they became
The words on the pages lost to an abyss
Each day weaker and weaker
And the words vanish
But the colors stay
The colors and the sound
The sound and the colors
Why is it
when I want to shout
and scream
and howl
and roar
until my lungs and throat burn
as if I had just breathed out fire that only a mighty dragon could breathe
nobody hears me
Several thoughts circle around my mind sometimes, yes, I'd be lying if I said I was fine.
These thoughts know my mind more than I know myself,
they have made a home between my nerves.
A peaceful place inside the chaos.
Once upon a time, a man fell in love
With a stunning woman under the sea;
They seemed to fit, so when push came to shove
He asked her to be his queen, with much glee.
Sleepless for the reason of no more dreams.
For the reason of not having anything to think about.
For the reason of only having nightmares and why things won't happen anymore.
Happiness is sold to the past.
The sobbing mother cringes
as her baby cries.
She wishes they had warned her
just
how
loud
a deaf child’s screams could be.
the fear came in scraps the size of candy wrappers and
the bits of water balloon you leave on the ground;
it came during an air raid, when the shelter of imagination was no longer
how do you write about silence?
how do you write about sadness?
was the silence broken by crying?
was the sadness broken: did it vanish?
how do you write about defiance?
how do you write about fear?
Loving God,
teach me to be silent,so that I can stay close to youand listen as you speakwithin my heart and through what I see, hear and what men Speak.
Peace
my child,
peace within.
I skipped a rock
the ripples spin.
I seek the truth
I threw the stone,
but still I ponder
Where did it go?
Peace within.
Look at the lake
Grim are the days when
Grass does not whisper
And silent run streams
But no one listens
To know the difference
Silence Among Others
By: Tom
I rarely speak too loudly
For I am as quiet as the breeze
I move among the forest
Speaking only through the trees
The leaves help tell my story
Rise and sing to me my demons. Scream out the songs of anguish that long to be somewhere other than within my head. Bash yours the truest minds against the sepulchers that entomb you and rise.
Do you know how much the silent treatment hurts?
When you put yourself within arms reach,
but you're still out of reach.
Everyday, I see you, hear you,
but you don't seem to see or hear me.
The silence surrounds,
Tick tock,
Tick tock,
I hear the delicate hands move,
Much like my own,
They drift in movement,
My breathing grows light,
I listen for silence,
A floorboard creaks,
January, February were the months of good packing snow,
packing snow on my crippled carcass
in cumbersome coats.
I lay there and let your bitter cover me.
If I could go back and do it all again who would I be?
Would I still be me?
Would I have stood up for that kid,
or would I have just hid?
He needed me
I miss the cloudy days
When the sky was nice and grey,
A sad smile upon my face.
What happened to the rain?
The sky has been to bright,
With the warm sunshine
Glowing upon the smiling faces
What's wrong?
Nothing
Everything
How are you?
Good, thank you.
I'm numb, you?
What ya doin?
Writing
you are stronger than you think;
strong enough to come back from the brink
strong enough to write what i can't say;
strong enough to save someone else's day
you'll always be strong enough
Before even the
Predawn light,
The night wrapped
Around the stars
And blanketed
The trees with
Dark, feathery
Blackness;
There was no
Sound, and
Yet the silence
I shattered silently,
And nobody noticed.
Not that I want anyone to notice,
So why am I writing it out?
Perhaps it is to escape,
And have the pieces elsewhere.
Perhapse it is so I can see each piece,
With every unsaid wordbetween us,a new brick is addedto our wall of silence.
This silence begannaturally as wegrewboth up and apart.
I should be sleeping
But I miss my bed
And someone holding my hand
Wiping away the tears as I try to fall asleep
But instead I'm alone
Lying awake in a home that's not mine
Music is the poetry to my heart.
The melody and the beat are what resonate within me.
When I write my own poetry
Why must I speak?
Whenever I do, conflict ensues.
Words are spat into each other's faces,
False accusations in all places,
As I helplessly watch.
I apologize yet again,
Seas of people crying for help through hushed screams
In our everyday lives, we pass them by
Letting their voices drown under ocean waves
Eliminating their last flicker of hope with our
The notion that one becomes a poet through others to me is strange
I grew from artists composer those with words unnoticed
sometimes you forget the roots of poetry being music
The person who always looks happy
Is the one that gets hurt the most
The person who always care about others
Is the one that gets hurt the most
The person who always works hard
I wonder-have you come to understandwhy the world is silent at nightand what it means to be listeningto the darkness of the sky,to be hoping a star might whisper to youthe secret
Listen to her,
as she plays that melody that I once knew.
That song that I thought was my saving grace,
twisted now to a devils song.
I want it to end,
yet how could it stop,
when for so long
“Shhh” standing quietly, smiling away, the teachers lead us through the jungle of school. Sit down, take out your pencil and learn.
They see soft eyes above a soft smile.
They see a quiet thin body holding a quiet thin person.
They see innocence
And they see obedience.
Some see a smile,
While some see a frown.
It echoes through my mind
and feels glossy, shimmering
as if it were a woodland fairy;
with wings beating up and down in a
steady rhythm, a slow staccato but
Midnight sparks the most marvelous sounds
Music emits through the underground
Insomnia wrecks me like lightning at sea
The singing it bends me like wind breaking trees.
With our telescope we stole looks at the stars,
sliding on pine needles stabbing softly into our backs
but it was the night that stole us.
A bird with no song is one that cannot truly fly
He may soar far above the others on strong, sturdy wings
but his throat is raw with unspoken dreams that weigh him down.
That blinding darkness I often find
in this mind of mine
That screaming silence I dare not break.
What comes from this place, this state of mind
Is pure
Silence.
Not a crash, not a breeze,
Not even the sound of a seagull or the shaking of a coconut tree,
Just a barrier of silence for miles and miles surrounding me.
Peace.
I can finally hear myself think.
How do we know?
Do we truly need something?
Or simply want it?
I want to stay close to my family
But I could live on without them
“There is but one place where humanity coalesces with the purest concentration of earth.
This is in a dimension where blank noise is alive,
Think before you speak,
We've all heard it before.
The wonderful advice we often ignore.
Unaware that words are as sharp as swords,
Cutting into our flesh, the demons we bore.
I stand at their mercy,
I’ve got enough thoughts
to fill books, songs, poems
about confusion, sadness, rage
But if I tried to write them down,
The silent air tonight says more
Than anything I've said before.
It’s filled with the words I cannot speak.
Are you too deaf? Is my voice too weak?
what happens when you have no more words to say?
nothing you can say?
you desperately grapple for something, anything:
weather/food/school/life
so much pointless chatter
filling up the empty space
My own silence most terrifies me
While freedom is my savior
We must close our eyes
Rise above the noise
And speak louder than blockades
I need my voice to say no
I need my voice in highs and lows
Stranded on an island all alone,
No company or friends to call my own
Just sitting in the quiet
Trying just to fight it
But madness comes and goes
In silence.
I need some noise, a song, a sound.
I hate the silence
it is one of the scariest times
because it causes me to be vulnerable
A kind of vulnerable when I have no choice but to be real with myself
knowing when to stand down
being aware of when to shut up
allowing ideas to form without speaking them
all will pay off in the end
Dreams laugh and smile until I'm blue
From lack of sleep and touch
They sing and ask me to stay true-
As if I wasn't such!
But true to dreams and true to me
Are two different paths indeed
Silence.
It’s the thing you can never escape.
It’s the thing that will last forever.
When the computers stop humming,
When the clocks stop ticking,
When the cars stop beeping,
Most might say joy, love, hope, and sleep,
However, I prefer the beauty of silence,
With its daunting tones,
And comfort it brings when I weep,
The dramatic scene fostered by the cut of sirens.
All i need is silence.
My thoughts, my dreams, my ideals. Although loud to me,
creates an existential bubble needed to be..
You.
The rest of the world has a certain appeal,
Silence
dont look to me for an answer
ill give you silence
dont look to me for a solution
ill give you silence
look to me for a hand
and i will give you mine
silence
holding back
we plan for futures that aren’t even guaranteed.
each day, looking forward to what the sunset will look like,
Grandpa bought me a package of makeup;
"Keep quiet about this," he said.
I didn't see any wrongs so i did.
I handed it back when my chest grew heavy.
I caught my brother obsessed with a boy;
The clock.
In the day you may not hear it.
But in the night let this be known.
Any time you may be stuck awake,
It may seem the sound has grown.
They fall like rain drops from the sky
Sliding down the skin while time goes by
They go unnoticed
For she doesn’t make a sound
No one to hold her
As she lets it out
She’s done it for years
I like the quiet,
I hate the noise.
The only noise I like, is the noise that comes from my headphones. I enjoy the quiet,
There are moments when the Silence
Threatens to destroy me.
When the lack of noise is pressing down
And I’m not sure I can breathe.
She saw Him
He saw Her
Both on contacts
with the eye
whatever were the
distractions to be
it was but
a sweet meet
a sweet feast
a joyous joy
Saintly silent waits he,
to have a silent slight glimpse of her again,
he silently misses her milky face,
her big round eyes.
Saintly he waits silent,
for his silent alarm to ring again,
parentheses
parenthetical thoughts never expressed
repressed like sexual urges in children too young to know
what sex is
what an urge is
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I scream
I'm sorry I threaten
I'm sorry it's easier for me to lie and say "I hate you"
It forms at every pauseIt lurks around every cornerIt builds with every secondIt waits for the next momentIt is everythingIt is nothingIt will open doorsIt will slam them shut
The kids are screaming and playing
to the sounds of cars passing by.
An airconditioner hums with an impeciple breath
and the teachers shout the names of the children.
Again.
I try to scream
Nothing
Silence
I try to speak
Yet again nothing
Silence
I wonder what has happened
I am mute to the world
Has someone clipped my vocal cords so as to forever silence
Silence is the enemy,
Never too far away.
Other fears have begun to flee,
Yet it seems to linger and stay.
Why must quiet fill the room
Every time I go to speak?
They would turn a whisper into a shout.
A phrase streching for miles.
I'd tell truth to be revealed
Healing would never come...
The truth sets only those free who confess.
I, of the confession am in bars.
and all the cannibalistic bullets trapped n digging through the fox hole
cant stop me from letting my silence speak to you
cause when words hit you dont hear a sound.
I feel the sylables
Nesting within my breast
Effectively avoiding spillage
Emptied from my clenched lips
Destroying the illusion
Held of prefection
Enclosing the unspoken
Silence is my welcome mat,
It meets me at the door,
Words don't work here.
But I still implore
I hope for answers that never come
My heart is wide open
So much gore to show
City Lights, Valley low
Watching through all the snow
From this highway where I stand
Twinching fingers, aprehensive hand
City Lights, how you glow
Twinkling dots put on a show
My favorite thing is when I am held close-
To your face.
When you hold me and keep me close-
To you.
I am scared of falling.
Shattering and breaking because you could not care enough-
To catch me.
WHO AM I
I am a tree-
standing where I am.
I am the wind-
always there, but never seen.
I am an eagle-
slowly soaring by.
I am looking out for you
and I sometimes wonder why.
The vaguely audible drip-drop of tears onto floor
The sorrow, miserable countenance she wore
The expanding of an internal flame
Who is, I wonder, truly to blame?
She slouched, unevenly sitting
Fearless is the absence of the fear
Fearing less is a message held dear
Bravery or neccessity, the motive unclear
Tongueless or eyeless, his silence impure
A road less tread, a story unread
Silence is deafening when I'm alone
The hum of nothingness's tone
Not a pin drop nor a mouse's scurry
Not a scraching or a tapping to be heard
The sound is frightening,
Like a sentence of torture.
Silence both at peace and war. Wanted and resented, silence consumes the world and all who call it home. For years, all throughout the start of my life, just as most children, I thought silence to be, a stranger of my actions.
i speak for those who have lost their courage to speak
for those whos words run to the tip of their tounges just to retreat back to the back of the throats back to where they came from
There’s a moment.
That moment.
Just one moment that happens so rarely
That when it comes people think it’s nothing
It’s just something that happens
Occasionally.
But it’s more than something.
When you see me, Am I invisible?What am I?
You conversate to me like you know me.But do you know?
Silence is golden.
But talk is cheap.
Does that mean the quiet are rich?
And the social ones weak?
Then why is it that society
Places the price on the head
Of the one with a smile
And an empty head?
Loneliness is illness
A silent danger
If left untreated,
May prove to be fatal
Symptoms include
Wishful thinking, an ache
Somewhere in the thoracic cavity
Quiet is the observer
Motionless in kaleidoscopic torment.
I thought until thought was meaningless.
“Grab the pen! Grab it, you coward!”
A ceaseless voice streams
Through an intravenous drip.
Happy eyes,
Hidden tears.
Smiling laughter,
Suppressed fears.
Innocent words,
Knowing mind.
Light chords,
but deep behind.
Just a joke
to me there's meaning.
To Those Who Cannot Speak –
Let it be known that I hear your voice,
Through the wrinkles in your skin and the quick motions of your hands,
Sound is not the only choice.
My mouth goes dry and my throat closes up
People wonder if I am mute
But the truth is I have nothing to say
I know well enough
That I am not alone
But nevertheless my resolve is to never give up my secret
For if ever I did I would certainly be stoned
Or forced to pack up and leave their home
To show my own soul
I think about suicide all the time,
Even when I don’t, it’s still at the back of my mind,
I try to remember all the time I tried to leave,
I’m aching for this pain to recede,
I’m so tired of feeling worthless,
We are nothing more than people.
We are masses with voices.
Some cry silently and shed not a single tear;
Some are bleeding from their throats,
but all are desperately wishing.
We all desperately need.
The crack of a cackling bullet
Shattered the life and the sanctum of thought
Which held me up, assisted and created me
But left me when I needed it the most
The scream of a dying soul
Sorrow written with the tears tracing your skin,
Desperately shedding the agony left unspoken.
Sorrow that slowly consumes you from within,
Greedily slicing apart the heart that once dreamt.
Silent tears
concealed by a pathetic façade.
Soundless suffering,
weeping.
A voiceless shrill
cloaked by false smiles.
Muted agony,
raw and searing.
A torturous solitude
Silence
Oh Silence,
My hushed homeland hide-out
a gem
rarely unearthed
main supporter when all is wrong
When all words fail
Silence
Silence.
It can be a warm embrace after a world of chaos and pain.
The sudden realization of it all though, of the sheer sound of nothing, now that's different.
When you realize what silence brings.
They both sit in the dark room bathing in silence as the tension starts to build.
Being heard is a lie.
Children get scoulded for asking "why?"
In this nation we are silenced
By the people who are supposed to be our guidence.
We are herded like sheep,
They ask me why I write the words that I do,
What are my intentions?
To be heard
In the seemingly inescapable noise of societies chaos and noise pollution,
They only fester in the silence.
Time is ticking.
We should stop being quiet
Because all they can do is fester in the silence.
The longer they fester, the worse the pain.
Time is ticking.
I don't like it.
Not at all, I don't appreciate this.
This immense hatred, and dislike.
That is all towards me.
Why? I must ask why...
Why am I the target, of all,
Your hatred?
You never hit
Wetness like stripes fall
Drip into regret
You never yelled at me,
Gasping air, the thud of the wall.
Memories are set.
You never lied to me
You hold me close and say, "Don't fret.""It's okay, I will soon forget".I know the words are only in my mind,But somehow this connection we have; it speaks to me.
"You don't know what I say in my mind
Close to my heart"--"get your face out of their behind!"
"You think you're so this and so that
all that pride and ego talking, take a seat"...so she sat
It’s quiet
Dead silence
It’s never this quiet in my house
I don’t like silence
It’s deafening
It makes you sit there on the couch
With the TV turned off
Poetry
The tall, dark and handsome man I long for
His broad shoulders are the frames to the most
beautiful painting
His eyes illuminate in the sky like the stars
Almost as if you could touch him,
He moved, slowly, into the silence
And I haven’t seen him since.
Do I stay or do I part?
The decision will come from my heart.
I’m a whirlpool,
No,
A thunderstorm,
No,
A category 5 hurricane,
Of thoughts, and hopes,
Of memories, and dreams,
Of puzzle pieces and star dust.
But everything stays silent.
Out the window, carried on clouds
On a day so listless I can't hear a sound
Silence so loud no thoughts are clear
There is something stirring
It threatens fear
It threatens death
My only escape is to drown
Drown it out
Push it down
Do not breath
Do not think
Do not cry
Silence.
I’m choosing not to speak.
Everything I say, I say it on repeat.
My answer- I don’t know. Silence.
Yes. I really do.
I rearrange my personality and fix my face,
Tuck my curse words and laid back cool college kid demeanor
The silence is burning straight through my brittle bones
The silence is scary because it leaves a presence for daunt thoughts
The first thing that races through my head is the need to die
Steady beeping.
White walls.
Disinfectant.
Beeping.
Two people.
One in a chair.
One in a bed.
Beeping.
Tears.
Wires.
Machines.
From my first faltering breath, whisperedPronounced words bound in abandonSpace in deafening silenceScreams muffled in mourningBulging eyes proclaimClarity, reinedUnrestraintSeekingAir.
I’m not bullied,not me.I never have been,and I probably won’t be.But I’m sickand I’m tiredof watching these people laugh at other people.
they found he razor in the shower today
because i forgot to take it out.
thye looked at me with dissipointed eyes today
but ppretentded they knew nothing about.
they heard me gagging in the bathroom today
Silence ringing in my ear,
Buzzing like some sort of infernal pest,
If it goes on for one more second I won’t be able to bear,
The thought of you laying our conversation to rest.
It's hard to explain feelings
To someone who hasnt experienced them.
It's hard to explain what silence sounds like
Without having first heard a sound.
All of these feelings we try to disguise,
Silence is so loud,
A roaring lion coud not compare.
It burns through your mind
and demands you to hear.
Don’t mind me. I’m just passing through.
I’m neither here nor there
And I won’t be stopping.
Don’t mind me.
Excuse me, pardon me
I’m only passing through.
I gave up long, long ago
My silence speaks volumes
Telling all what I say without words
But only those who truly have listened
Are the ones who know what needs to be heard
Silence.
It surrounded me like a thick blanket,
a false illusion of security as I walked
across Fulton and through the market.
My flats tapped the ground, giving off no sound,
My teacher once told me
The snow absorbs sound
And that is why in winter
When the air is cold
And comes out in puffs
The world is silent
And any sound is muffled
By a heavy crystal blanket
You’re put into groups of those who are supposed
To shut up and keep their heads down.
You’re asked to “speak up” when spoken to
And when you do without asking
They tell you to “quiet down”
I walked through the valley of the shadow of death
And witnessed the face of the many
Who suffered greatly without remorse
I gazed upon the anguish and
Fear within their eyes
The ship is sinking.
There is a hole in the bottom of the stern.
The women scream and clutch their children with fright
While the men run around, struggling to maintain control.
Talking is easy but I don’t speak
Some of the most wonderful things
grow from silence and solitude
Loneliness is painful but I don’t weep
Before,
when I entered a quiet room,
there would be nothing for me to hear.
When I would reach the end
Since birth, we are surrounded by the music of our lives.
In our first years, the sounds are new and wonderful.
I look at the towering shelves that enchant me with their dust,
And their books sitting there like a superlative throne.
I find the quiet a blessing,
Because I know they won't forever be silent.
And I lay my head on my soft pillow. Silence.Inhale, exhale. I focus on my breath.When my thoughts run off to a distant memory
You know that thing that happens
Between a professor posing a question and that
First student raising a reluctant hand
To answer it
That awkward pause.
That silence.
The sound shut out from a crowded room
Hearing one note after another, clear and smooth
Calm, Serene
Only when that noise enters
From the crowds of people
Laughter, Chatter
Do I feel completely alone
"What if we didn't go to war?" I accidently ask in my Junior econ. class
I feel my classmates eyes on my back,
I sit in the front for a reason.
"Hippie! Go to california you Democrat" I hear a student say to me.
A rose placed upon shattered
glass.
Her cries are heard from afar,
But no one listens.
Silence.
It crashes upon the shores of noise with the sound of television static.
Then it stops.
There is nothing but darkness in my ears and stars exploding in my brain.
I like being alone, to myself.
It gives me time to think, listen, and observe.
No crowdsof people complaining about their life.
Just.... stillness and calm.
Time stops when I'm alone, to myself.
I have never realizedHow alone I've felt until this very moment...It hit me like I had just ran into a brick wallI hate how horrible I feelHow depressing this emotion isAnd to think that my biggest fear was to be aloneWhen I've felt alone for 4 yr
There are so many things I want to tell you
I was the quiet one in class who did all of his work
But you still gave me the bad grades because I did not talk throughout your class
Alone.
5 words.
2 syllables.
A major problem within itself.
Not only are we the cause but we are the reason.
Yet as time passes something begins to happen.
Silence is the killer,
the murderer most formidable,
abducting peace from Solution’s stronghold-
mellowing a path toward never-ending Havoc,
who takes rightful partnership alongside his accomplice.
The sound of silence,
One I know too well,
The quiet is so haunting,
And I wish my fear would dispel,
The silence is omipresent
That I know for sure,
Its every place I am,
I feel like I messed up
like I misrepresented myself
to the point where you
don't know who I am.
Like I'm singing a song
on your off beats
with a syncopated rhythym you
I have recognized that everyone is on their own
At the end of the day we have all sung the same song
Our emotions are imperceptible, we can barely express them
We can easily fool each other with our thoughts and truths
Silence
My mother always asks me,
Why I can never seem to sit still.
My muscles tighten and an excuse is quickly constructed,
You say, “Tell me you remember.”
But that would be a most grievous lie.
So I say nothing.
You say, “I don’t understand!”
But you could never be remembered.
I don't want the silence
But it comes crawling in
Into my ears, and
I can't help but reflect upon
Myself
I try to stop it
But I can't help think
How ugly I am
They say I'm beautiful
With each waking breathe,
my soul quivers for fear.
I cant stop these feelings inside me.
He tells me to breathe
only breathe,
its all we ever have left
but why?
Feather Light Flakes
Feather light flakes drift down from the sky,
Dusting the flowers that only just died,
Soaking through leaves that only just dried.
You wake up to silence
766509, please raise your hand. To the school I was but a number, feeding money into the stands. What I say I mean quiet literally because money is all that mattered. The students saftey, or ablity to learn
They think it's easy
Easy to think so much
Information consumes one
Like bees on honeycomb
Where do all these thoughts
Originate
Pulled from thin air
Circulating from mind to mind
Of days when I have forced my will
To school, and kept myself so still,
And haven't uttered cries of grief,
Of your incompetent relief -
Deriving from your lack of skill,
In the ability to feel
I’d say it in person, but I fear rejection
Because when a student speaks out there’s surely ejection
You ask who I am, just look at my friends
I stay true to my values while others change like trends
i am scared
i am here
on the outside
i show no fear
this is new
i am here
within time
there will be no fear
i am scared
i am here
on the outside
i show no fear
this is new
i am here
within time
there will be no fear
Careful, now, I daydream softly,
As the clock strikes one by one,
Only a lifetime 'til that saintly bell tolls,
but until then, the prisoners must suffer.
I hear the voice that makes my starry mind pucker,
Miles to, hundreds from
Where my hearts pulled
Where the sun drowns
Where the wind doesn't blow,
We sit in silent war.
The cry's cold cut on the brink of hysteria
When you see this soft-spoken, shy girl sitting at her desk,
You see someone weak
As I quietly doodle away on my note-pad,
You see someone distracted
When every other girl giggles and laughs with her friends,
Scared?
Frightened?
I used to be all those things until, I met silence. It welcomed me with a cold hug.
I hated it.
No, I wasn't mute, and never will be, sadly.
But sometimes I wished I could be mute.
Sad to say
To my dismay
I waste away my day
Trying to find the words to say
To make you stay
But my silence just pushes you away.
So here I am instead
Laying here in bed
Nothing seems to work
Nothing could ever be said
I am never heard
Nobody can hear
Nobody will listen now
I am never heard
Silence is comfort
Silence is my company
Your love is true,
but this "us"
does neither you
nor I any good.
'Cause,
In the end,
this big house
is still empty
and I remain alone,
in the silence,
Hear the laughter and not the end
Past mistakes in my head
Break the tip of my pencil lead
The end of the end is only the beginning
When I listen to those words
I only hope that you're kidding
The triumph of the meek will beLoud. Crowds of complex hearts pulledOut of dying chests, vests of steel thrown off, meltedDown and welded into cymbals and trombones.The groans and creaks of grief will cease;
Want it gone
Away forever
But I know
That it’ll never.
Focus on one
Impossible.
Focus on many
Probable.
I am young but old
I wonder what it feels like to fly
I hear the whisper of a butterfly's wing
I see the colors of the wind
I want to go to heaven one day and see my grandma
I am young but old
Can't breathe, need air,Hands shaking, almost there.Rushing, pulling, running,The taste, simply stunning.
There is a place I go
When I'm alone
A quiet space
Away from all the chaos
Of the world
that we've misnamed home
When there is time to spare
It is there
That I will wander
He steps off the plane,
He's finally home.
All is quiet,
No blaring guns and,
Exploding bombs.
The silence is unnerving.
Eighteen months away,
For the first time,
"Don't die!" she gasps.
"Don't leave me!" she pleads as tears stream down her face.
He knows his fate.
She denies it.
His heart slows.
His grip on her hand weakens as she grasps his tighter.
I hate those eyes,
That filled the empty void,
I hate their soft glow,
that promised me everything.
I hate those eyes,
that let me into your heart,
and welcomed me so warmly,
told me I am home.
You must think I'm so boring;
sitting here not saying a word.
Excuse me if you're snoring.
The way you're ignoring me, I feel like roaring.
This is absurd.
You must think I'm so boring.
Kids cryin’ and dyin’
Whites and colors never getting along
How did everything go wrong?
Have you ever seen a troubled Mexican girl walking alone?
Or a little boy behind a glass on the phone?
You see, I have
I have trouble speaking aloud; it could because of the bullies. Words are easier to write, I don't have to worry. My voice will not shake; my hand is firm, as my pen creates a world out of my own words.
On the lofty, grassy hill I stand
Facing toward the eastern dawning light
Slowly rising, lighting the damp land
Silence broken by the fowl of no flight
On the lofty, grassy hill I stand
Facing toward the eastern dawning light
Slowly rising, lighting the damp land
Silence broken by the fowl of no flight
The ripples of pain we feel
When we hear nothing at all.
Why is it said that silence is golden?
Silence is iron when it rusts
And it takes form as a dagger
That impales you,
I write because i can't express the way things make me depressed.
Not aloud atleast, so on pages i unleash a beast.
Everyone is under the impression that i don't feel, that alone makes me reel.
Silence
Silence is golden
No, there lies truths unfolded
Gold is the truth and silence is the corrosion
Failure to speak of such things
Leads to conversations about other things
There's the waveand the crashThere's the runand the screamOh WhyGod Why? Silence Hold it inLet it outHold on tightLet it go It's hereIt's done Silence Looking backwish and reamLooking aheaddream and wish Forgetremember Silence
The odd thing about silence,
is that;
once it is spoken,
it
disappears.
Silence is imaginary,
It is unreal,
It is—
Today there is a deafening roar
surrounding me
Its scattered chaotic quality
makes me feel unease
Most days this noise
is my soundtrack
and silence is too much
Today I fear its suffocating
I’m a shadow.. a background image..
No one can see…
The chaos that resides within me.
The silent tears that no one hears.
My body scarred and wounded.
My heart jagged, so badly broken.
In silence, You must be beautiful.
My listener, My understanding truth.
Every word Uncovered through the pages.
Giving me nor acceptance nor regret.
Pouring out my Wounds.
We all know that feeling
That feeling we use for excitement and adventure
That feeling we have when we take first steps
That feeling we have when looking into the future
It's a scared four letter word
I'm not mute
Though my lips are silent.
Not cruel
Though my thoughts turn violent.
I don't agree
When I have nothing to say.
My mind rebels
When my feet obey.
You ask for my thoughts
As I wait there watching him slowly but surely slip from my fingertips, i think to myself. Why should I wait to be noticed? Why should I stand on the sidelines waiting for a chance to conncet with what people a relationsip? ...
We are but black and white
The letters that we write.
The colors leeching from our pens
destroy worlds and breathe sins.
Can I just plug my ears,And shield the noise?I don't have many fears,I'm just freaking annoyed,Mood always switching gears,The lever's almost destroyed,Transparent thoughts remain clear,
We want to change the world.
We sang it together in crowded basements.
Declared it so loudly that the world may be forced to hear us.
But they didn't.
Music
Clashing sounds
Rhythmic beats
All ensuing me
Revolving around my aurora
Till it finally enters my body, euphoria
Causing my internal energies to move, enigma;
Constant noise
ringing insesantly in my ears
day and night
without rest.
No silence
No calming sounds
Just irritating distractions.
These are the voices of the ignorant
Please leave me alone.The voices in my head wont be silentCan't think, can't breath.Wanting to escape this terror.No where to paint for my arms are full of the scars as well as my legs.
I woke up that day
I saw something new
It was that perfect yawn
From a great sleep
I never thought to have
I was inducted
It was exclusive
I had something special
That made me special
BleaknessThe clouds bleed tearsTo fallAs lead blendsSorrow intoTurmoilPainPeace’s only anecdoteThe smoke blowsInto heartsSearching for hope in the haze
Why do I write?Is it because the wordsstop at the tip of my tongue?Is it because when I try to speak,nothing but a croak emerges?
8pm and orange setting suns. the soft spring nights resemble what is to come.
The track smells of melted plastic with lines of deep blue, the midwest sun glaring, relentless and with no hue.
A cold autumn’s day
No time to play
A cold autumn’s night
No time to fight
There she stands
Alone
With only the sounds of the forest
Her companions
She steps on the earth
Empty hearts in a snowless blizzard
taking on the heat of day
lost to the world so ever loved
lost in a world once meant for play
Knees are buckled
tied, looking face down
Creaks and crackles
pray you're still lingering around
Officer says "let's go for a ride"...
Let's go for a ride
in the black and blue tide
GIVE ME A BREAK!
I’m kinda new to this,
But I see how great your love truly is.
I also see a crazy mess,
And it’s bringing me distress.
Kindness obsolete;
And sometimes kept descrete,
Silence Yes that's me
But silent isn't what I want to be
It's much too empty and way too still
But make of it what you will
Silence isn't always bad
But not much silence have I ever had
These things you tell yourself at midnight
When you're alone
and those thoughts in your head just won't
shut up.
And all you want is some Goddamn
silence
Enigmas pulsing through my mind,
Wordless and trapped.
Emotions flicker through my psyche,
Unremitting and unforgiving.
How can I release all I'm feeling
In a deluge that refuses
To be formed with words?
alive in the deadly silence
the Noise just sits there and rumbles, to itself
cause no one cares to hear
friends. comfortable behind mask of blindness
Hungry for help,
Yet mute in fear of misjudgment,
I store my confessions in vaults.
Gated and guarded,
My secrets are sheltered in silence;
A lone and cumbersome collection.
As the snow falls I feel the memories fade
We're given a slate of time that can't be erased
We're lulled-
Into the cadence of life and the thought of love Herself.
As the ice forms on the window pane
Silence in the open air
Overwhelmed with nothingness
but it's always everything
Too jumbled to organize
Too messed up to put in complete sentences
Am I just dysfunctional?
Empowered by self infliction
Spinning Spinning Spinning
Each memory, each moment, each thought is connected by a strand of consciousness
The image blurs together as time stands still.
Sounds become mute and feelings become numb.
My world was turning
crashing.
I try to stand
one hand against the wall.
Efforts with no reward
left in vain.
Aching painfully
tears of frustration running down my face.
Everything is turning.
Static silence converges on my ears
Stealing my sanctuary
Refusing to let me rest in nothingness
Why must there always be something, not nothing?
The silence is screaming. It’s an invisible fog clouding my judgment and burning my eyes with its icy touch. It’s so dense that I can’t breath without it expanding in my throat; a fog so solid that it chokes my airway with its endless emptiness.
Embrace the silence,
For it is wise.
Let it visit,
before it dies.
It is a teacher, and bearer of wealth,
It can help a soul to find itself.
I'm alone no one to comfort me nor to help me
But forsake me like it's their god given right
This loneliness is dementing me.
I speak not of the demons veiled behind every corner.
They wait until it's dark
Until I have thought myself into a mad frenzy
Then they show me the past.
What I did
I'm no longer a kid.
I've matured mom, yes I did.
You keep me locked up,
And I'm getting really fed up.
It's nine o'clock and you're telling me togoto sleep.
My dearest Silence.
How are you these days?
I, myself, have been better.
You may be wondering, Silence, why I’ve written this.
I do not know for sure, but I’ve been told it might help
Every morning Dad comes home
Exhausted and shattered by his work
The money wouldn’t be asked more.
Fumblingly his hands in the kitchen
Quick cooking for breakfast as dinner,
Quick eating but no one asking for.
Silence so loud.
Silence so cold.
I've never felt so alone.
You can't see it
you can't hear it
But its the thing we all fear.
Hope is lost.
Never found.
for now.
It's the harsh sound that rings in your ears,
the noise equivalent to a bee sting.
The white noise in your head vibrates,
all you want it to do is cease it's unearthly pitch.
The sun rolled round the silent earth-
If every one speaks who is to be heard?
The great white doors they tower and toll,
But they are a sanctuary;
The comfort of home.
Behind the brass knob screwed on so tight
Unbroken silence
Quiet is all around me
My eyes search for sound
Seeing is hearing
Even what is not spoken
Eyes hear everything
Life with no hearing
Silence is normal for me
My life is not loud
Silent days
Filled with clattering
Thoughts
Lonely desires
Passions stretched over my eyelids like
Spandex pants one size too small
It hurts, every whisper
Each wayward glance, so close
Every moment heard and felt
Twisting the shard with each tremor, vibration
Icy crystalline glass wedged to deep to pull
Oh beating drum in my body and ears
When you find yourself
sitting in the sun,
a light, unbothering wind upon your thoughts,
escaping into the air through your
contended expression,
lots of things can end in silence
a fight is fought
with words like knives
cutting the one you love
and there are too many
i'm sorries to be had
so it ends in silence
(poems go here) This World... This place
is so cold and hard
It feels like there are boulders on my chest
They crush my body
The strength of the mind,
So quiet, though so kind.
Can the flower taste sugar,
As the bee take away?
It may seem that a way,
but we just may not know it.
So quiet, though so kind
it hurts to shatter silence,
after keeping everything inside for so long
to part my pursed lips
glued together by the time passed
since they last cleaved
it’s unnatural and foreign
Silence
tourture, obscure
masking, censoring, confining
An ambiguous strength withheld
unpronounced
While the small town sleeps
And the moon keeps watch
With the stars like guards
Drinking spots of scotch
While the children dream
And the mothers rest
With their babies safe
Upon their breast
I took a vow of silence,
I've decided not to speak.
I've created a philosophy,
speaking makes one weak.
Silence is a rare currency
The value's going up
With distractions invading our lives
Loudness is worshipped
Silence is lambasted
And the quiet ones are persecuted
And the happily lonely are further shunned
If you could walk a mile in their shoes would you want to
Take one step then take a few
Look at the people who surround you
Would you even understand you
Are there things you'd like to undo
The imagery echoes in brain,
Never stopping and no gain.
Same thing over and over,
But no matter what there is no closure.
Father may I, may I tell you that I'm grateful?
Father may I, may I tell you that I'm thankful?
And not for all the right reasons
because you've wronged me,
words like jagged talons from your lips remind me,
I woke up last night to a beautiful sound-
A sound I hadn’t heard since I was back in California
resting in the cusp of my hammock
with a pinch of peace between my fingers.
I remember it pierced a perfect puncture
My name is subject to change;
I stray among the others, freezing in their shadows.
This beating; the beating of my heart.
Pulsating with courage.
These trembling hands, they'll be the hands of a hero.
Shattered. Shattered like the chandelier
Now crumbled on our floor.
What once lit our worlds
Now disintegrates into the dust of time.
Silence
My opinions are not the norm.
Silence
A break before the storm
Silence
A deep and navy blue
Silence
That question you ask, with who
Silence
I’m not going to cry
Silence
On the dark cliffs full of shadows
The river is rushing, the water crashing
Headed towards the inevitable fall
