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My heart speaks a language no one understands. It's dying to speak. But it's already dead.
At the beggining of Creation, It was decided to have a Dark and a Light Everyone thought it would be best. So for the last time Light and Dark, who were friends met and they spoke to each other.
The Snowy Hollow Trees reach up Like long slender hands Over the stillness. All is hushed There is no need for Words.
I will speak my mind with the courage I can't find my words and needs left behind do my best to keep you blind leave you thinking I'm kind but really I can't speak my mind
do you see me? when I rush out of the room do you think 'who is she?' but my presence doesn't loom do you see me alone at the table? the way I keep to myself do I seem readable?
i walk amongst an ocean of stars in a world of shadow. touch the reflection, obsessive perfection. the uncertainties of my mind permeate my very step, a constellation of faces in unfamiliar places.
Below my house, a blissful river trips and falls. Though faint, I hear its whispers and its calls. Oh the fool I am, succumbing to it”s spell I Rush to the water so this desire will dispel.
today i feel quiet i feel small and helpless and afraid today i feel like hiding
Silence is my enemy A true and worthy foe. It reminds me of my pain, And throws away my hope. It enlists its deadly ally,
The party rages and the drinks flow, the room smoke filled, Everyone laughs and smiles, stories are shared and cups spilled, Challenges made in jest and tale weavers are grilled,
I do not have a voice today. It's been slowly fading over three days, a horror, because my opinions are loud. It's been slowly fading-- that respect I know I deserve--
There's a boy I know That mostly sticks to his own, He doesnt speak much But hald assed insults, He closes his eyes More often than all of the time, Shy boy Quiet boy Tired boy.
I was told being an extrovert was better. But what they didn't know, Was that the words were a heavy blow. I didn't want to be "better"
Be one who sits and smiles, Who nods to give consent While others loudly crow And boastfully invent - You've learned a golden truth Which silence can convey: "With grace mete out your words,
I am not lonely when I’m alone For my music soothes my soul I soak in the silence Until it overflows In every pore of my being
worried sick it’s 3 a.m. and you can’t sleep it feels like you’ve tried it all from reading books to counting sheep your mind races your head aches overthinking it leaves no space
Snow fell in huge flakes as it was just the perfect atmospheric conditions. The sky was hues of purple and blue. School cancelled for the week, allowing two girls two sleep on the pull-out couch,
It’s not often that I feel quiet. My head buzzes constantly, The beehive of Thoughts Reminders Information memories
I am quiet most of the time. I just stare and think. My words get frozen within my lungs. And I believe my thoughts are deadly. People tend to ask me, "why are you so quiet?"
Can you hear me I know I am quiet I can be overlooked Not one to shout above the noise Too afraid to speak my mind I find a place where I can shine Words on the paper Free like birds
A gentle shift of the body, the steady turn of a page, and the oddly addicting scent of ink and paper fills the room.
Ever quiet Ever still Green and gold Speckled with white A soft humming grows Whizzes by Fades Leaping and laughing the trees begin to dance
There is a time at night When the world has gone quiet Not a single sound is made And you are overwhelmed by it
Grey nose, white tail. Soft feet hop down the trail. At the end a light. Shining in the night. Who sits there at the end? Grey nose, white tail. A girl covered in a black veil.
for once the silence is ours. ours to laugh at ours to keep ours to cry to in our sleep ours to love and ours to hate whether we be, a sinner or saint. ours to find comfort
Ambition a constant hunger I advise you - Beware the quiet genius Cunning, unnervingly discerning Don’t underestimate me You see me sit in silence
A quiet morning resonates a soul like stones dropped in clear water.
She crept quietly in the darkness willing her steps to be silent She arrinved to that old, fmailiar spot and patiently waitede suddenly, and with a quicknes, he appeared she knew not from where he came
Well if they knew that we were political, We'd be done for. Because they helped build new york But people from new york are broken themselves. And in spite of their open arms
Way up in the sky above the towns, cities, above the oceans, the country, above the clouds, the world ceases to trouble, concern, stress, and hurt; the world ceases to cry, shout, and harry about.
Eyes stapled open, Mouth taped shut, Ropes restraining my body, This is what it’s like in society. Opinions kept to myself,
Quiet Absence of sound It replaces the noise Emptying my mind and choking it Silence
Speak up child, speak up, but they could never hear me Low and subtle, soft and lost Where would it go when I needed it My voice, my voice Filling up with aggravation
HI I’M TYPICALLY PRETTY SHY AND THAT MAKES ME A CARPET THAT YOU HAVE TRODDEN ON EVERY DAY SINCE I MET YOU
i. you're cold. two cats on your lap. a dog at your side. messages awaiting on your phone it's not plugged in. you aren't plugged in. please be okay. how are things going?
what exactly must i do to attract the gaze God gave to you? and what exactly must you hear to suddenly know you want me near? i know it's nothing i can say to change my image in your brain,
Why must I speak? Whenever I do, conflict ensues. Words are spat into each other's faces, False accusations in all places, As I helplessly watch. I apologize yet again,
Sitting by myself Daddy’s crying in the corner Mommy left us behind But I have to be a strong little soldier Feeling abandoned not just by her But by the tears I try to hide
I AM YELLING Can she hear me? Can she see the words falling out my mouth? Can she see the tears pooling at my feet, can she feel the tension as my fingers crack, as my lungs seem to give out. I AM YELLING
Let them be loud always speaking their minds repeating what everyone else says. Talking nonsense just so others can hear them
You can't describe the way I feel
I think whats going on in my lifeWhy are these things happening?Maybe I'm too shyWell I'm not really that prettyI'm uncomfortable with myself
Everyday is Hell. Everyday I go through the motions I engage in the small talk I try my best to socialize Everyday my head is filled with fog
I slip, the ghost of the unheard girl no one knows I climb the stairs, ascending my personal heaven I sit, reclining against my personal deity’s throne
Stranded on an island all alone, No company or friends to call my own Just sitting in the quiet Trying just to fight it But madness comes and goes In silence. I need some noise, a song, a sound.
I was afraid to ask If she called me quiet I was teetering on the edge Of an abyss of silence Never admitting To my apparent muteness For fear it would settle As a permanent outer skin
It floats in on the breeze, to try to gain it is to chase the wind. you cannot work towards peace, you have to be willing to surrender.
The quiet girl in the back of the class looking through the glass. No one knows much about who she is they only know of the silence she gives.
I like the quiet, I hate the noise. The only noise I like, is the noise that comes from my headphones. I enjoy the quiet,
Tucked away, hidden. Secluded in the darkness. Wearing the silence like the skin that covers my body. Hardened like an icy glacier. I was the night. I was broken.
I am alone, But not lonely. I am one of those Who enjoys the silence of empty hallways, Empty rooms, An empty world, And a full mind. I used to be one of those
I am a cup of coffee in the morning with a milky way swirl galaxies colliding together in the stillness of the morning the Earth holds its breath my atoms awaken the stardust in my skin vibrates
I am loud in the presence of my brother But when it comes to the outside world I am quiet. I am soft. I am too quiet to Be noticed and not enough to be remembered I can remember the moments that took your breath
Up above in the emptiness of space
Silent Stay silent
I don’t feel like normal people (Or at least, I don’t think so) Simple emotions, certainly Happiness, sorrow, anger I run the normal gamut With the others of our race Feeling a thing
Sometimes I wonder If madness sounds like civilization Noisy music Incessant hubbub and babble The scrape of sandals on concrete Breaths
A love day filled with joy and laughter. Went to the cinema after. A breeze of beauty passed me by. Acknowledgement and denial, My normal self but still a cosmic pawn. Choices are given, options limited.
Music is my voice Lyrics are my words A mermaids rejoice In a broken world My infectious laughter pollutes the air Jumping in imagination With love and hope everywhere Creating inspiration
Woken up by morning light,
Quiet MomentsIn the quiet moments when your mind goes astray
I cry a lot, don't you? I trust people too easily I'm trusting you. I forget things a lot, don't you? I lie to people too easily I'm not lying to you.
Quiet, they say.
Quiet, I sit and take in the world, spinning in drifts -- golden flecks of ash— a cloud of shimmering possibilities shade my reality.
I try to speak And my words Are trampled down before they’ve left my mouth. I try to speak But it’s like The most important words are the most loud. And they wonder why I’m quiet?
I am young and feel as if I don't have a voice. The things in my life I don't have a choice. Others try to give encouragement and advice, but how do I know the truths from lies?
Watching watching Hear them speak I remain outside Watching watching Others try to pull me in I remain, I know my place Watching watching listening while others speak
What is the difference between a filter and myself? Is there a clean line that can be drawn? Is there a simple way to say this is me, and that is who you think I am? No, there is truth in lies
My sound? Is a silent night, I have no music no beats, or rhythem. My sound? Crickets on a summer day. When I was born they sang. My sound? Is a soft noise
we fall in love in those in-between moments, like when the sun is buried right at the brink of that fine line and if you want to know the truth,the boy i sit next to in physics drew the horizon.
Props and patterns, It's all up to you. How do you choose to feel today? You see, Lately, you haven't been giving yourself enough thanks; Enough paint to finish your masterpiece.
Sleep deprived,zombie-like;as mindless as air,and as mechanical as the gearshiftsof a manual transmission.
A catharsis exuded alongside pencil and paper. Not always compliant
She's so innocent, so sweet Quiet girl, bustling world Why can't she break free? Why can't she scream? Never being noticed or seen So badly she wants the world to see
Sometimes we find that our lungs collapse, our minds wrap around the idea of relapse. We fall to the ground and gasp for air, why, oh God, is this life not fair? With hands on our hearts and a knot in our chest,
she breaths quiety sleeping soundly upon swead cushions comfortable and peaceful
Everything I say is wrong So i've been staying quiet Not speaking for so long
Lazy days and dogs that won't stir, I hope you're happy I hope that you're Sincerly relaxed and seriously invested In the ethical victories over those you've bested.
Poetry The tall, dark and handsome man I long for His broad shoulders are the frames to the most beautiful painting His eyes illuminate in the sky like the stars Almost as if you could touch him,
I'm the kind of person who worries about leaning my seat back in airplanes.
The lush meadow grass, A bright sunny day. Palm clasped in yours Through the fields we'll play. We can sing and talk, I'll ask you how you are.
To you whom-- has my heart I seek in you, my whole desire. But she punctured you, thy dart. we speak, my love, in quiet words. with words we must not leak for she will come and tarnish you
There's something to be said for those moments of grand love. The ones where roses are given and dinner is served to candle light. When fireworks explode in the sky as he gets on his knees.
Do you ever feel like you don’t quite belong In the body you call home? I do. At times, or rather most times, I am so timid that I think I would be better suited
My teacher once told me The snow absorbs sound And that is why in winter When the air is cold And comes out in puffs The world is silent And any sound is muffled By a heavy crystal blanket
In a classroom of extroverts, A classroom full of loud, brazen, outspoken thinkers, There was a quiet girl in the class, Keeping to herself. She didn’t talk much, as she was quite shy,
Empty, solitary, realxed, and let go. The inner floosy of my heart is free to close her eyes and rest. I usually see one other joining my personal solitary confine. Not today though;
Floating Hovering above where I want to be Reality isn't about keeping calm or carrying on Reality is fog in a forest Orange trees swallowed whole Unaware of what is said or heard
It was as a child I learned I was happy. There was only the present moment, and there was never any pressure, no ideals to conform to, no desire to impress.
The sleep of winter roams deep unpunished, Calm, subtle, just. A generous wind, carries Autumn's rubbish; Leaves, weathered to crust. Rain's kiss is as cold as ice. A warning of what's yet to come
The intricacy of the thoughts rendered... strike me like electricity quickly tiptoeing through my veins, the concealment of your emotional state leaves me like summer in the threshold of autumn.. sanctioning me to disdain.
There are so many things I want to tell you I was the quiet one in class who did all of his work But you still gave me the bad grades because I did not talk throughout your class
You can't see me, but I can see you. You're loud and actions are flashy, borderline trashy. I stay quiet and remain classy. That's the difference between you and me.
It’s the effortless secretOf sleepThat pulls you into slumberWithout you knowingAnd the cool ripples of stillnessUnfurling to the corners of your pinkiesSinkingDrifting
Thoughts Within my head They Battle Attack Go for the throat What’s that you say? I question whether there will be a day A day where it all will pay Where all my skill and all my pain
I stand here Never seen Never heard Never to speak Not one single word No one takes notice Or stops to stare For if I don't speak I'm not really there
I know I'm a quiet girl, But I still refuse to say words, I'm sorry that I don't speak, But my life right now is too real, Consider what I may feel, Just leave me to zone out please,
What’s the point of exhaling, When no one wants you to inhale We are all a bunch of hypocrites, you know? We say we love, but We stab each other in the back We say we heal, but
I write because I am human. I am the quiet one. I cannot get the words out when I speak. But when I sit down and place the pen on paper, they come out as if the dam has broken.
Love comes quietly and under the cover of friendship. Like a cat in the night. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. I never thought I'd see it. The day that we two got together.
I'm a listenerI sit back, I watch the showPerformed by those around meAnd I don't mind I prefer it this wayI laugh at jokes, nod in agreementTo the conversations others haveI don't feel left out
With a heavy sigh, I stride into the room. A soft light, cold ground, gentle Scent of perfume. On a white chair, I take my rest, Thinking on who I am, Breaths moving my chest.
It always bothered me, The lack of sound, No one speaks. Silence. It seems too eerie, As if we are all ghosts,
It’s harder here, To be put in this place So Quiet With nothing but a mirror, Put me someplace else! Put me in my past! Where things were better and foolish, loud, crash! Quiet resumes-
A girl with a silent struggle Words caught in her throat Carefully blended in Edges too blurred Easily missed. Someone with a name But a name of no distinction. “What’s in a name?
You think I'm scared of sounding stupid. You tell me it's all right, that I'm "mysterious," That you se the cracks of sunshine bursting through my mask and you want to smash it and set me free.
Necklines foam with yellowed fabric, acrid antiquations growing lace patinas. Shelves slant and overflow, racks packed tight with fringe and French perfume—expired, broken beading on a flapper’s midnight wear,
I know a place where all is still It's by a lake behind a hill And though to find, it's quite a trek It's a lighthouse when you're about to wreck
Dryness. No one expects, but dryness. Don't speak unless you're spoken to; don't speak only speak when it's worth it. Use your words wisely; it's a story, your story; Create it.
People don't realize that in my eyes I see the truth that they try to hide. I know their lies that they try to vocalize. Their shifty mind not placing me in the background, Looking around, Noticing their breakdown.