i can’t speak anymore. nor can i see. i am losing my sense of feeling- my fingertips are worn down. nothing tastes good- but what was bad now tastes good. i am fading completely.
Christie
a mute is some one who can not speak. they try to in vein. they are not the best singers.
tend to stay to them selves.
they might use sign language, but most are too lazy.
the mute are mute so who cares…
doot
sometimes i want to be mute. sometimes i am mute. my mind goes to fast and my words just can’t keep up. i always find myself being asked questions when i’m not ready to answer. i don’t think i’d want to be mute forever, but i wish sometimes, it was acceptable, to just keep quiet, be mute…even just for a moment. stop expecting answers.
k.
silence silly no sound why am i defining the word? the mute button on my remote control is never used. or should i say RARELY… nah never. NEVER used. why? because i like sound. and i cant lipread. i suppose getting into lipreading would be pretty fun, then i can be like all those flash bang whizz detectives on tv
Cathy
That one day, that one day was the day that I saw the mute. He looked so lost in the world and was so…tranquil. I didn’t understand it and I always wondered what it would be like to be mute. He had taught himself to hear, somehow, but I have no idea how…
Skylar H. (12)
i think of tvs it also kinda reminds me of rick springfield, because “the point is probably moot” its a cool looking word too, could be short for a name for the x-men boobs are fun too but they are not the same as mute, better but not the same im almost out fo time peace bitches seacrest out.
The Diesel Train
…thinking, not talking. thinking, to yourself, with your own thoughts, no one to hear them, only you. therefore honest, sincere, unless you’re fooling yourself. it is such a freedom to be mute. you don’t have to deal with judgement or worry. you only have yourself to answer to. why not be mute?
Sarah
After talking all day I didn’t want to hear myself anymore. Blahing. Blahing. Blahing. I ran home in the snow, my feet getting wet and I was all sweaty. Salt was pouring from my forhead into my mouth. I kicked my door in, breaking the hinges and slipped on the linoleum, breaking my wrist. I poured cold water from the tap and dunked my head underneath the surface.
Cory
Perhaps i can press a button, and
mute their constant bickering voices.
i will mute his anger.
i will mute his yells.
i will mute the words that project a world of anguish.
i will mute myself.
i will mute my pain.
describle
asf
sd
people who can’t hear or speak
Anonymous
TV, not listening, miming, being really really really quiet, muting your music when someone walks in, being a mute must stink, reminds me of the mime in Germany who creeped me out, but it would make you be a lot more aware of your senses
katie
I found myself articulating for the first time in my life. all the sound I emitted were but grumbles, yet I felt divinely possessed. as if grumbles were better than speaking. As if god spoke in grumbles. Mute I am not. I can speak in tongues.
Sam
silence. nothing but silence. not even the sound of it. it’s funny how we long for peace in our overly noisy world, but when you finally get what you want, it is a scary place to be.
mary ann
the air was quiet and still, unlike at the castle where it was light and… airy. here it was just silent, mute–like his ears had been plugged. it drove him slightly insane and the feeling at the pit of his stomach wasnt makeing anthing any better.
om.ghayy@hotmail.com
To be mute is the greatest of penalties in life. To unable to express yourself, to create the joy of song or poetry is a terror. Muteness in anything should be avoided. Practice what liberties of speech you have while you can.
Luke
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citrus
your not allowed to talk. by any means.
k
after you everything else is on mute to me. i dont hear anyone else. its like i dont listen to what anyone has to say. i just keep thinking of you and listening to myself and cant stop thinking dreaming and missing you. everything is muted.
jessmae
speechless
monica
i was sitting at a coffe shop when i was asked the most important question of my life. i was horrified knowing i couldnt explain the answer because i was mute. i couldnt write because it would take to long….sad.
not
I’ve been sleeping a lot lately, and I have dreams where I can’t speak. Or I can speak but people can’t hear me, or won’t hear me. I feel like you’ve muted me. Maybe just temporarily, but it’s scary and it hurts. Not only have I been muted, but you’ve turned up the volume on everybody else around me. I’m drowning in all of the noise. Even if I do manage to create a noise, you can’t hear it over the din. I used to be the only thing turned on, and you’d listen to me for hours, everyday. And now I’ve been muted. I can’t manage to make a sound anymore.
Sophie
horns, not points, muffled, blared soft, unbright MMmmmms, and ahhhsss, the silver blink with lids down. i smooth some fabric on my lap.
lynn b.
i pressed mute on the keyboard on accident today while listening to michael jackson. i was trying to clean colorful chalk dust off of my computer, because i’m an art student and i love creating and can’t contain myself to only making art in the art building. therefore, my electronics suffer.
raychle
Mute. I wish the button on the remote worked during conversation in real life. That or everyone was a mute. A lot less speaking a lot more truth.
Andrew
Mute is when you have to be quite. Usually i press mute on my television when I am on an important phone call talking about something extremely exciting, devastating, or news breaking.
JAnelle
why have you shut up? talk to me. seriously, i know you are able. don’t shut up. If you say something, something can be fixed. I promise. All it takes is for you to open your mouth and then i can t
Anonymous
Whenever you don’t want to listen to commercials on the television. Wishing that some people had a mute button. A person who cannot speak. When you want silence you hit the mute button.
Emily Warwick
Don’t speak I can not talk. The world does not listen. Tape over my mouth. I feel trapped in my own head. The words do not reach out to the air. I wish I could say how I feel…..
Julie H.
quiet, silent, visual, no volume, disturbing in some situations, calming in others
cristina
mute is my mind, some days.
I can’t seem to keep the wheels turning on those days
Anonymous
I wish I were mute because then I wouldn’t have to defend myself from anyone. Every decision, thought, action could instantly be justified by the fact that I’m not normal. The ultimate get out of jail free card from life. You don’t have to argue, you don’t have to agree, you just live blissfully silent in your own world of sweet neuron synapses.
Travis
mute. thats all i can be in awkward situations. i really hate when i come up with something clever to say fifteen minutes later. like when someone inadvertently insults you or excludes you, like someone asking someone if they want to talk in private when you are the only person in the room. i stay mute. i walk away.
kourtney
……chhhhhhh….static…mute
Rachel
She was mute. He had no idea. He thought she was shy. He really liked her, he hated that she was so silent. At first he thought that she was being mysterious, but now he just thought she was being extremely rude.
Jo.
mute makes me think of mute math a band that played a song on the twilight soundtrack. i went through a phase this summer when i was obsessed with it especially robert pattinson much like any heterosexual 20-something i believe i kind of like getting really intensely into things for a bit and feel passionate about them it makes me feel alive
olivia
i hate when the t.v is muted and i’m trying to watch the ball game but it is the dopest sheit ever to come out the controler. but at the same time the wackest
cole
Genetic mutation leads to deaf, dumb and blind mice whose muted footfall is definitely heard by the cat.
Joe Barbagallo
I’m mute when my life has no consequences. Taken along for the ride, like driftwood in the tide. When everything is white and black and black and white. Sometimes I wish I was mute.
Quiet.
Willing.
Wishing.
Waiting.
Hoping.
tired.
Mute.
i can’t speak anymore. nor can i see. i am losing my sense of feeling- my fingertips are worn down. nothing tastes good- but what was bad now tastes good. i am fading completely.
a mute is some one who can not speak. they try to in vein. they are not the best singers.
tend to stay to them selves.
they might use sign language, but most are too lazy.
the mute are mute so who cares…
sometimes i want to be mute. sometimes i am mute. my mind goes to fast and my words just can’t keep up. i always find myself being asked questions when i’m not ready to answer. i don’t think i’d want to be mute forever, but i wish sometimes, it was acceptable, to just keep quiet, be mute…even just for a moment. stop expecting answers.
silence silly no sound why am i defining the word? the mute button on my remote control is never used. or should i say RARELY… nah never. NEVER used. why? because i like sound. and i cant lipread. i suppose getting into lipreading would be pretty fun, then i can be like all those flash bang whizz detectives on tv
That one day, that one day was the day that I saw the mute. He looked so lost in the world and was so…tranquil. I didn’t understand it and I always wondered what it would be like to be mute. He had taught himself to hear, somehow, but I have no idea how…
i think of tvs it also kinda reminds me of rick springfield, because “the point is probably moot” its a cool looking word too, could be short for a name for the x-men boobs are fun too but they are not the same as mute, better but not the same im almost out fo time peace bitches seacrest out.
…thinking, not talking. thinking, to yourself, with your own thoughts, no one to hear them, only you. therefore honest, sincere, unless you’re fooling yourself. it is such a freedom to be mute. you don’t have to deal with judgement or worry. you only have yourself to answer to. why not be mute?
After talking all day I didn’t want to hear myself anymore. Blahing. Blahing. Blahing. I ran home in the snow, my feet getting wet and I was all sweaty. Salt was pouring from my forhead into my mouth. I kicked my door in, breaking the hinges and slipped on the linoleum, breaking my wrist. I poured cold water from the tap and dunked my head underneath the surface.
Perhaps i can press a button, and
mute their constant bickering voices.
i will mute his anger.
i will mute his yells.
i will mute the words that project a world of anguish.
i will mute myself.
i will mute my pain.
asf
people who can’t hear or speak
TV, not listening, miming, being really really really quiet, muting your music when someone walks in, being a mute must stink, reminds me of the mime in Germany who creeped me out, but it would make you be a lot more aware of your senses
I found myself articulating for the first time in my life. all the sound I emitted were but grumbles, yet I felt divinely possessed. as if grumbles were better than speaking. As if god spoke in grumbles. Mute I am not. I can speak in tongues.
silence. nothing but silence. not even the sound of it. it’s funny how we long for peace in our overly noisy world, but when you finally get what you want, it is a scary place to be.
the air was quiet and still, unlike at the castle where it was light and… airy. here it was just silent, mute–like his ears had been plugged. it drove him slightly insane and the feeling at the pit of his stomach wasnt makeing anthing any better.
To be mute is the greatest of penalties in life. To unable to express yourself, to create the joy of song or poetry is a terror. Muteness in anything should be avoided. Practice what liberties of speech you have while you can.
…
your not allowed to talk. by any means.
after you everything else is on mute to me. i dont hear anyone else. its like i dont listen to what anyone has to say. i just keep thinking of you and listening to myself and cant stop thinking dreaming and missing you. everything is muted.
speechless
i was sitting at a coffe shop when i was asked the most important question of my life. i was horrified knowing i couldnt explain the answer because i was mute. i couldnt write because it would take to long….sad.
I’ve been sleeping a lot lately, and I have dreams where I can’t speak. Or I can speak but people can’t hear me, or won’t hear me. I feel like you’ve muted me. Maybe just temporarily, but it’s scary and it hurts. Not only have I been muted, but you’ve turned up the volume on everybody else around me. I’m drowning in all of the noise. Even if I do manage to create a noise, you can’t hear it over the din. I used to be the only thing turned on, and you’d listen to me for hours, everyday. And now I’ve been muted. I can’t manage to make a sound anymore.
horns, not points, muffled, blared soft, unbright MMmmmms, and ahhhsss, the silver blink with lids down. i smooth some fabric on my lap.
i pressed mute on the keyboard on accident today while listening to michael jackson. i was trying to clean colorful chalk dust off of my computer, because i’m an art student and i love creating and can’t contain myself to only making art in the art building. therefore, my electronics suffer.
Mute. I wish the button on the remote worked during conversation in real life. That or everyone was a mute. A lot less speaking a lot more truth.
Mute is when you have to be quite. Usually i press mute on my television when I am on an important phone call talking about something extremely exciting, devastating, or news breaking.
why have you shut up? talk to me. seriously, i know you are able. don’t shut up. If you say something, something can be fixed. I promise. All it takes is for you to open your mouth and then i can t
Whenever you don’t want to listen to commercials on the television. Wishing that some people had a mute button. A person who cannot speak. When you want silence you hit the mute button.
Don’t speak I can not talk. The world does not listen. Tape over my mouth. I feel trapped in my own head. The words do not reach out to the air. I wish I could say how I feel…..
quiet, silent, visual, no volume, disturbing in some situations, calming in others
mute is my mind, some days.
I can’t seem to keep the wheels turning on those days
I wish I were mute because then I wouldn’t have to defend myself from anyone. Every decision, thought, action could instantly be justified by the fact that I’m not normal. The ultimate get out of jail free card from life. You don’t have to argue, you don’t have to agree, you just live blissfully silent in your own world of sweet neuron synapses.
mute. thats all i can be in awkward situations. i really hate when i come up with something clever to say fifteen minutes later. like when someone inadvertently insults you or excludes you, like someone asking someone if they want to talk in private when you are the only person in the room. i stay mute. i walk away.
……chhhhhhh….static…mute
She was mute. He had no idea. He thought she was shy. He really liked her, he hated that she was so silent. At first he thought that she was being mysterious, but now he just thought she was being extremely rude.
mute makes me think of mute math a band that played a song on the twilight soundtrack. i went through a phase this summer when i was obsessed with it especially robert pattinson much like any heterosexual 20-something i believe i kind of like getting really intensely into things for a bit and feel passionate about them it makes me feel alive
i hate when the t.v is muted and i’m trying to watch the ball game but it is the dopest sheit ever to come out the controler. but at the same time the wackest
Genetic mutation leads to deaf, dumb and blind mice whose muted footfall is definitely heard by the cat.
I’m mute when my life has no consequences. Taken along for the ride, like driftwood in the tide. When everything is white and black and black and white. Sometimes I wish I was mute.