I will always wonder, but I will never ask.
I’ll bury my doubts underneath this mask.
I’ll believe in myself for trusting in you,
So I can only blame myself when the illusion falls through.
The sound of her heels, click, click,click, as she walked down the hall. Even after she turned the corner I could still hear the soft sound of her heels echo down the long corridor.
The sound of her heels, click, click,click, as she walked down the hallway. Even after she turned the corner I could still hear the soft sound of her heels.
I can’t decide what my favorite sound is. I love music so I guess I like the sound of instruments playing together in a melody, but I also like the sounds of nature;the wind rustling through the trees, birds chirping. The best sounds are those that move you in the inside. I guess those are my favorite.
the sound of a filtering, whirring laptop, the rapid flow of water through pipes along the wall, sliding through the corners.
alison
i love music. music is the most important thing in the world. it helps. sound is a part of it. i really feel with those people who cant hear anything, i couldnt imagine myself.
Kristian
The sound surrounded and filled the room. I gently close my eyes, my head dancing and swaying to the quiet beat. What a beautiful melody.
ing off…please don’t let me show you who i am when the lights turn on and the record stops playing.
s like urn… what you’ll feel if you force me to check your lower self.
Noelle
it hurts, the sound. it makes me upset and i cover my ears. it is deafening as i don’t want to hear it any longer. i close my eyes and i scream but no one can hear it over the sound. i cry. i beg for mercy. what is going on, why is this happening? help me someone. i think that i am going to die as it just gets louder. than all the sound is gone. silence.
I can’t handle silence. I don’t know why, but I’ve always liked a little bit of noise. If I’m in a silent environment, I immediately start playing music.
Am I over-exposed and over-stimulated? Not really, as the sounds that I’m used to simply comfort me.
It was so quiet all around about me, in the moment I could not hear a sound, save the raising and lowering of my breath against a harsh winters gust. The wind, so silent, chilled me to the core, and I hurriedly
stepped toward the sanctuary that awaited me.
linda carlson
my heart breaking. intonations you didn’t know existed. you learn something new everyday #Sound
The Thinker
it hurts the sound. it makes me upset and i cover my ears. it is deafening as i don’t want to hear it any longer. i close my eyes and i scream but no one can hear it over the sound. i cry. i beg for mercy. what is going on, why is this happening? help me someone. i think that i am going to die as it just gets louder. than all the sound is gone. silence.
Shannon
the ever present idea that we are con strained in our ability to see beauty but by the grace of our eyes. Yet our minds use it to create the greatest imagery we could never imagine. We are as beholden to it as it is to us…
faisal
The sound of her voice came like a winter chill on the backs of our necks. “Time to come in,” my mother shouted. She did not know that we were far beyond our front yard by now–we were in the land of Oz, the battleships of space, the adventures of the raging seas. So much travel can come with the drop of a few flakes of snow, and the mind the warming minds of curious travelers, children once were called but adventurers we became.
The sound of anything can trigger emotions. Sounds could potentially be stronger than sight. In movies its what makes the suspense, its what makes us fearful, and saves our lives. Yes, saves our lives, for example when we cross roads, and most importantly its what we could connect to right from the womb. The sound of lullaby’s and our mothers voice were our first connections to the world we live in and something that stays with most of us throughout our lives.
Lauren Woodfin
A sound echoed through the house. How could it be? She was home alone. Could any one else be in the home? She heard it again. A pitter patter that only lasted a few seconds. A scraping noise echoed through the large house. Who could it be?
Sabrina Tolley
sound is cool. sound is music. music is life. thats all there is to it.. sound is therefore, life. without sound the world would be so silent and sad. without sound how would you life be affected? next time you hear an annoying sound and want it to go away consider how quiet the world would be without it.
madeleine
They thought that just because she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t do anything. Most of the time they were right. She just lied in bed, unable to make a sound. She couldn’t make sound, but she could listen. Oh, how she listened.
With the hit and the stroke
The lap and the pull
The sound hit the shore.
Fingers and foam
Carved names on the sand,
Leaving small reminders
For footprints and the birds.
constantly in the office, outside, everywhere. blah blah blah blah. sound is good when it is peaceful.. ocean has the most beautiful sound in the world. i could not live without sound. sound is a way to communicate with the ones i love. i love music which is also sound.
Ashley
It reverberated through me. The sound quenched my thirst and settled pre-existing fears with in my soul. Only you could of known the fate of that dreaded night. Rain crashed upon the rivers stones. The stream gushed and roared around us, all else was a muffled second thought in comparison. It was you and I. Our chilled breath wafting away in the breeze, words were unneeded. I knew you were my maker, and this to be our last moments. A planted kiss on my forehead signaled your goodbye, and sailing down that river, I died.
It is the foundation and motivation of my creation. It is what paints the picture of the emotion felt at that given time. I hear you. I feel you. I understand you. More importantly…I like you.
The sound of mouths
barking back and forth
jabbing, laughing
dripping of gossip, slander
BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.
How can someone live
constantly smearing garbage?
They talk about everyone
when they themselves
can never be happy again.
The sound faded then grew stronger. Was it something from outside? Peeking out the window the small girl tried but failed to see what was causing the heart stopping noise.
Cate Write
The sound of your voice.
What is the last sound I will hear?
sound of waves and of life of insects crawling and singing trees the wind whispering sounds of love to the lake and the fish who are soundless except in their minds the quit sound of snow falling and the loud sound of love in the spring when the earth grows agian
cora
There’s nothing like the sound of laughter. Hers was like bells on the seaside. No, there’s nothing like the sound of the girl you love when she’s happy.
Pro stupid
These vibrating embers,
slipping into the crescent shell
sliding through darkness and fissures.
Setting sparks to the mind,
shivering, awake.
Letting forth tiny bubbles of warmth.
The feeling will slide down flesh and through veins,
releasing light through fingertips.
Please don’t cease. I don’t need this release.
The build up is fine.
Danni Whoachick
The sound of the waves has always relaxed her, soothed her. It reminds her of the sunny north carolina town on the water where she grew up. And now, even as she sits on the beach half way across the world in Australia, she stills feels like she’s at home.
the sound of a heart sinking. did you hear that? did you hear all hope give way and land in the pit that is nothing/everything and forever. did you hear dreams get lost? did you hear me lose it all?
CRACK.
BANG.
POW.
The sounds of things breaking,
of things falling apart.
But the worst sound of all
is the silence
when there is nothing left
to collapse.
Maura
The sound of silence. Sound of Music. Sound, noise, music. One man’s sound is another man’s music — John Cage. TIme’s out. How did that happen.
Sound. what i first heard as a babe that inspired me to become a musician. that sound…. anything, hearing water drop from the sky, or jay-z being on the radio. it was, inspiring, life changing. it’s hard to relate that with anything else because nothing else makes me feel that alive.
Johnathan Ulloa
Well sound is a multitude of things, such as music, or just something that is typing on your computer. Sound is a very interesting thing to hear, because not everyone can hear, you have the privilege of hearing something amazing or even something terrible but then you know that you wouldn’t want to hear that terrible thing again.
Echo in my ear. Resonate all around me. Don’t ever stop. Keep my alive. Tell me a story. Lift me. I don’t to be on the ground. I want to be high. And infinite…
Bri
sound. what i first heard that inspired me to become a musician. that sound…. anything, hearing water drop from the sky, or jay-z being on the radio. it was, inspiring, life changing. it’s hard to relate that with anything else because nothing else makes me feel that alive.
Johnathan Ulloa
Sound can be a beautiful thing. It can also be painful. Sound has the ability to stir up emotions within us. Sounds can bring back memories or haunt our nightmares. Sounds crazy.
Sound is everything, it can be really annoying or really cool. Coming from a kid it can vary from many different things as to what you can get. But I think that the ability to hear the sound is awesome because people have special talents that not everyone has and they are allowed to share it with people giving them that sound.
I will always wonder, but I will never ask.
I’ll bury my doubts underneath this mask.
I’ll believe in myself for trusting in you,
So I can only blame myself when the illusion falls through.
The sound of her heels, click, click,click, as she walked down the hall. Even after she turned the corner I could still hear the soft sound of her heels echo down the long corridor.
The sound of her heels, click, click,click, as she walked down the hallway. Even after she turned the corner I could still hear the soft sound of her heels.
I can’t decide what my favorite sound is. I love music so I guess I like the sound of instruments playing together in a melody, but I also like the sounds of nature;the wind rustling through the trees, birds chirping. The best sounds are those that move you in the inside. I guess those are my favorite.
the sound of a filtering, whirring laptop, the rapid flow of water through pipes along the wall, sliding through the corners.
i love music. music is the most important thing in the world. it helps. sound is a part of it. i really feel with those people who cant hear anything, i couldnt imagine myself.
The sound surrounded and filled the room. I gently close my eyes, my head dancing and swaying to the quiet beat. What a beautiful melody.
ing off…please don’t let me show you who i am when the lights turn on and the record stops playing.
s like urn… what you’ll feel if you force me to check your lower self.
it hurts, the sound. it makes me upset and i cover my ears. it is deafening as i don’t want to hear it any longer. i close my eyes and i scream but no one can hear it over the sound. i cry. i beg for mercy. what is going on, why is this happening? help me someone. i think that i am going to die as it just gets louder. than all the sound is gone. silence.
I can’t handle silence. I don’t know why, but I’ve always liked a little bit of noise. If I’m in a silent environment, I immediately start playing music.
Am I over-exposed and over-stimulated? Not really, as the sounds that I’m used to simply comfort me.
It was so quiet all around about me, in the moment I could not hear a sound, save the raising and lowering of my breath against a harsh winters gust. The wind, so silent, chilled me to the core, and I hurriedly
stepped toward the sanctuary that awaited me.
my heart breaking. intonations you didn’t know existed. you learn something new everyday #Sound
it hurts the sound. it makes me upset and i cover my ears. it is deafening as i don’t want to hear it any longer. i close my eyes and i scream but no one can hear it over the sound. i cry. i beg for mercy. what is going on, why is this happening? help me someone. i think that i am going to die as it just gets louder. than all the sound is gone. silence.
the ever present idea that we are con strained in our ability to see beauty but by the grace of our eyes. Yet our minds use it to create the greatest imagery we could never imagine. We are as beholden to it as it is to us…
The sound of her voice came like a winter chill on the backs of our necks. “Time to come in,” my mother shouted. She did not know that we were far beyond our front yard by now–we were in the land of Oz, the battleships of space, the adventures of the raging seas. So much travel can come with the drop of a few flakes of snow, and the mind the warming minds of curious travelers, children once were called but adventurers we became.
The sound of anything can trigger emotions. Sounds could potentially be stronger than sight. In movies its what makes the suspense, its what makes us fearful, and saves our lives. Yes, saves our lives, for example when we cross roads, and most importantly its what we could connect to right from the womb. The sound of lullaby’s and our mothers voice were our first connections to the world we live in and something that stays with most of us throughout our lives.
A sound echoed through the house. How could it be? She was home alone. Could any one else be in the home? She heard it again. A pitter patter that only lasted a few seconds. A scraping noise echoed through the large house. Who could it be?
sound is cool. sound is music. music is life. thats all there is to it.. sound is therefore, life. without sound the world would be so silent and sad. without sound how would you life be affected? next time you hear an annoying sound and want it to go away consider how quiet the world would be without it.
They thought that just because she couldn’t speak, she couldn’t do anything. Most of the time they were right. She just lied in bed, unable to make a sound. She couldn’t make sound, but she could listen. Oh, how she listened.
Mechanically a frequency, but also emotionally a frequency. The basis of many memories on a small dark street. Inside our home, sound was light.
With the hit and the stroke
The lap and the pull
The sound hit the shore.
Fingers and foam
Carved names on the sand,
Leaving small reminders
For footprints and the birds.
constantly in the office, outside, everywhere. blah blah blah blah. sound is good when it is peaceful.. ocean has the most beautiful sound in the world. i could not live without sound. sound is a way to communicate with the ones i love. i love music which is also sound.
It reverberated through me. The sound quenched my thirst and settled pre-existing fears with in my soul. Only you could of known the fate of that dreaded night. Rain crashed upon the rivers stones. The stream gushed and roared around us, all else was a muffled second thought in comparison. It was you and I. Our chilled breath wafting away in the breeze, words were unneeded. I knew you were my maker, and this to be our last moments. A planted kiss on my forehead signaled your goodbye, and sailing down that river, I died.
It is the foundation and motivation of my creation. It is what paints the picture of the emotion felt at that given time. I hear you. I feel you. I understand you. More importantly…I like you.
The sound of mouths
barking back and forth
jabbing, laughing
dripping of gossip, slander
BLAH. BLAH. BLAH.
How can someone live
constantly smearing garbage?
They talk about everyone
when they themselves
can never be happy again.
The sound faded then grew stronger. Was it something from outside? Peeking out the window the small girl tried but failed to see what was causing the heart stopping noise.
The sound of your voice.
What is the last sound I will hear?
sound of waves and of life of insects crawling and singing trees the wind whispering sounds of love to the lake and the fish who are soundless except in their minds the quit sound of snow falling and the loud sound of love in the spring when the earth grows agian
There’s nothing like the sound of laughter. Hers was like bells on the seaside. No, there’s nothing like the sound of the girl you love when she’s happy.
These vibrating embers,
slipping into the crescent shell
sliding through darkness and fissures.
Setting sparks to the mind,
shivering, awake.
Letting forth tiny bubbles of warmth.
The feeling will slide down flesh and through veins,
releasing light through fingertips.
Please don’t cease. I don’t need this release.
The build up is fine.
The sound of the waves has always relaxed her, soothed her. It reminds her of the sunny north carolina town on the water where she grew up. And now, even as she sits on the beach half way across the world in Australia, she stills feels like she’s at home.
the sound of a heart sinking. did you hear that? did you hear all hope give way and land in the pit that is nothing/everything and forever. did you hear dreams get lost? did you hear me lose it all?
CRACK.
BANG.
POW.
The sounds of things breaking,
of things falling apart.
But the worst sound of all
is the silence
when there is nothing left
to collapse.
The sound of silence. Sound of Music. Sound, noise, music. One man’s sound is another man’s music — John Cage. TIme’s out. How did that happen.
Sound. what i first heard as a babe that inspired me to become a musician. that sound…. anything, hearing water drop from the sky, or jay-z being on the radio. it was, inspiring, life changing. it’s hard to relate that with anything else because nothing else makes me feel that alive.
Well sound is a multitude of things, such as music, or just something that is typing on your computer. Sound is a very interesting thing to hear, because not everyone can hear, you have the privilege of hearing something amazing or even something terrible but then you know that you wouldn’t want to hear that terrible thing again.
Echo in my ear. Resonate all around me. Don’t ever stop. Keep my alive. Tell me a story. Lift me. I don’t to be on the ground. I want to be high. And infinite…
sound. what i first heard that inspired me to become a musician. that sound…. anything, hearing water drop from the sky, or jay-z being on the radio. it was, inspiring, life changing. it’s hard to relate that with anything else because nothing else makes me feel that alive.
Sound can be a beautiful thing. It can also be painful. Sound has the ability to stir up emotions within us. Sounds can bring back memories or haunt our nightmares. Sounds crazy.
Sound is everything, it can be really annoying or really cool. Coming from a kid it can vary from many different things as to what you can get. But I think that the ability to hear the sound is awesome because people have special talents that not everyone has and they are allowed to share it with people giving them that sound.