noise
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Technicolor world
vehicles racing faster
streaks of bright colors
flowers on the side
showing their smiling faces
through the thick asphalt
hurried people walk
I write this as I sit awake
Staring at the darkness
Of my big empty room
My pointless heavy room
So blessed I am
I know it too
The fancy new Tesla
The new Lululemon clothes
Ya Know I Hear A LOT OF NOISE...
From... IGNORANT BOYS... !!!
About Their Toys And ALL Their Ploys...
That Make Them THIS... !!!
And Make Them...THAT... !!!
Sometimes, when I am lucky,
I can get away long enough to see the stars.
Far from the noise, from
broken memories and fear of "never enough."
To a wide open space where the news cannot reach.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
My inside drum has its own sound
It can be ear splitting or barely heard
Or every noise in between
But it’s special and unique and only mine
she kept walking away
from all the noise
trying,
for just one second
to give her head a
moment of silence.
but the problem arose
time and time again,
I didn't know
How to make it
On my own
I could recreate
But not create
My words
Were their words
My smile
Was their smile
Until their words
Inspired my words
Questions like "what happened?" or
"did you hurt yourself?" send a
pins and needles panic down my back.
Shut up - go away - shut up - go away
I can't hear you anymore!
You're all quiet to me now!
When I was young
I could not hear
I would stand there and wail
screech like a banshee
Ahhhhhh,for food
Ahhhhhh,for drink
A tick tock noise from the clock in my room
Knocks my head on and on
Till it wakes me up in the middle of the night,
So I found myself looking right at the ceiling
My body starts sweating
The rhythms of life shout out
While the lyrics of your voice whisper
Creeping bass echoes from darkened corners
And rock drops linger from fishers.
Banging noise from distant vehicles
It’s against the rules to bawl here. Not because someone said it, not because it would hurt anything. Just don’t cry. It’s that simple. Just don’t feel. Quit it.
How do we know?
Do we truly need something?
Or simply want it?
I want to stay close to my family
But I could live on without them
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.
When a tree falls in the forest and nobody's around
Does it make a sound?
If a write a poem and nobody cares
Does it still make a change?
Sometimes I wonder
If madness sounds like civilization
Noisy music
Incessant hubbub and babble
The scrape of sandals on concrete
Breaths
You hear the muffled whispers
hiding in this room
you're listening and you're listening but still the whispers loom
haunting whispers in the night
you know that they should give you fright
My mouth goes dry and my throat closes up
People wonder if I am mute
But the truth is I have nothing to say
Wrinkled but soft
Aged and veiny
Her hands have raised us
Tonight they stir spaghetti,
Hang wet clothes,
Wash the dishes.
And how beautiful they are.
It’s said to be heaven
Listen to the
Tik
Tik
Tik
Tik Tok
BeeBop
Drip Drop
Ring Ring
Banana Phone!
Tipping at the tip-top of a
High drop off the
Grand canyon of sky
Beebockety pop
Thunder claps its own song,
Rain drops its own tune,
Wind whistles its own melody
and all that comes from me
is this poem
The squeals of a little girl, the thud of horse hooves,
The rattle of rain down the shingles of roofs,
The clamor of traffic, the roaring whistle of trains,
The deafening throb of machinery numbing the brain,
Here, in the kitchen, you’ll hear if you listen
The aimless Chatter of the plates,
The soft landing of the napkins,
The high-pitched “tink”s of wine glasses,
The sharp exchanges of silverware,
