I want to hear the sound of excitement. No more of the sounds of my playlist on repeat while I search the same eight websites for something new and interesting. I want to explore. I want to walk out into the coming hail storm and go eat food and laugh and walk up and down the streets by the light of only the lamps. I want you to stop by because I don’t think I can text you again without seeming insane. I just want you.
Sound. is nice. Ability to hear. Is nice. Let’s me hear nature. So very beautiful. And the timer is making me nervous.. Sound. Music. Wonderful. Joy of having sound. :D
He heard a sound from the bedroom and knew it was her.
Maybe if he weren’t so stupid he’d walk in and stop them. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to. Their imagined romance would dissolve the moment he walked in and what ever pieces left of his heart would crumble.
So he turned and ignored the building frustration he felt. Once he walked out the door, everything would be fine, he told himself. He’d try harder so she wouldn’t have to go out searching for another man. It was, after all, his fault (Or so she would’ve said).
Sounds is something I hear. I love listening to the sounds of birds, and my girls laughing and talking together. The sounds I hear are usually happy sounds, as I try and block out the sad and negative sounds. Of course, a sa teacher I hear LOTS of sounds! Sometimes those are sounds I wish were all positive, but for the most part I hear good sounds. What sounds do you like to hear?
Angela
“Wow, you guys are pretty good. I heard your garage band when I was mowing my lawn. I have one request…turn it up. It’s too quiet. Do you need a sound guy?”
I hear that sound! I love sounds. The sound of a bird in the morning. The sound of kids laughing. The sound of a lawnmower running over a flip flop. The sound of summer! It’s by far my favorite.
they lash out, beaks poised in anger. their white, white wings beat against my face, blinding me. there is nothing but infuriated screeching and the blank vision of beauty.
The sound was loud and obnoxious, bloating my eardrums and fluxuating my mind with sound. Everything else seemed never to have mattered, just this time. This place. I didn’t know what any of it meant at the time, but it was beautiful.
Madi
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.
The shot made her nearly jump out of her skin.
Alyson Barlow was trembling with fear, the sound of her breathing the only thing audible over her heart slamming against her ribcage. She leapt out of bed and ran down the hallway towards her parent’s bedroom.
There she found her mom standing over the limp figure of her father, a smoking gun in her hand.
Sound God thank you that I can hear sound. My brother and his children are deaf so I never take this for granted. Don’t miss out on any sounds, ever.
david
the sound you make when you say myname is one of the best thing i ever listened, in fact it is the second best. the firs one is when you sad our names thogeter. that one time my skin, my eyes, my lips and my heart feel completely defferen.
lulu
I listen for the gong. I hear it ring through the air and sprint in the direction of the Cornucopia, closer, closer. I grab a backpack and a crossbow before running off into the woods, getting far away from the bloodbath taking place at the Cornucopia. Then night comes and the Capitol’s anthem plays. Twelve dead. I survived the first night of The Hunger Games.
I read a book today. It triggered a few memories. Like how much I miss the sound of his voice and that look in his eyes when I can tell he is bullshitting even though the rest of him is trying so hard to put on a bold face lie and how his hands even blush when he’s been caught in a situation that makes him feel nervous. I know it’s only a matter of time before I see him again, but that doesn’t make the constant gnaw of wanting ache any less.
the waves of the sea of senses. faster than a bullet. S is for super fuckin awesomesaucestic
no doubt is a band they make sound
alex
I hear the sound of voices, I hear the sound of music, I hear the sound of birds.
The rolling wave of the ocean is soothing and sweet. The company of friends can make my day complete. Music brings rhythm to life and birds have such soft melodies. It’s wonderful to enjoy these precious moments and take them for granted, i don’t.
Nicole Sharpe
Ear based, sense based. It can be beautiful or it can be frightening. Late at night when it is dark and you are home alone, sometimes you wish your sense of sound was not so keen. But if you have ever heard the first laugh of a new born child, you understand what a miracle this sense really is.
ameliasuemarie
I long to know the sound of your voice when you say my name, to hear your breath as you turn and see me standing there, to feel the sudden speeding of your heart, to know if it matches my own. I log to feel the caress of your fingers as they take my hand, to feel the warmth of your embrace protecting and sheltering me from any storm.
I don’t like sound. Its too, noisy. Infact I like some good ol’ peace and quiet. Like now.
Asim
I hear sound: loud sirens and screaming and the pouring of rain, stepstepstep OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED SOMEONE EXPLAIN OH GOD THIS CAN’T BE FAIR WHAT’S GOING ON and delirious sobbing, hushes and don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook.
I put my hands over ears, and look around. I am alone in this room. I remove my hands, and the ringing of silence is all there is.
Guys laughing. Strange bird noises. Conversations I’m not involved in. Are these the sounds of spring? The sounds of a new beginning in which I’m not included?
T
Sound. The Sound of music, Sounds of Summer. What would life be without sound? We can’t imagine it, sound has become such a large part of our existence.
Josh
These thoughts, always running through my head. Never ceasing. They won’t let me enjoy the world that surrounds me. Instead, they just lock me inside my own mind, with all these bitter memories, wishing i could have done things different, wishing i was different. I can’t escape, they’re too loud, I wish just for one day i could tune them out, and see what the world has to offer, without them sucking me back in and making me too afraid to try. But i can’t, the sound of them is driving me insane.
Hal
it was a high pitched sound…..i had never heard anything like it before and therefore didnt recognise it…….i thought you had fallen …and had hurt yourself….i didnt know that the vessel in your brain had exploded and bled out
Isabella
he was a musitian. 26 years old to be precise. He wore a hat and was in love with sound. nothing and no-one else, just sound. she fell in love with him. but when he spoje of love, he was meaning the lyrics, notes and instruments, not a girl.
Brunna
It was dark and there wasn’t a moon to see. There were stars glittering in the night, however and in the distance you could hear many a sound from creatures and critters echoing their greetings across the country side.
Mary Ellen
Sound is the whisper in your ear,
Something that you could never fear,
What is that sound?
It is the sound of bliss.
Something you will never miss.
Until it’s gone.
Cassie
I close my eyes and let the deep sound of my cello sink into my ears. It perfectly describes the sound of a setting sun – warm, radiant, earthly, romantic. Its deep tones and rich vibrations make me want to melt. Sound is a beautiful thing. Cherish it.
Child of the King
It rumbled in the dark tunnel, a deep throaty sound that rattled around the walls and made them shake. Dave knew there was little time to spare. He threw himself against the side, shielding his face against crumbling brick. He felt the terrifying rush of fear through his veins. The hellish machine rushed forwards, incessently. There was no stopping it.
RJay
I’ve been listening to the sound of these old records & there’s nothing quite as sweet, nothing quite as real, nothing quite as raw, nothing quite as warm. It’s the most romantic thing to gently place a needle on a record & listen to Nancy Sinatra so loud the neighbors hear. It makes me feel small, & I like that. HAPPY RECORD STORE DAY. <3
I can’t hear anything over the sound of the pumping music. It blasts through the speakers overhead, and as I look up to spot one of them, the colorful lights blind me. A hand slips into mine and gently leads me onto the dance floor. My senses are overwhelmed, and I do what feels right in the moment. My body moves with the beat, and I sense him next to me. We’re the only ones here as far as I’m concerned.
She heard a sound from the upstairs room.
“Hello?”
“Rebecca?”
She ran. He was here!
Judy
The sound was deafening as he approached the hole in the ground. Squinting down into the blackness, he could feel the hair on his head blow back from the waves of energy that emanated from deep within. He could not place what the cause of it was, but one odd thing did stand out. Admist the chaos of noise; John could hear a soft, sweet sound.
It was the sound of Angels.
AfterMath
i’m high and low and by the side.
i’m no longer needed and clung to like a lifeline.
these words and texts and looks mean nothing to me now.
i wish you could hear me screaming and screeching.
i wish i would have known in the beginning who you really are.
Bracing herself against the wall, she pulled at the ribbon knot with both hands until it was tight enough for her liking. She picked up the wrapped box and admired her work. Now it would be safe- Safe and sound.
I want to hear the sound of excitement. No more of the sounds of my playlist on repeat while I search the same eight websites for something new and interesting. I want to explore. I want to walk out into the coming hail storm and go eat food and laugh and walk up and down the streets by the light of only the lamps. I want you to stop by because I don’t think I can text you again without seeming insane. I just want you.
Sound. is nice. Ability to hear. Is nice. Let’s me hear nature. So very beautiful. And the timer is making me nervous.. Sound. Music. Wonderful. Joy of having sound. :D
He heard a sound from the bedroom and knew it was her.
Maybe if he weren’t so stupid he’d walk in and stop them. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t bear to. Their imagined romance would dissolve the moment he walked in and what ever pieces left of his heart would crumble.
So he turned and ignored the building frustration he felt. Once he walked out the door, everything would be fine, he told himself. He’d try harder so she wouldn’t have to go out searching for another man. It was, after all, his fault (Or so she would’ve said).
Sounds is something I hear. I love listening to the sounds of birds, and my girls laughing and talking together. The sounds I hear are usually happy sounds, as I try and block out the sad and negative sounds. Of course, a sa teacher I hear LOTS of sounds! Sometimes those are sounds I wish were all positive, but for the most part I hear good sounds. What sounds do you like to hear?
“Wow, you guys are pretty good. I heard your garage band when I was mowing my lawn. I have one request…turn it up. It’s too quiet. Do you need a sound guy?”
That sound. I had heard that sound before. The sound that could split your ears and cut through the wind, perhaps stop time itself.
Om
I hear that sound! I love sounds. The sound of a bird in the morning. The sound of kids laughing. The sound of a lawnmower running over a flip flop. The sound of summer! It’s by far my favorite.
they lash out, beaks poised in anger. their white, white wings beat against my face, blinding me. there is nothing but infuriated screeching and the blank vision of beauty.
The sound was loud and obnoxious, bloating my eardrums and fluxuating my mind with sound. Everything else seemed never to have mattered, just this time. This place. I didn’t know what any of it meant at the time, but it was beautiful.
Just close your eyes, the sun is going down. You’ll be alright, no one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I’ll be safe and sound.
This is the sound of a heartbeat
This is the sound from the discontented mouths
Of a holy nation
We are the voice of breaking down
Can you hear me?
This is the sound of the desperation bound
By our own collision
We are the voice of breaking down
-The Sound, by Switchfoot
the sound of my heartbeat
drowns out your voice
it says one word
with each thud
failure
failure
failure
The shot made her nearly jump out of her skin.
Alyson Barlow was trembling with fear, the sound of her breathing the only thing audible over her heart slamming against her ribcage. She leapt out of bed and ran down the hallway towards her parent’s bedroom.
There she found her mom standing over the limp figure of her father, a smoking gun in her hand.
Sound God thank you that I can hear sound. My brother and his children are deaf so I never take this for granted. Don’t miss out on any sounds, ever.
the sound you make when you say myname is one of the best thing i ever listened, in fact it is the second best. the firs one is when you sad our names thogeter. that one time my skin, my eyes, my lips and my heart feel completely defferen.
I listen for the gong. I hear it ring through the air and sprint in the direction of the Cornucopia, closer, closer. I grab a backpack and a crossbow before running off into the woods, getting far away from the bloodbath taking place at the Cornucopia. Then night comes and the Capitol’s anthem plays. Twelve dead. I survived the first night of The Hunger Games.
I read a book today. It triggered a few memories. Like how much I miss the sound of his voice and that look in his eyes when I can tell he is bullshitting even though the rest of him is trying so hard to put on a bold face lie and how his hands even blush when he’s been caught in a situation that makes him feel nervous. I know it’s only a matter of time before I see him again, but that doesn’t make the constant gnaw of wanting ache any less.
the waves of the sea of senses. faster than a bullet. S is for super fuckin awesomesaucestic
no doubt is a band they make sound
I hear the sound of voices, I hear the sound of music, I hear the sound of birds.
The rolling wave of the ocean is soothing and sweet. The company of friends can make my day complete. Music brings rhythm to life and birds have such soft melodies. It’s wonderful to enjoy these precious moments and take them for granted, i don’t.
Ear based, sense based. It can be beautiful or it can be frightening. Late at night when it is dark and you are home alone, sometimes you wish your sense of sound was not so keen. But if you have ever heard the first laugh of a new born child, you understand what a miracle this sense really is.
I long to know the sound of your voice when you say my name, to hear your breath as you turn and see me standing there, to feel the sudden speeding of your heart, to know if it matches my own. I log to feel the caress of your fingers as they take my hand, to feel the warmth of your embrace protecting and sheltering me from any storm.
I don’t like sound. Its too, noisy. Infact I like some good ol’ peace and quiet. Like now.
I hear sound: loud sirens and screaming and the pouring of rain, stepstepstep OH GOD WHAT HAPPENED SOMEONE EXPLAIN OH GOD THIS CAN’T BE FAIR WHAT’S GOING ON and delirious sobbing, hushes and don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook.
I put my hands over ears, and look around. I am alone in this room. I remove my hands, and the ringing of silence is all there is.
Guys laughing. Strange bird noises. Conversations I’m not involved in. Are these the sounds of spring? The sounds of a new beginning in which I’m not included?
Sound. The Sound of music, Sounds of Summer. What would life be without sound? We can’t imagine it, sound has become such a large part of our existence.
These thoughts, always running through my head. Never ceasing. They won’t let me enjoy the world that surrounds me. Instead, they just lock me inside my own mind, with all these bitter memories, wishing i could have done things different, wishing i was different. I can’t escape, they’re too loud, I wish just for one day i could tune them out, and see what the world has to offer, without them sucking me back in and making me too afraid to try. But i can’t, the sound of them is driving me insane.
it was a high pitched sound…..i had never heard anything like it before and therefore didnt recognise it…….i thought you had fallen …and had hurt yourself….i didnt know that the vessel in your brain had exploded and bled out
he was a musitian. 26 years old to be precise. He wore a hat and was in love with sound. nothing and no-one else, just sound. she fell in love with him. but when he spoje of love, he was meaning the lyrics, notes and instruments, not a girl.
It was dark and there wasn’t a moon to see. There were stars glittering in the night, however and in the distance you could hear many a sound from creatures and critters echoing their greetings across the country side.
Sound is the whisper in your ear,
Something that you could never fear,
What is that sound?
It is the sound of bliss.
Something you will never miss.
Until it’s gone.
I close my eyes and let the deep sound of my cello sink into my ears. It perfectly describes the sound of a setting sun – warm, radiant, earthly, romantic. Its deep tones and rich vibrations make me want to melt. Sound is a beautiful thing. Cherish it.
It rumbled in the dark tunnel, a deep throaty sound that rattled around the walls and made them shake. Dave knew there was little time to spare. He threw himself against the side, shielding his face against crumbling brick. He felt the terrifying rush of fear through his veins. The hellish machine rushed forwards, incessently. There was no stopping it.
I’ve been listening to the sound of these old records & there’s nothing quite as sweet, nothing quite as real, nothing quite as raw, nothing quite as warm. It’s the most romantic thing to gently place a needle on a record & listen to Nancy Sinatra so loud the neighbors hear. It makes me feel small, & I like that. HAPPY RECORD STORE DAY. <3
I can’t hear anything over the sound of the pumping music. It blasts through the speakers overhead, and as I look up to spot one of them, the colorful lights blind me. A hand slips into mine and gently leads me onto the dance floor. My senses are overwhelmed, and I do what feels right in the moment. My body moves with the beat, and I sense him next to me. We’re the only ones here as far as I’m concerned.
one time i was staying over at my cousins house and a drum fell over and we were sleeping
and she sat up so fast and straight.
She heard a sound from the upstairs room.
“Hello?”
“Rebecca?”
She ran. He was here!
The sound was deafening as he approached the hole in the ground. Squinting down into the blackness, he could feel the hair on his head blow back from the waves of energy that emanated from deep within. He could not place what the cause of it was, but one odd thing did stand out. Admist the chaos of noise; John could hear a soft, sweet sound.
It was the sound of Angels.
i’m high and low and by the side.
i’m no longer needed and clung to like a lifeline.
these words and texts and looks mean nothing to me now.
i wish you could hear me screaming and screeching.
i wish i would have known in the beginning who you really are.
Bracing herself against the wall, she pulled at the ribbon knot with both hands until it was tight enough for her liking. She picked up the wrapped box and admired her work. Now it would be safe- Safe and sound.