Okay, something neat here. Good and kind of groundbreaking. Keep in this path and you will have a good trademark on your name. Good work. I have to say it could use a few things, I will let you handle that. Great write. -sin
that was awfully loud...my ears are still ringing... it was almost louder than the gig i saw yesterday...ooomph.
(screaming only to hear sound- (precious noise- noise to cover the quiet) and the terrible silentness of it)
extracurricular activities or something as beautiful we learned on out english lesson, loving the silent sound that is screaming so hard... wonderful md! the contrasts, the funny little things i didnt even get cos they were so awfully funny... i think my hangover came back<3
interesting...i think your description should be part of it though, just because it proves youre not being pretensious about everything...yeah this was different as im sure someone will already have told you, so i'll go now ellisa
No criticism here. So well done! I glommed on to this one, 'cause it's how I feel most of the time. When I'm home, quiet is not allowed. I've just got to have background noise that can mean something -- radio, cd, tv, people talking... The recent study they talked about on tv showing that kids study better if it's quiet -- I blew that off in a heartbeat -- no relavence to me. On the other hand, when I go to the mountains, I want as much quiet as I can get, so I can hear the sounds that are already there. 4WD's ATV's and motorcycles are not appreciated. So do I like silence, or not? I've never been able to answer that one... bent
lol that's so funny! not to mention quite interesting. I liked it and have never seen anything like it previously. I guess there's not really much else to say except why did you write this? like what inspired you? was this just like out of the blue? but I feel the "hating the quiet" thing but then sometimes I wish that quiet was all there was. :/
Ha ha, this is great. To be honest, I love the word silence, because it's the one word that by saying it, you break it. :) Silence is something that can't really be overcome, though, as your poem suggests because in the end it's all that's left. Sometimes I think that even when there is noise, the silence is there. Very unique poem. It's so different from anything I write that I don't feel equipped to give any constructive crit - any comments I have are just a difference in writing style. And that's not constructive! Apologies if this comment is nonsensical.
This was very different. Its so increadably blunt, that it totally grabs your attention. Its funny becuase im sure we all have felt like this at one time or another. When the silence is so defaning, that you can hardly stand it.
Wow, I dont think that i have ever read a poem that made me read it about 10 times just to make sure that i understood it at the most high point possible. This is a great poem just because it reminds me of the times that i sit there drumming on the weirdest things so that i could get away from the silence..the silence that eats away at you and your very being..the deafening silence. I like this poem because it makes me think deep inside abot the times when i have thought that the silence is sometimes more deafening then the loudest noise. THis is great. You put emotion into this..just plain emotion..it didnt seem confined at all and i like that.
Lol that was interesting and well. I haven't seen anything I have liked in a while really. Anyways, this is a deep psychological problem in mind. I wrote some prose about it on my website. It's called "Reflection, Isolation" I should post it. Anyways, I see this as fear of silence, because silence is when we reflect on ourself, and being afraid to see what you are. Silence means you are alone to find yourself. Why else do we escape? Why do we go on vacations? To find ourselves. I think it is unhealthy to never be alone. Because when you are alone, you shape who you are, you ground yourself in your morals and standards, and you build your personality. You can't build a personality when you are around people. Because you're only copying them. Anyways, I have no idea if that is what your poem is about, that is just what it made me think.