click clack goes the clock. but i can’t really hear the clock because of all the clatter. the sound of the latter and the rain on the window. all i want to do is chat away my life to you. but someone told me you don’t want to hear my chatter.
all this chatter in my head won’t go away. Nausea and nervousness, anxiety filling me up like a balloon ready to burst. i just want you near me, not in that chatter of a bar with women rubbing against you. come home.
I hear a lot of chatter, mostly inside my own head. Conversations I wish I had. Conversations I will never have. Usually imagining things that can never be. How sad is that?
All she did was talk, blab on about her day, her life, her boyfriend, her car, her house, her ring. The ring, the bleeding ring. Chatter chatter chatter about the stupid piece of metal, the circle of silver that should be on my finger.
THEY CHATTERED MINDLESSLY ABOUT NOTHING, HER STARING OUT THE WINDOW THINKING ABOUT THE BOY IN HER MATH CLASS WHILE HE HELD HER HAND. THEN THE WORDS DROPPED FROM HIS LIPS LIKE ICE RAIN…
There’s a buzz and hum of voices in the room. Suzaku tries to ignore it, tries to be the silent Zero he’s meant to be, but the constant thrum of “Emperor” and “death” is giving him shivers.
She could barely make out the chatter of those next to her. Although absorbed in her own conversation with her coworker, she still noticed the glances. Was she a topic of their discussion? Had she been eavesdropped on and, thus, judged? Most importantly, did she care?
The chatter of my teeth that night.
The way your jacket felt rested upon my shoulder.
We didn’t need to chatter.
There was so much sound
and there was so much to suddenly hear.
I remember I would plug and unplug my ears to make the noise into music. A cafeteria full of kids who eat pizza with strange black seasoning that makes you want to barf a little. The noise makes me think of a vacuum cleaner.
The crowded rumble was too much to bear at the moment so she went outside to the bright white and sat on the teeter-tot. It was one-sided and got her nowhere but at least she could sit in peace. She concentrated on each hot breath that left her mouth to condense as white smoke in the air. Her teeth chattered like the staccato castanets on the educational channel.
The crowded rumble was too much to bear at the moment so she went outside to the bright white and sat on the teeter-tot. It was one-sided and got her nowhere but at least she could sit in peace. She concentrated on each hot breath that left her mouth to condense like white smoke in the air. Her teeth chattered like the staccato castanets on the educational channel.
all the time! Until you don’t realize you are talking to a comlete stranger and have lost the anxiety and have won them over with knowledge. Youve made a friend and built confidence.
I drowned out the chattering around me and focused my attention entirely on the one conversation taking place a few tables away. She was angry. I could tell by the way her eyes flashed a tiny bit as he talked, surely asking forgiveness for yet another misdeed. He probably didn’t even realize — I think I knew her mannerisms better than he did, and probably even better than she did. But here I was, sitting a few tables away with some trophy of a girl instead of the one I craved.
Talking. Constantly talking. The noise never ends. Voices, in my head, all of the time! Like gossip whispers, telling tales of the Hollywood starlets and their countless run ins with scoundrels.
Online i hear a lot of chatter, see it really, on facebook, emails, texts, and most of it doesnt amount to much. But sometimes i find good information.
She could hear the chatter of the girls in the other room. “One, two, three, four, I know the boy that you adore. Five, six, seven, eight, this is the one who thinks you’re great. A, B, C…” The counted letters as they skipped, dreaming of the ten-year-old boys they could never talk to.
Chatter can be irritating b/c sometimes ppl just have nothing important to say. Chatter can be a real waste of brain space. Choose your words carefully and learn to edit the opinions and verbal diarrhea of others.
You cry when you’re hurt and you laugh when you bleed. I can’t hear your voice over your chatter. This may come as a shock, but you really don’t understand me. And when you were teasing me, I’m sure the joke was funny, I just didn’t get it.
The noise was unbearable for Heidögger, the great philosopher of Elm street. He stuck his head out the window and screamed for those idiots to shut up with their mindless chatter. With that, he slammed the window shut knowing that would be the only way to get any philosophizing done. Once he was in complete silence, he postulated that all of society’s ills could be traced back to intolerance.
TEN YEARS LATER: the chatter in the police station came to a quick stop when i entered the room.i was holding the criminal up by his back collar,”i believe this is the bank robber you were looking for.”
Chatter is a typical term used for the sound of talking, it doesn’t necessarily have to be coherent but it does ascribe itself to the noise category. Though it is not considered a noise that is bad, rather just an annoying humdrum noise. Also associated with the word chat, which is a commonly used internet term.
The likelihood of being able to hear an actual broadcast amidst all this chatter is slight. People are screaming, car alarms blaring, it’s hard to hear anything at all.
The tremors still come, thunderously, with alarming regularity. There’s not a building left standing anywhere. Is the entire earth breaking apart?
lives with in lives
the chatter of naked winter trees
rain pouring in sheets
makes way for the storm front of discarded twigs
freedom lies in what we let go
through torrents and mildness
wildness and fire
chatter is what fills your mind when you want to something but fear is trying to stop you…it never shuts up so you have to learn to ignore or to make it say something else. Kind of hard but I guess worth doing.
I stood looking out the window for a while. I had always been a loner, getting irritated by the constant nattering of others. But now that it seemed that I was alone… I missed their idle chatter.
Sounds like Twitter. Like a tweet. Some lame new Facebook or social network style thing. Speaking of that, that movie was terrible. He only did FB to get girls. How many more seconds do I have? I love you. You are my best friend. Seriously. I want to marry you and have babiez.
It was non stop. The sound of the voices all around. Talking on their cell phones or, more rarely, to each other, about boyfriends and appointments and a host of other mundane things. I wished it would stop.
“Ohmigod look it’s them!”
“Ohmigod and they’re–”
*squeal~*
“No way!”
“I know!”
He gave her an apologetic glance and kissed her cheek as his hand slipped from hers. “All right, you two, move along. Nothing to see here.”
She nodded rapidly, her face bright red. “No, no. Nothing at all.” She cringed inwardly at the high pitch of her voice, and again as the girls screamed and ran off giggling.
The sound was filling the room…quickly, soon the entire room would know. It was my fault all those people died. I lead them on a wild goose chase, and…I had known where my sister was the entire time. Hiding in the cabinet in the kitchen. Not into the woods.
The chatter filled her mind, blocking out all logical thought. It was the voices, again. They were back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t hear herself over their endless chatter…
chatter she never quiets, she never shuts up and her chatter, it buzzes in my ears and spirals through my brain and oh, her chatter, her chatter, can she quiet herself, can she calm herself, can she lose herself in her chatter my chatter her heart entwined in her mouth and her words abuzz.
Everyone knows the chatter. The one that won’t stop talking. Usually, that’s me. So it’s a refreshing when I find someone who wants to chat more than I do. I like to listen too. So then we chat, we bounce off of each other, we allow the ideas to flow and we get to see more into the depths of another mind.
click clack goes the clock. but i can’t really hear the clock because of all the clatter. the sound of the latter and the rain on the window. all i want to do is chat away my life to you. but someone told me you don’t want to hear my chatter.
all this chatter in my head won’t go away. Nausea and nervousness, anxiety filling me up like a balloon ready to burst. i just want you near me, not in that chatter of a bar with women rubbing against you. come home.
I hear a lot of chatter, mostly inside my own head. Conversations I wish I had. Conversations I will never have. Usually imagining things that can never be. How sad is that?
All she did was talk, blab on about her day, her life, her boyfriend, her car, her house, her ring. The ring, the bleeding ring. Chatter chatter chatter about the stupid piece of metal, the circle of silver that should be on my finger.
THEY CHATTERED MINDLESSLY ABOUT NOTHING, HER STARING OUT THE WINDOW THINKING ABOUT THE BOY IN HER MATH CLASS WHILE HE HELD HER HAND. THEN THE WORDS DROPPED FROM HIS LIPS LIKE ICE RAIN…
I was never a little chatter box. Very quiet as a kid, busy observing. Grew up to be a writer. Natural progression I imagine.
The chatter.
It never ends. It clogs my brain- it IS my brain.
Too much chatter, so many voices.
I can’t keep track..
Words I can’t follow.
Too much chatter.
There’s a buzz and hum of voices in the room. Suzaku tries to ignore it, tries to be the silent Zero he’s meant to be, but the constant thrum of “Emperor” and “death” is giving him shivers.
She could barely make out the chatter of those next to her. Although absorbed in her own conversation with her coworker, she still noticed the glances. Was she a topic of their discussion? Had she been eavesdropped on and, thus, judged? Most importantly, did she care?
she talked a lot — it was obnoxious, really. all bragging and narcissism.
most of it was a lie, to tell the truth.
The chatter of my teeth that night.
The way your jacket felt rested upon my shoulder.
We didn’t need to chatter.
There was so much sound
and there was so much to suddenly hear.
I remember I would plug and unplug my ears to make the noise into music. A cafeteria full of kids who eat pizza with strange black seasoning that makes you want to barf a little. The noise makes me think of a vacuum cleaner.
The crowded rumble was too much to bear at the moment so she went outside to the bright white and sat on the teeter-tot. It was one-sided and got her nowhere but at least she could sit in peace. She concentrated on each hot breath that left her mouth to condense as white smoke in the air. Her teeth chattered like the staccato castanets on the educational channel.
The crowded rumble was too much to bear at the moment so she went outside to the bright white and sat on the teeter-tot. It was one-sided and got her nowhere but at least she could sit in peace. She concentrated on each hot breath that left her mouth to condense like white smoke in the air. Her teeth chattered like the staccato castanets on the educational channel.
this makes me think of small people talking…not necessarily midgets, just small people talking quietly in their small voices
all the time! Until you don’t realize you are talking to a comlete stranger and have lost the anxiety and have won them over with knowledge. Youve made a friend and built confidence.
I drowned out the chattering around me and focused my attention entirely on the one conversation taking place a few tables away. She was angry. I could tell by the way her eyes flashed a tiny bit as he talked, surely asking forgiveness for yet another misdeed. He probably didn’t even realize — I think I knew her mannerisms better than he did, and probably even better than she did. But here I was, sitting a few tables away with some trophy of a girl instead of the one I craved.
Talking. Constantly talking. The noise never ends. Voices, in my head, all of the time! Like gossip whispers, telling tales of the Hollywood starlets and their countless run ins with scoundrels.
Online i hear a lot of chatter, see it really, on facebook, emails, texts, and most of it doesnt amount to much. But sometimes i find good information.
She could hear the chatter of the girls in the other room. “One, two, three, four, I know the boy that you adore. Five, six, seven, eight, this is the one who thinks you’re great. A, B, C…” The counted letters as they skipped, dreaming of the ten-year-old boys they could never talk to.
Chatter can be irritating b/c sometimes ppl just have nothing important to say. Chatter can be a real waste of brain space. Choose your words carefully and learn to edit the opinions and verbal diarrhea of others.
You cry when you’re hurt and you laugh when you bleed. I can’t hear your voice over your chatter. This may come as a shock, but you really don’t understand me. And when you were teasing me, I’m sure the joke was funny, I just didn’t get it.
The noise was unbearable for Heidögger, the great philosopher of Elm street. He stuck his head out the window and screamed for those idiots to shut up with their mindless chatter. With that, he slammed the window shut knowing that would be the only way to get any philosophizing done. Once he was in complete silence, he postulated that all of society’s ills could be traced back to intolerance.
TEN YEARS LATER: the chatter in the police station came to a quick stop when i entered the room.i was holding the criminal up by his back collar,”i believe this is the bank robber you were looking for.”
Chatter is a typical term used for the sound of talking, it doesn’t necessarily have to be coherent but it does ascribe itself to the noise category. Though it is not considered a noise that is bad, rather just an annoying humdrum noise. Also associated with the word chat, which is a commonly used internet term.
the people like to chatter about everything . they just talk to for everything.
The likelihood of being able to hear an actual broadcast amidst all this chatter is slight. People are screaming, car alarms blaring, it’s hard to hear anything at all.
The tremors still come, thunderously, with alarming regularity. There’s not a building left standing anywhere. Is the entire earth breaking apart?
The loud chatter of the children filled the room as the class filed in after recess.
lives with in lives
the chatter of naked winter trees
rain pouring in sheets
makes way for the storm front of discarded twigs
freedom lies in what we let go
through torrents and mildness
wildness and fire
chatter is what fills your mind when you want to something but fear is trying to stop you…it never shuts up so you have to learn to ignore or to make it say something else. Kind of hard but I guess worth doing.
chatter box. mindless chatter. chatter is always awkward. chit chat chatter. i heard that chatter over there!!!
Chatter is all I hear when I’m studying, I wish people would be quiet. I hate chatter, it’s so annoying.
I stood looking out the window for a while. I had always been a loner, getting irritated by the constant nattering of others. But now that it seemed that I was alone… I missed their idle chatter.
Sounds like Twitter. Like a tweet. Some lame new Facebook or social network style thing. Speaking of that, that movie was terrible. He only did FB to get girls. How many more seconds do I have? I love you. You are my best friend. Seriously. I want to marry you and have babiez.
It was non stop. The sound of the voices all around. Talking on their cell phones or, more rarely, to each other, about boyfriends and appointments and a host of other mundane things. I wished it would stop.
“Ohmigod look it’s them!”
“Ohmigod and they’re–”
*squeal~*
“No way!”
“I know!”
He gave her an apologetic glance and kissed her cheek as his hand slipped from hers. “All right, you two, move along. Nothing to see here.”
She nodded rapidly, her face bright red. “No, no. Nothing at all.” She cringed inwardly at the high pitch of her voice, and again as the girls screamed and ran off giggling.
The sound was filling the room…quickly, soon the entire room would know. It was my fault all those people died. I lead them on a wild goose chase, and…I had known where my sister was the entire time. Hiding in the cabinet in the kitchen. Not into the woods.
The chatter filled her mind, blocking out all logical thought. It was the voices, again. They were back. She couldn’t think, couldn’t hear herself over their endless chatter…
chatter she never quiets, she never shuts up and her chatter, it buzzes in my ears and spirals through my brain and oh, her chatter, her chatter, can she quiet herself, can she calm herself, can she lose herself in her chatter my chatter her heart entwined in her mouth and her words abuzz.
Everyone knows the chatter. The one that won’t stop talking. Usually, that’s me. So it’s a refreshing when I find someone who wants to chat more than I do. I like to listen too. So then we chat, we bounce off of each other, we allow the ideas to flow and we get to see more into the depths of another mind.