Nero stepped gingerly around the pucker brush and leaned into the fence. They perked up for a second, hearing the crackle, then calmed, one dog nuzzling against the others fur. So nice, he thought, so likeable, these dogs when they’re not barking and nipping and yapping and keeping me up. He peeled the meat from the baggie and tossed it over the fence, careful to wipe his hands on his pants before lighting a cigarette.
There is silence in my head. In the spaces between me and you. In between the covers. In the corners of our house and all the secret spaces. I can’t stop trying to seek them out. Fill them up. Make them mean something more than “Don’t know how to say….don’t know what to say”. Please help me find a way out of this distance. This silence.
The silence is overwhelming in his natural state.
It can transcend everything that surrounds me.
It’s in the silence that I found myself, is in the silence that i can hear my mind beat.
It’s in the silence when I finally breathe.
Pure and total silence–an ideal setting if you want the anxiety to kick in. Why else do you think I stare at a phone every moment of stillness that I encounter?
Silence speaks the most. Two lovers talk in silence. Conversations occur in silence. It’s the most beautiful and awkward thing ever. Things happen due to absence of words. Some good and some bad. Time passes like the stream in silence. Silence is the one who reminds you the way the time passes.
silence is fucking me up. no voice. no connection. only void and misdirection and loneliness and depression.
Beeernon
The students were having a good time in class, their teacher has not come on time and they stating make noise. Then came a voice thundering silence, which was followed by a silence
on a party on my home, the guys had silenced because the news on the tv.
leandra fernandes
There was only pulsing silence. She stood up and walked quietly around the house, her feet barely making noise against the repainted wood. Empty. The furniture was gone. Most of the dishes were gone. They were gone. She sat quietly in the middle of the living room. She leaned back on her hands and looked from floor to ceiling. Tears began to fall.
…was all she heard after she stopped breathing. A calm, oppressive state that suspended her in eternity. Silence overtook her. And would always be, from now on, the friend at her shoulder. The one last voice whispering in her head.
Clock
There was a moment of silence, a hands-sweating, neck-shaking moment of silence, after the announcer stated, “And now, the Prom Queen is-” And it was in that moment of silence that I looked over at Sydney, and Sydney looked over at Dana, and even though its kind of impossible to have a three-way look, I think we shared one. And I think smiles are the loudest thing in the world because they set off all this singing in your ears, and because happiness is so noisy, I didn’t even hear the name the announcer said. And I was happy anyway.
It’s the most defeaning sound and the most confusing. It can be joyous or lonely. it’s devastating and preserving at the same time.
John Michael Elritz Gallo
They all stood around not looking at the bodies in horror, but at the same time there was a sense of understanding that resinated with everyone. The sense of discontent cut the silence like train barreling through the night.
There was only silence when I told her and then she bent over in her chair keening and daviting quietly. I went to her and rested my hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it away. It was over
Silence is important to meditate. In silence we are able to think better. Silence also help ous to connect with GOD.
Sa
Once she stumbled off the main road into the forest, the silence was absolute. The trees muffled the sound of the traffic from the highway, and she felt that she had entered a bubble of sanity, a sacred space. She placed her pack under a tree and sat in one of the rays of sunlight streaming down into the forest floor.
Silence is golden. Really? I don’t agree. Because at times it leads to piling up of feelings, anger and frustration with no way to vent them out. Always speak your mind. Always make sure you place your happiness above others because you can never make everyone happy.
Pallavi Singh
a tempest of silence, my friend has sped,
lettering a hollow spear on the tip of the wind,
dust, gust,
our destines blow toward their own destiny
the heart valve pumps the blood needed for brain
to register
whats
right
what
feels
right
Where are if were not in the right now?
Draw not a parabla, draw a venn diagram
pros battling the cons
I look at the antenna and hope this works. *Please, let it be enough to amplify the signal.*
“What did you say?” He looks at me strangely. His eyes fixate on my lips. I keep them pressed together firmly. This is how it must be. There is no other way to test the silence.
*I’m a freak. Do you understand me now?*
It dawns on him what I’m doing; that he’s not hearing with his ears for once.
I sat down on the back porch to think. It is dark and warm. I am drawn to the night. I walk out into the street, to the back of the house and disappear into the quiet, waiting forest.
yakh
is what happens when i see you with her. i get so frustrated. so angry. so sad. you should be with me, yet you are with her. i love you, did you know? even if you did im sre you wouldn’t care. you gave me empty promises now i am in empty room with an empty heart because you stole everything that was within me and my beating heart.
is what happens when i see you with her, i get upset, anrgy frustrated. i love you yet you love her. i know its wrong but i hope everyday that you two part ways. i need you. come back to me please. jeremy.
lex
Turning the radio on just to occupy the mind with anything other than the empty silence of judgement.
A darkness night i’m alone with the moon in the sky i’m looking to the stars, waiting hear a voice of that, you know what !! the voice of the silence!! yeah really it’s weird!! …
the voice which take you away from the real life to your only world the silence that leave me returner all my day with myself and i try to know that if is it good or bad and how could i correct it, how i should do next time! what is the course of that!
most of us see that we do not talk to ourselves but i can’t accept that, because if it doesn’t exist we do not find the point 0 of the voices which is silence…..
romi maiss
Silence can be golden, and it can be a burden. Silence tends to be relaxing to the human mind, but when one is left alone for too long, it can become a torturous burden. No more sound is being emitted to the ears except a high pitched ringing, that makes the listener wonder if it’s even real.
Bryn Gibson
without noise with poise this word is something but is really nothing. or is it. so keep it golden, keep it secret. it is always safe. often misunderstood. mistaken? No. Silence is the edge of noise, beyond, a canyon of space. This lack of sound is truth. Truth incomprehensible. Keep it close to the heart.
Ryan Bourgart
Silence is making no sound, hearing no sound. Just it is a status or mood you’re in. F**ck what is this thing. I’m trying it with no pressure for sure but nonsense this is. I have to admit, I’m kinda enjoying it.
ooo
Ah>>> silence is good…golden. But not so much when you have silence all the time. When my kids where young…I wanted that precious silence. Now…I sometime wish for that noise just one more time.
Ann DeHaven
The waitress in the burning restaurant — Hell’s Kitchen — served all the words she’d said in anger and contempt through out her life. No hot sauce, no salt and pepper, no spices, not even a glass of water to wash them down with. There’d be enough for eternity the waitress said.
The entire crowd was stunned into silence when I walked onstage. At first, I wasn’t quite sure why, but then I remembered the crusty layers of red that had been meticulously applied to the left side of my forehead, dark residue appearing to drop down my cheek and toward my flailing open mouth. I heard one young audience member draw in her breath like she was about to dive into a ravine. I, the dying hero, smiled and jumped into my lines, even as my head was meant to be spit open.
Belinda Roddie
or i will smash this watermelon into your face said the evil tenant to the winchesters. while he got closer to the kitchen door with a look of miserable cruelty and pain over the broken jar that contained the secret meth he was selling
daniel valovis
Silence is a beautiful thing. It can haunt, excite, make one feel unspoken emotion. Finding silence is a treasure.
Nero stepped gingerly around the pucker brush and leaned into the fence. They perked up for a second, hearing the crackle, then calmed, one dog nuzzling against the others fur. So nice, he thought, so likeable, these dogs when they’re not barking and nipping and yapping and keeping me up. He peeled the meat from the baggie and tossed it over the fence, careful to wipe his hands on his pants before lighting a cigarette.
There is silence in my head. In the spaces between me and you. In between the covers. In the corners of our house and all the secret spaces. I can’t stop trying to seek them out. Fill them up. Make them mean something more than “Don’t know how to say….don’t know what to say”. Please help me find a way out of this distance. This silence.
The silence is overwhelming in his natural state.
It can transcend everything that surrounds me.
It’s in the silence that I found myself, is in the silence that i can hear my mind beat.
It’s in the silence when I finally breathe.
quiet, sitting still, thingking, alone, empty
Pure and total silence–an ideal setting if you want the anxiety to kick in. Why else do you think I stare at a phone every moment of stillness that I encounter?
Silence speaks the most. Two lovers talk in silence. Conversations occur in silence. It’s the most beautiful and awkward thing ever. Things happen due to absence of words. Some good and some bad. Time passes like the stream in silence. Silence is the one who reminds you the way the time passes.
Silence. Nothingness. Empty. Black. Silence can be happiness. Silence can be a Killer. Bloom. Heartache. End.
it is all that i could hear. disappointments. disconnection. what can i do other than just being swallowed by this void. fuck.
silence is fucking me up. no voice. no connection. only void and misdirection and loneliness and depression.
The students were having a good time in class, their teacher has not come on time and they stating make noise. Then came a voice thundering silence, which was followed by a silence
on a party on my home, the guys had silenced because the news on the tv.
There was only pulsing silence. She stood up and walked quietly around the house, her feet barely making noise against the repainted wood. Empty. The furniture was gone. Most of the dishes were gone. They were gone. She sat quietly in the middle of the living room. She leaned back on her hands and looked from floor to ceiling. Tears began to fall.
…was all she heard after she stopped breathing. A calm, oppressive state that suspended her in eternity. Silence overtook her. And would always be, from now on, the friend at her shoulder. The one last voice whispering in her head.
There was a moment of silence, a hands-sweating, neck-shaking moment of silence, after the announcer stated, “And now, the Prom Queen is-” And it was in that moment of silence that I looked over at Sydney, and Sydney looked over at Dana, and even though its kind of impossible to have a three-way look, I think we shared one. And I think smiles are the loudest thing in the world because they set off all this singing in your ears, and because happiness is so noisy, I didn’t even hear the name the announcer said. And I was happy anyway.
It’s the most defeaning sound and the most confusing. It can be joyous or lonely. it’s devastating and preserving at the same time.
They all stood around not looking at the bodies in horror, but at the same time there was a sense of understanding that resinated with everyone. The sense of discontent cut the silence like train barreling through the night.
There was only silence when I told her and then she bent over in her chair keening and daviting quietly. I went to her and rested my hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it away. It was over
Silence is the second chance of Voice. Its a echo, so powerful yet subtle.
its the echo of silence that does the wonders. The sound of Silence as magical as the mist…the breeze….the mountains.
Less like a well than a blanket
soft and muffling
sometimes warm and
sometimes suffocating
Sometimes craved
others, cast aside
to the greatest relief
Silence is important to meditate. In silence we are able to think better. Silence also help ous to connect with GOD.
Once she stumbled off the main road into the forest, the silence was absolute. The trees muffled the sound of the traffic from the highway, and she felt that she had entered a bubble of sanity, a sacred space. She placed her pack under a tree and sat in one of the rays of sunlight streaming down into the forest floor.
Silence is golden. Really? I don’t agree. Because at times it leads to piling up of feelings, anger and frustration with no way to vent them out. Always speak your mind. Always make sure you place your happiness above others because you can never make everyone happy.
a tempest of silence, my friend has sped,
lettering a hollow spear on the tip of the wind,
dust, gust,
our destines blow toward their own destiny
the heart valve pumps the blood needed for brain
to register
whats
right
what
feels
right
Where are if were not in the right now?
Draw not a parabla, draw a venn diagram
pros battling the cons
I look at the antenna and hope this works. *Please, let it be enough to amplify the signal.*
“What did you say?” He looks at me strangely. His eyes fixate on my lips. I keep them pressed together firmly. This is how it must be. There is no other way to test the silence.
*I’m a freak. Do you understand me now?*
It dawns on him what I’m doing; that he’s not hearing with his ears for once.
I sat down on the back porch to think. It is dark and warm. I am drawn to the night. I walk out into the street, to the back of the house and disappear into the quiet, waiting forest.
is what happens when i see you with her. i get so frustrated. so angry. so sad. you should be with me, yet you are with her. i love you, did you know? even if you did im sre you wouldn’t care. you gave me empty promises now i am in empty room with an empty heart because you stole everything that was within me and my beating heart.
is what happens when i see you with her, i get upset, anrgy frustrated. i love you yet you love her. i know its wrong but i hope everyday that you two part ways. i need you. come back to me please. jeremy.
Turning the radio on just to occupy the mind with anything other than the empty silence of judgement.
A darkness night i’m alone with the moon in the sky i’m looking to the stars, waiting hear a voice of that, you know what !! the voice of the silence!! yeah really it’s weird!! …
the voice which take you away from the real life to your only world the silence that leave me returner all my day with myself and i try to know that if is it good or bad and how could i correct it, how i should do next time! what is the course of that!
most of us see that we do not talk to ourselves but i can’t accept that, because if it doesn’t exist we do not find the point 0 of the voices which is silence…..
Silence can be golden, and it can be a burden. Silence tends to be relaxing to the human mind, but when one is left alone for too long, it can become a torturous burden. No more sound is being emitted to the ears except a high pitched ringing, that makes the listener wonder if it’s even real.
without noise with poise this word is something but is really nothing. or is it. so keep it golden, keep it secret. it is always safe. often misunderstood. mistaken? No. Silence is the edge of noise, beyond, a canyon of space. This lack of sound is truth. Truth incomprehensible. Keep it close to the heart.
Silence is making no sound, hearing no sound. Just it is a status or mood you’re in. F**ck what is this thing. I’m trying it with no pressure for sure but nonsense this is. I have to admit, I’m kinda enjoying it.
Ah>>> silence is good…golden. But not so much when you have silence all the time. When my kids where young…I wanted that precious silence. Now…I sometime wish for that noise just one more time.
The waitress in the burning restaurant — Hell’s Kitchen — served all the words she’d said in anger and contempt through out her life. No hot sauce, no salt and pepper, no spices, not even a glass of water to wash them down with. There’d be enough for eternity the waitress said.
silence
Sometimes, silence is easier. How do people think with all the noise? Stillness is hard to find.
The entire crowd was stunned into silence when I walked onstage. At first, I wasn’t quite sure why, but then I remembered the crusty layers of red that had been meticulously applied to the left side of my forehead, dark residue appearing to drop down my cheek and toward my flailing open mouth. I heard one young audience member draw in her breath like she was about to dive into a ravine. I, the dying hero, smiled and jumped into my lines, even as my head was meant to be spit open.
or i will smash this watermelon into your face said the evil tenant to the winchesters. while he got closer to the kitchen door with a look of miserable cruelty and pain over the broken jar that contained the secret meth he was selling
Silence is a beautiful thing. It can haunt, excite, make one feel unspoken emotion. Finding silence is a treasure.