quiet
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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.
My heart speaks a language
no one understands.
It's dying to speak.
But it's already dead.
At the beggining of Creation,
It was decided to have a Dark and a Light
Everyone thought it would be best.
So for the last time
Light and Dark, who were friends met
and they spoke to each other.
The Snowy Hollow
Trees reach up
Like long slender hands
Over the stillness.
All is hushed
There is no need for
Words.
I will speak my mind
with the courage I can't find
my words and needs left behind
do my best to keep you blind
leave you thinking I'm kind
but really I can't speak my mind
do you see me?
when I rush out of the room
do you think 'who is she?'
but my presence doesn't loom
do you see me alone at the table?
the way I keep to myself
do I seem readable?
i walk amongst an ocean of stars in a world of shadow.
touch the reflection, obsessive perfection.
the uncertainties of my mind permeate my very step,
a constellation of faces in unfamiliar places.
Below my house, a blissful river trips and falls.
Though faint, I hear its whispers and its calls.
Oh the fool I am, succumbing to it”s spell
I Rush to the water so this desire will dispel.
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,
The party rages and the drinks flow, the room smoke filled,
Everyone laughs and smiles, stories are shared and cups spilled,
Challenges made in jest and tale weavers are grilled,
I do not have a voice today.
It's been slowly fading
over three days, a horror,
because my opinions are loud.
It's been slowly fading--
that respect I know I deserve--
There's a boy I know
That mostly sticks to his own,
He doesnt speak much
But hald assed insults,
He closes his eyes
More often than all of the time,
Shy boy
Quiet boy
Tired boy.
I was told being an extrovert was better.
But what they didn't know,
Was that the words were a heavy blow.
I didn't want to be "better"
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
worried sick
it’s 3 a.m. and you can’t sleep
it feels like you’ve tried it all
from reading books to counting sheep
your mind races
your head aches
overthinking
it leaves no space
Snow fell in huge flakes
as it was just the perfect atmospheric conditions.
The sky was hues of purple and blue.
School cancelled for the week,
allowing two girls two sleep on the pull-out couch,
It’s not often that I feel quiet.
My head buzzes constantly,
The beehive of
Thoughts
Reminders
Information
memories
I am quiet most of the time.
I just stare and think.
My words get frozen within my lungs.
And I believe my thoughts are deadly.
People tend to ask me,
"why are you so quiet?"
Can you hear me
I know I am quiet
I can be overlooked
Not one to shout above the noise
Too afraid to speak my mind
I find a place where I can shine
Words on the paper
Free like birds
A gentle shift of the body, the steady turn of a page, and the oddly addicting scent of ink and paper fills the room.
Ever quiet
Ever still
Green and gold
Speckled with white
A soft humming grows
Whizzes by
Fades
Leaping and laughing the trees begin to dance
There is a time at night
When the world has gone quiet
Not a single sound is made
And you are overwhelmed by it
Grey nose, white tail.
Soft feet hop down the trail.
At the end a light.
Shining in the night.
Who sits there at the end?
Grey nose, white tail.
A girl covered in a black veil.
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
Ambition a constant hunger
I advise you -
Beware the quiet genius
Cunning, unnervingly discerning
Don’t underestimate me
You see me sit in silence
She crept quietly in the darkness
willing her steps to be silent
She arrinved to that old, fmailiar spot and patiently waitede
suddenly, and with a quicknes, he appeared
she knew not from where he came
Well if they knew that we were political,
We'd be done for.
Because they helped build new york
But people from new york are broken themselves.
And in spite of their open arms
Eyes stapled open,
Mouth taped shut,
Ropes restraining my body,
This is what it’s like in society.
Opinions kept to myself,
Quiet
Absence of sound
It replaces the noise
Emptying my mind and choking it
Silence
Speak up child, speak up, but they could never hear me
Low and subtle, soft and lost
Where would it go when I needed it
My voice, my voice
Filling up with aggravation
HI
I’M TYPICALLY PRETTY SHY
AND THAT MAKES ME A CARPET
THAT YOU HAVE TRODDEN ON
EVERY DAY SINCE I MET YOU
i.
you're cold.
two cats on your lap. a dog at your side.
messages awaiting on your phone
it's not plugged in.
you aren't plugged in.
please be okay.
how are things going?
what exactly must i do
to attract the gaze God gave to you?
and what exactly must you hear
to suddenly know you want me near?
i know it's nothing i can say
to change my image in your brain,
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,
Sitting by myself
Daddy’s crying in the corner
Mommy left us behind
But I have to be a strong little soldier
Feeling abandoned not just by her
But by the tears I try to hide
I AM YELLING
Can she hear me? Can she see the words falling out my mouth?
Can she see the tears pooling at my feet, can she feel the tension as my fingers crack,
as my lungs seem to give out.
I AM YELLING
Let them be loud
always speaking their minds
repeating what everyone else says.
Talking nonsense just so others
can hear them
I think whats going on in my lifeWhy are these things happening?Maybe I'm too shyWell I'm not really that prettyI'm uncomfortable with myself
Everyday is Hell.
Everyday I go through the motions
I engage in the small talk
I try my best to socialize
Everyday my head is filled with fog
I slip, the ghost of the unheard girl no one knows
I climb the stairs, ascending my personal heaven
I sit, reclining against my personal deity’s throne
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 was afraid to ask
If she called me quiet
I was teetering on the edge
Of an abyss of silence
Never admitting
To my apparent muteness
For fear it would settle
As a permanent outer skin
It floats in on the breeze,
to try to gain it is to chase the wind.
you cannot work towards peace,
you have to be willing to surrender.
The quiet girl in the back of the class
looking through the glass.
No one knows much about who she is
they only know of the silence she gives.
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,
Tucked away, hidden.
Secluded in the darkness.
Wearing the silence like the skin that covers my body.
Hardened like an icy glacier.
I was the night.
I was broken.
I am alone,
But not lonely.
I am one of those
Who enjoys the silence of empty hallways,
Empty rooms,
An empty world,
And a full mind.
I used to be one of those
I am a cup of coffee in the morning
with a milky way swirl
galaxies colliding together
in the stillness of the morning
the Earth holds its breath
my atoms awaken
the stardust in my skin vibrates
I am loud in the presence of my brother
But when it comes to the outside world
I am quiet. I am soft. I am too quiet to
Be noticed and not enough to be remembered
I can remember the moments that took your breath
I don’t feel like normal people
(Or at least, I don’t think so)
Simple emotions, certainly
Happiness, sorrow, anger
I run the normal gamut
With the others of our race
Feeling a thing
Sometimes I wonder
If madness sounds like civilization
Noisy music
Incessant hubbub and babble
The scrape of sandals on concrete
Breaths
A love day filled with joy and laughter.
Went to the cinema after.
A breeze of beauty passed me by.
Acknowledgement and denial,
My normal self but still a cosmic pawn.
Choices are given, options limited.
Music is my voice
Lyrics are my words
A mermaids rejoice
In a broken world
My infectious laughter pollutes the air
Jumping in imagination
With love and hope everywhere
Creating inspiration
I cry a lot, don't you?
I trust people too easily
I'm trusting you.
I forget things a lot, don't you?
I lie to people too easily
I'm not lying to you.
Quiet,
I sit and take in the world,
spinning in drifts
-- golden flecks of ash—
a cloud of shimmering possibilities shade my reality.
I try to speak
And my words
Are trampled down before they’ve left my mouth.
I try to speak
But it’s like
The most important words are the most loud.
And they wonder why I’m quiet?
I am young and feel as if I don't have a voice.
The things in my life I don't have a choice.
Others try to give encouragement and advice,
but how do I know the truths from lies?
Watching watching
Hear them speak
I remain outside
Watching watching
Others try to pull me in
I remain, I know my place
Watching watching
listening while others speak
What is the difference between a filter and myself?
Is there a clean line that can be drawn?
Is there a simple way to say this is me,
and that is who you think I am?
No, there is truth in lies
My sound?
Is a silent night, I have no music
no beats, or rhythem.
My sound?
Crickets on a summer day.
When I was born they sang.
My sound?
Is a soft noise
we fall in love in those in-between moments, like when the sun is buried right at the brink of that fine line and if you want to know the truth,the boy i sit next to in physics drew the horizon.
Props and patterns,
It's all up to you.
How do you choose to feel today?
You see,
Lately, you haven't been giving yourself enough thanks;
Enough paint to finish your masterpiece.
Sleep deprived,zombie-like;as mindless as air,and as mechanical as the gearshiftsof a manual transmission.
She's so innocent, so sweet
Quiet girl, bustling world
Why can't she break free?
Why can't she scream?
Never being noticed or seen
So badly she wants the world to see
Sometimes we find that our lungs collapse,
our minds wrap around the idea of relapse.
We fall to the ground and gasp for air,
why, oh God, is this life not fair?
With hands on our hearts and a knot in our chest,
Lazy days and dogs that won't stir,
I hope you're happy
I hope that you're
Sincerly relaxed and seriously invested
In the ethical victories over those you've bested.
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,
The lush meadow grass,
A bright sunny day.
Palm clasped in yours
Through the fields we'll play.
We can sing and talk,
I'll ask you how you are.
To you whom-- has my heart
I seek in you, my whole desire.
But she punctured you, thy dart.
we speak, my love, in quiet words.
with words we must not leak
for she will come and tarnish you
There's something to be said for those moments of grand love.
The ones where roses are given and dinner is served to candle light.
When fireworks explode in the sky as he gets on his knees.
Do you ever feel like you don’t quite belong
In the body you call home?
I do.
At times, or rather most times,
I am so timid that I think I would be better suited
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
In a classroom of extroverts,
A classroom full of loud, brazen, outspoken thinkers,
There was a quiet girl in the class,
Keeping to herself.
She didn’t talk much, as she was quite shy,
Empty, solitary, realxed,
and let go.
The inner floosy of my heart is free
to close her eyes and rest.
I usually see one other
joining my personal solitary confine.
Not today though;
Floating
Hovering above where I want to be
Reality isn't about keeping calm
or carrying on
Reality is fog in a forest
Orange trees swallowed whole
Unaware of what is said or heard
It was as a child I learned I was happy. There was only the present moment, and there was never any pressure, no ideals to conform to, no desire to impress.
The sleep of winter roams deep unpunished,
Calm, subtle, just.
A generous wind, carries Autumn's rubbish;
Leaves, weathered to crust.
Rain's kiss is as cold as ice.
A warning of what's yet to come
The intricacy of the thoughts rendered... strike me like electricity quickly tiptoeing through my veins, the concealment of your emotional state leaves me like summer in the threshold of autumn.. sanctioning me to disdain.
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
You can't see me, but I can see you.
You're loud and actions are flashy, borderline trashy.
I stay quiet and remain classy.
That's the difference between you and me.
It’s the effortless secretOf sleepThat pulls you into slumberWithout you knowingAnd the cool ripples of stillnessUnfurling to the corners of your pinkiesSinkingDrifting
Thoughts
Within my head
They Battle
Attack
Go for the throat
What’s that you say?
I question whether there will be a day
A day where it all will pay
Where all my skill and all my pain
I stand here
Never seen
Never heard
Never to speak
Not one single word
No one takes notice
Or stops to stare
For if I don't speak
I'm not really there
I know I'm a quiet girl,
But I still refuse to say words,
I'm sorry that I don't speak,
But my life right now is too real,
Consider what I may feel,
Just leave me to zone out please,
What’s the point of exhaling,
When no one wants you to inhale
We are all a bunch of hypocrites, you know?
We say we love, but
We stab each other in the back
We say we heal, but
I write because
I am human.
I am the quiet one.
I cannot get the words out when I speak.
But when I sit down and place the pen on paper,
they come out as if the dam has broken.
Love comes quietly and under the cover of friendship.
Like a cat in the night.
If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
I never thought I'd see it.
The day that we two got together.
I'm a listenerI sit back, I watch the showPerformed by those around meAnd I don't mind
I prefer it this wayI laugh at jokes, nod in agreementTo the conversations others haveI don't feel left out
With a heavy sigh, I stride into the room.
A soft light, cold ground, gentle
Scent of perfume.
On a white chair, I take my rest,
Thinking on who I am,
Breaths moving my chest.
It’s harder here,
To be put in this place
So Quiet
With nothing but a mirror,
Put me someplace else!
Put me in my past!
Where things were better
and foolish, loud, crash!
Quiet resumes-
A girl with a silent struggle
Words caught in her throat
Carefully blended in
Edges too blurred
Easily missed.
Someone with a name
But a name of no distinction.
“What’s in a name?
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid.
You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious,"
That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
Necklines foam with yellowed fabric,
acrid antiquations growing lace patinas.
Shelves slant and overflow, racks packed tight
with fringe and French perfume—expired,
broken beading on a flapper’s midnight wear,
I know a place where all is still
It's by a lake behind a hill
And though to find, it's quite a trek
It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck
People don't realize that in my eyes I see the truth that they try to hide.
I know their lies that they try to vocalize.
Their shifty mind not placing me in the background,
Looking around,
Noticing their breakdown.
