Satire, satire, static
In simplicity we write no more
In simplistic nature , we cry no more
Static cries oh do we live in a world of fear
Or do we swim with our lives
Do we easy or do we die?
Static death
Static life
The two are not different
One must have another
And we must live
Surprised
The inside of the hotel room was silent, not a person moved through the dusty interior. She walked up to an old desk and rang the bell. It chirped quietly, but for the most part seemed to be broken. After a minute and old man emerged from the door behind the desk.
rach
I do not feel myself moving anymore.
Stuck forever
within this state of loneliness and crippling anxiety
pining for something
anything.
I do not move forwards, nor backwards.
I long to wear a smile
Static is my atmosphere when I smoke. I sate my statement while being static like a stationary statue in a vigilent state. I state my mind, I state my status, I stay around. Statistically I’m the one.
Robert Erdos
When i went to the grocery there was a long line. This line was not moving at all. I stood there for over thirty minutes waiting to cash. The cashier seemed to be having problems with the linx machine. I should have joined another line.
Nykesi
My grandfather in Virginia used to watch TV with white static so cloudy that I didn’t know how he could see the program. But he would watch it, and laugh as if it were as clear as bell.
The static cling of her skin to mine was inescapable. I needed to be there, as I had no choice in the matter; I was stuck. Knowing this, she used my plight in her favor.
In doing so, I assumed I was her favorite. Her favorite what, though?
Unfortunately, I recently acquired the answer I dreaded: I was her pet.
The static cling of her skin to mine was inescapable. I needed to be there, as I had no choice in the matter; I was stuck. Knowing this, she used my plight in her favor.
Claire
My life. Words are not. Their noise in a wave that some people can’t hear.
Static. What is static? Is it the vision of an empty screen on the television? Is it the sound you hear when the stereo’s turned off? Or is the sound you hear inside you’re head when you can no longer hear the voices?
Chloe
Flipping brainwaves
like channels, not even
given the chance to
settle past static
and blurs to form… what?
a mess on the floor, pill-ridden
and bones rattling like wind chimes
and frostbitten teeth, as hands act
the dream catchers, cradling,
to bring my insides to bay?
I fell for that once before;
I won’t be falling for you anymore.
Flickering movements never going anywhere. Echoes of what could be. Love, life. Signifies the ending of something great, a video tape, a record.
Jordan
A life that is static is either boring or useless. A life that counts is one that is full of ups and downs. No meaningful life can really be static.
Adeleke David
Unmoving. Unmovable, Calm, Thoughtful, Or are you boring? A stick in the mud? Or scratchy itchy snow on the TV? Relentless and consistent. A an unmoving mess. A cloud or chaos, that is reliably, unsurprisingly present.
static, as in the static on a television screen on a dead channel.or static on a radio station that is to far away
Jennifer England
Static causes thinks to stick to you- so as odd as this word is to me- I’m choosing to believe I’m static to everything good intended for my life – everything good amazing and prosperous will stick with me in this new year and my life and those things that aren’t good will not be attracted to me and they will fall off- believing for good positive prosperous encouraging static that only attracts those things or similar
Cris Zimmerman
static
Thinking tv…radios… obvious stuff… static cling. hair… clothes… shock from rug, walking on… shock from touch person, sometimes. static is bad, it seems. pain or something not working or negative. But really, it is a release of energy. that is not directed where the person would like it. It is an annoyance. It is something not working the way people want it to. And it makes a sound… a crackling sound. And that annoys people too.
Noisy Quiet
static
Thinking tv…radios… obvious stuff… static cling. hair… clothes… shock from rug, walking on… shock from touch person, sometimes. static is bad, it seems. pain or something not working or negative. But really, it is a release of energy. that is not directed where the person would like it. It is an annoyance. It is something not working the way people want it to. And it makes a sound… a crackling sound. And that annoys people too.
NQ
Static. Static lightning crackles through my brain like a whip, white static noise shakes through my consciousness like a green tidal wave and I can’t take it it washes over me it is beautiful.
My mind is static emotions all jumbled and when I look at others I see static but some time the static forms a face and I see their eyes.
As she walked down the sidewalk her dress was so full of static it clung to her legs so snugly that she was embarrassed . She couldn’t help but notice the looks she was receiving, and the smiles from an occasional man which made her embarrassment all the worse.
was it the voice of white wolf that whispered your name to me now
or is it simply the salt and pepper grain of noise that
only whispers traces of existence?
you are black lightning spider,
I am your white static queen.
The static electricity was doing wonders with my hair, follicle upon follicle standing on end. I didn’t know what to make of this room – everything was bright, metallic, and very much packed with energy. I tried to pull my sister’s baseball cap over my head, but something seemed to repel it away from my bristling locks. Whatever this lab had inside it, it was powerful.
Belinda Roddie
everything in the world is static. no matter how far you stretch your eyes and above that mountain top, you begin to realise how everything will always stay the same. Even if you check up on your view from time to time, and see some buildings fall, and see some leaves change color, and see the tides rise. For the most part, everything looks the same.
Sofie
i am tired of writing about static
i want to write about wonder
about waves
why do all the words I think of start with w?
word starts with w too
we start with w
we start with wonder
and we turn into whatever we choose
i don’t know what else to say
static is the emptiness in the way
i stir my coffee silently too scared
to look up at your face so unaware
of anything im thinking
its not what it used to be
it used to be alive
now we are dead, static
and i sit there,
static
because the TV stopped responding
because i can no longer see crisply
because
i’m alone
with a cut connection
and silence.
Minsoo
characters in a book
i am not a static character,
sometimes they say its not good
i come in not knowing
not understanding
i ask him what it means
I don’t understand when he tells me
but every time his whiteboard marker
draws figures on the board
i pick up pieces of his knowledge
and finally i understand
i am not static
Jessie
I often find my socks stuck to the side of my sweaters. When that happens I feel so embarrassed! I was once walking around with a pair of underwear stuck to my t-shirt.
it was static. i touch, the first time. me and him, alone, in a room, static. it’s kinda like when lips touch and you get that tang, bittersweet but with new possibilities, that’s static. i felt it with him, and it was a wonderful thing that traveled up and down my spine like a whisper.
The white noise, fills the empty solace of the sound of where you used to be. I can no longer feel you around me.
Katie
electricity, can make cars explode at gas stations. One touch a spark can ignite, the flames that combust from the gasoline.
Katie
The radio plays nothing but static now.
I miss the sound of your voice.
It connected me to you somehow.
I know you’re singing those words to some other girl, half way across the world.
But
to me
in those tiny moments
you were talking to me.
But now
there is
nothing
but static.
The TV’s static provided an eerie soundtrack for the ransacked house, one that only added to the unsettled feeling that pressed upon her as she stumbled around in the semi-darkness of the once familiar home.
The old radio on the table crackled to life, the light dimmed with age blinking as furiously as a racing heart.
The small old woman reached out a spindly finger and turned the over-sized button on the front, her breath slow and paced.
Claire
I get a lot of static in my life. It originates from many sources….children, grandchildren , my job as a teacher. It would be great if it all frequency modulated to remove the static.
Satire, satire, static
In simplicity we write no more
In simplistic nature , we cry no more
Static cries oh do we live in a world of fear
Or do we swim with our lives
Do we easy or do we die?
Static death
Static life
The two are not different
One must have another
And we must live
Surprised
The inside of the hotel room was silent, not a person moved through the dusty interior. She walked up to an old desk and rang the bell. It chirped quietly, but for the most part seemed to be broken. After a minute and old man emerged from the door behind the desk.
I do not feel myself moving anymore.
Stuck forever
within this state of loneliness and crippling anxiety
pining for something
anything.
I do not move forwards, nor backwards.
I long to wear a smile
Static is my atmosphere when I smoke. I sate my statement while being static like a stationary statue in a vigilent state. I state my mind, I state my status, I stay around. Statistically I’m the one.
When i went to the grocery there was a long line. This line was not moving at all. I stood there for over thirty minutes waiting to cash. The cashier seemed to be having problems with the linx machine. I should have joined another line.
My grandfather in Virginia used to watch TV with white static so cloudy that I didn’t know how he could see the program. But he would watch it, and laugh as if it were as clear as bell.
The static cling of her skin to mine was inescapable. I needed to be there, as I had no choice in the matter; I was stuck. Knowing this, she used my plight in her favor.
In doing so, I assumed I was her favorite. Her favorite what, though?
Unfortunately, I recently acquired the answer I dreaded: I was her pet.
The static cling of her skin to mine was inescapable. I needed to be there, as I had no choice in the matter; I was stuck. Knowing this, she used my plight in her favor.
My life. Words are not. Their noise in a wave that some people can’t hear.
Static. What is static? Is it the vision of an empty screen on the television? Is it the sound you hear when the stereo’s turned off? Or is the sound you hear inside you’re head when you can no longer hear the voices?
Flipping brainwaves
like channels, not even
given the chance to
settle past static
and blurs to form… what?
a mess on the floor, pill-ridden
and bones rattling like wind chimes
and frostbitten teeth, as hands act
the dream catchers, cradling,
to bring my insides to bay?
I fell for that once before;
I won’t be falling for you anymore.
Flickering movements never going anywhere. Echoes of what could be. Love, life. Signifies the ending of something great, a video tape, a record.
A life that is static is either boring or useless. A life that counts is one that is full of ups and downs. No meaningful life can really be static.
Unmoving. Unmovable, Calm, Thoughtful, Or are you boring? A stick in the mud? Or scratchy itchy snow on the TV? Relentless and consistent. A an unmoving mess. A cloud or chaos, that is reliably, unsurprisingly present.
static, as in the static on a television screen on a dead channel.or static on a radio station that is to far away
Static causes thinks to stick to you- so as odd as this word is to me- I’m choosing to believe I’m static to everything good intended for my life – everything good amazing and prosperous will stick with me in this new year and my life and those things that aren’t good will not be attracted to me and they will fall off- believing for good positive prosperous encouraging static that only attracts those things or similar
static
Thinking tv…radios… obvious stuff… static cling. hair… clothes… shock from rug, walking on… shock from touch person, sometimes. static is bad, it seems. pain or something not working or negative. But really, it is a release of energy. that is not directed where the person would like it. It is an annoyance. It is something not working the way people want it to. And it makes a sound… a crackling sound. And that annoys people too.
static
Thinking tv…radios… obvious stuff… static cling. hair… clothes… shock from rug, walking on… shock from touch person, sometimes. static is bad, it seems. pain or something not working or negative. But really, it is a release of energy. that is not directed where the person would like it. It is an annoyance. It is something not working the way people want it to. And it makes a sound… a crackling sound. And that annoys people too.
Static. Static lightning crackles through my brain like a whip, white static noise shakes through my consciousness like a green tidal wave and I can’t take it it washes over me it is beautiful.
My mind is static emotions all jumbled and when I look at others I see static but some time the static forms a face and I see their eyes.
As she walked down the sidewalk her dress was so full of static it clung to her legs so snugly that she was embarrassed . She couldn’t help but notice the looks she was receiving, and the smiles from an occasional man which made her embarrassment all the worse.
Static in physics means no charge
was it the voice of white wolf that whispered your name to me now
or is it simply the salt and pepper grain of noise that
only whispers traces of existence?
you are black lightning spider,
I am your white static queen.
sigh-
the
arising
tides
in
colour
The static electricity was doing wonders with my hair, follicle upon follicle standing on end. I didn’t know what to make of this room – everything was bright, metallic, and very much packed with energy. I tried to pull my sister’s baseball cap over my head, but something seemed to repel it away from my bristling locks. Whatever this lab had inside it, it was powerful.
everything in the world is static. no matter how far you stretch your eyes and above that mountain top, you begin to realise how everything will always stay the same. Even if you check up on your view from time to time, and see some buildings fall, and see some leaves change color, and see the tides rise. For the most part, everything looks the same.
i am tired of writing about static
i want to write about wonder
about waves
why do all the words I think of start with w?
word starts with w too
we start with w
we start with wonder
and we turn into whatever we choose
i don’t know what else to say
static is the emptiness in the way
i stir my coffee silently too scared
to look up at your face so unaware
of anything im thinking
its not what it used to be
it used to be alive
now we are dead, static
and i sit there,
static
because the TV stopped responding
because i can no longer see crisply
because
i’m alone
with a cut connection
and silence.
characters in a book
i am not a static character,
sometimes they say its not good
i come in not knowing
not understanding
i ask him what it means
I don’t understand when he tells me
but every time his whiteboard marker
draws figures on the board
i pick up pieces of his knowledge
and finally i understand
i am not static
I often find my socks stuck to the side of my sweaters. When that happens I feel so embarrassed! I was once walking around with a pair of underwear stuck to my t-shirt.
it was static. i touch, the first time. me and him, alone, in a room, static. it’s kinda like when lips touch and you get that tang, bittersweet but with new possibilities, that’s static. i felt it with him, and it was a wonderful thing that traveled up and down my spine like a whisper.
I can hear nothing. You are lost. The world seems to be stopping me from hearing you. Is what you have to say important. Of course it is.
The white noise, fills the empty solace of the sound of where you used to be. I can no longer feel you around me.
electricity, can make cars explode at gas stations. One touch a spark can ignite, the flames that combust from the gasoline.
The radio plays nothing but static now.
I miss the sound of your voice.
It connected me to you somehow.
I know you’re singing those words to some other girl, half way across the world.
But
to me
in those tiny moments
you were talking to me.
But now
there is
nothing
but static.
The TV’s static provided an eerie soundtrack for the ransacked house, one that only added to the unsettled feeling that pressed upon her as she stumbled around in the semi-darkness of the once familiar home.
The old radio on the table crackled to life, the light dimmed with age blinking as furiously as a racing heart.
The small old woman reached out a spindly finger and turned the over-sized button on the front, her breath slow and paced.
I get a lot of static in my life. It originates from many sources….children, grandchildren , my job as a teacher. It would be great if it all frequency modulated to remove the static.