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LJDC Aug 2016
The night's so quiet.
Why be a deafening silence?
So quiet my head just blew.
I took my pen.
I tore some paper.
Then I was lost.

The night's so quiet.
Guilt rang in my ears,
As my heart beats,
the breeze whispers,
"Why?"

The night's so quiet.
I want to shout.
I am scared.
I am alone.
*I need your noise.
Some nights just makes you write randomly. Or maybe it's just that I'm alone for 3 nights already.
How I felt
How I wondered
How I dealt
How I plundered

Towards the roaring river
In the thunderous storm
The animals dodge nature's aimed quiver
As I stood on the upper cliff form

Marveling the rain, clouds, lightening, wind, and thunder
The screams of my head
Were overtaken by these blunders
Greater noises up ahead

Here is where I can finally hear silence
For all that yelling inside my mind turns mute
And all external hullabaloo are but a ring in noiseless
For if I can match each one's volume and ******, a pure, beautiful quietness goes on as a loop
b e mccomb Jul 2016
My therapist has a
white noise machine
Outside her
office door.

It sounds like a
box fan in the
Summer and a
coffee *** in the
Morning and a
distant vacuum cleaner
All at once.

And you can hear
voices over it but
You can't hear
what they're saying.

I have a
white noise machine
Somewhere in the
back of my head.

It sounds like
radio static
The loose noise
they put in the
Backing tracks of
songs and it never
Shuts off.

And I can hear my
thoughts over it but
I can't hear
what they're saying.
Copyright 12/16/15 by B. E. McComb
Waiting4TheStop Jul 2016
Echoes first quiet, a pitch that hounds can barely hear.

Gently coaxing her. "Come now, no one has to know, just give in dear."


Blues and reds spinning. Sirens scream.

 So much better and yet so much worse.



Trying to beg. But no, they're tuned out.

I don't know any other route,
I still can't tell, no voice to shout.


They're all deaf! Please God, open just one ear.
b e mccomb Jul 2016
There's spotlights
And track lights
And ambient
Wall lights.

And my feet always feel
Closer to the ground in here.

Chairs and floors and
I am not getting anywhere.

Throbbing, my head, make
It stop, plug my
Ears and hide my face
In darkness.

Drumbeats, reverberating
Through the furniture, make it
Stop, just
TURN OFF THE NOISE.

I swear, I will keep
My back against this wall
Until something happens, and I
Swear, something will happen.

There's spotlights
And track lights
And ambivalent
Wall lights.
Copyright 7/18/15 by B. E. McComb
sayona Jun 2016
it used to be so loud inside of my head
when you were around
but ever since you left
all i can hear
is the echoed sound of my heart shattering
and i think that i'm really starting to miss the noise
Tyler Houck Jun 2016
I am at my house
Loving the peace and quiet.
My family arrives
And the solitude fades out
because of the arguing.
I love my parents, but they always have something to complain about.  I suppose I should have expected it going home for the Summer.
Stuart Hayashi Jun 2016
white noise is like everything happening at once
too much for the speakers to capture fully
after all an audio device tuned into nothing is tuned into everything
The layers of machine gears grinding
screams of bliss and agony
all turned into static while plugged into nothing
plugged into nothing
plugged into gods glory
gray rain May 2016
Silent screams
come from
every student
as the lack of noise
kills creativity
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