sound
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You say I'm quiet.
Then you ask me a question.
Do you expect sound?
I don't think you do.
It doesn't matter anyway.
I know you hear me.
You are my best friend.
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
i'm not quite sure how to put the way i miss you into words.
i see your face in everything around me.
your taste is a recurrent craving i can't seem to curb.
Your sweet melodious voice, whenever strikes my ears
With all the glamour, beautiful voice of yours
Imprinted in love, uttered with fantasy
Your mellifluous voice takes me to ecstasy
A cacophony is a multitude of sounds,
Sounds that echo through your head, pound in your heart, and block the world out,
A cacophony,
Do you hear the storm coming?
feel the thunder shaking the ground?
can you see the lightning in the distance?
feel the wind weaving through your clothes?
can you hear the rain getting closer and louder and heavier?
Happy changes for ours to foray, that theirs were oceanand of black God, so could you know Ocean god was thisogod, or primal bei is hei. Thes lors, ast ou, ocean wasblack and fear, could know you in? No. But this deep could
Silence.
Pure and refined silence.
I struggle to find meaning in the sounds.
To make music is to paint a picture with no canvas.
A lone hand embraces my soul;
Gripping me, carrying me, holding me.
The room is silent,
but for the endless scratch,
Of pens and pencils on paper,
Words flowing from minds,
Through the hands,
Out the pen,
Traces of ink in gleaming rivers,
The endless scratching,
I.
Lines that break
on the epitome of sound
ring forth
like the swells ~~~~
of a whale
dipping into
the sea ~~~~~~~~~
Another day
passes by
like the tickety tock of the clock
Noticed,
but ignored
Forgotten as one indevidual tick,
Remembered as a whole
Tick, tock, tickety tock.
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
The guitarist wrinkles his face
as he concentrates with dignity.
He flips the page on the stand,
and adjusts his fingers accordingly.
The acoustic guitar resonates
Tonight the dogs fought,
Sounding all at once
Like a thousand people screaming
And a flight of hundreds of crows taking off,
Their wings smacking the air
All at once in a horrendous cacophony of noise:
I sucked it in through my breath
and it sunk through my skin
It expanded through my lungs
and seeped into my blood stream
What makes me feel good is singing
It gives me a kind of feeling
I can't explain the way it makes me feel
The feeling is just unreal
My melody makes me shine
My voice is hard to deny
Whispers come in the breeze,
Whether by sea or
Through the leaves
They always know just
What your mind
Is trying to hide
And they laugh at
Your ineptitude
With a harsh,
Silence
We live in a world of noise
never silent.
Even when you want it the most,
it is never there.
We could be deaf,
but we can always hear ouselves.
Without noise
I drift through an endless space, reacquainting myself again
With the parallel black lines
Stacked on top of each other with infallible precision
In a backdrop of a cream filling, rich as buttercream topping on a cake
We don’t talk a lot about ears, do we?
They’re seen as simply the masses of flesh attached to the sides of newly
Formed heads at birth
Not seen in most respects as something of worth and yet
The boundless days
The sun beats down
The silky waves
Is the sweetest sound
The creeping wind
The green palm fronds
The effortless sway
Is the sweetest sound
I can't live without MUSIC,
Because its everywhere,
On almost everything,
I mean where would we be without,
The wonderful variety of sound,
The joy of enjoying a genre,
That evolved from its own history,
Years has is it become
Seeing eye to eye
But very words
Gave thrills and shrills
To both, separated
By approx. of 618.6 km
And taking a 8 hour long travel
Reaching by 7 in the morn
soft notes of soulful awakening float through
the apartment, slow steady, to accompany the morning brew
major, augmented, into a crescendo
in a london flat
a steady beat thrum rhytmatically
Sometimes I wonder
If madness sounds like civilization
Noisy music
Incessant hubbub and babble
The scrape of sandals on concrete
Breaths
Flawless Music
I retain all these faults that could make me flawless,
I can write rhymes, tell the time, though I really shouldn’t floss less.
The thoughtless plucking of cords.
Air resonating through the pathways of muscle
To make sound.
Guttural, lyrical, nonsensical
Sound refined by teeth and tongue,
By the careful pursing and pulling of lips.
I'm that weird girl that sits in the back
The quieter you are the less attention you attract
Though I'm not the only one who would rather it dark
At times I find those with that same unique heart
Hey,
What is that sound,
that seems so old, but yet still new?
A musical note from a different hue.
A tone that sharply cuts through,
the blues inside your heart.
Shhhhhh. Can you listen?
I ask for a silence and still, in the empty quiet of this room, I hear it.
To kiss you
is to hear trumpets sound
and feel the reverberation
propel throuhg my skin
as my soul rejoices
in meeting its other half
With Aspergers, it's a bit tough.
There's problems that make you think you've had enough.
From the loud noise to lighting so bright,
When you can't handle it all, you are forced to fight.
one day
I was walking somewhere new
singing an unfamiliar tune
in a voice that was not my own.
the sand uncomfortable in my shoes
and the wind skipping across my skin
chilling me through
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
That melody, that melody, that haunts my wretched brain,It fills my dreams by night it, it follows thought by day.That melody, that melody, its source I think of in vainIt is ever with me, whether I sit or stand or lay.
Wait Blue Beloved, I want to tell you, let’s snuggle forever, and stay with me in bed sweetheartTimes will seem too hard to bear and I will feel like life is giving up on me
It seems ridiculous to me
Spectacularly arranged
Uniquely designed
Strings of that which is hear laced together in particular patterns, so necessary
A carnal infusion
