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Francie Lynch May 2015
There are sounds
I truly hate:
One hand clapping,
Derisive laughing,
Babies crying,
The rasp of dying.
For us, these sounds
Raise sympathy,
For the hard of hearing,
A symphony.
Jinsen Jeanne Apr 2015
Lucia beat Jim to the door
The sink turns on
With a rusted wail
From within a steel throat
She knocks, mouths off
Out in the kitchen
Wood slaps wood
Food fills a bowl
While Emerald pours
Cheerios,
feeling hungry.

Hungry on a bed on a moonlit night
A touch too soon before June for coyotes
Let them wail
Savor the silence of stars in a room
hiding from violence. Alfalfa grows
in rows beneath their own shade.
Let them speak.
Their are voices are drawn into dry wind.
Dissipated in desert before I catch them.
What's the word?
Have you heard?
Walking sluggishly through straw at mid-day.
Where's the door?
So little pay.

A tomb is a vacuum. Should I choose to die.
Chain-smoking my lungs out would suffice.
Should I choose between ears or eyes
I'd be blind and in tune with what you say.
Swathi eruvaram Jan 2015
A little
Quack, quack, quack
Wee, wee, wee
Moo, moo, moo
Baa, baa, baa
Meow, meow, meow
Bow, bow, bow
Oink, oink, oink
Pop, pop, pop
Tick, tick, tock
A little sway, a little hop, a little jump, a little stomp, a little run
Little noises rock the house morning to night
I do a little of everything for you
I have become little again for my little one
Ena Alysopriono Oct 2014
Imagine a crowded room
Every person is talking
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine a city bus
Full of people
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine a green park
People stroll around leisurely
A pin drops to the ground
Can You Hear It?

Imagine an empty room
White walls, concrete floors
A pin drops to the ground
You can't hear it.
heather jackson Aug 2014
you sigh when you're tired and we're talking on the phone
the same way you sigh when you're behind me
and your huge arms are around my neck
and i have to lie down on the linoleum floor to smoke
so that my knees don't give out
rainydaysunday May 2014
As I'm writing this
all I'm thinking of are the pauses
between your words when you stop to wet your
mouth with the disregard of others'
thoughts.
I think of the pauses the people on tv take
They've made those silent but how they shape our lives has become Louder

The pauses in my sister's words are deliberate. because she
can not speak toofast    t o o  f a r   too out of hand
about the things she cares for.
Her words are Broken by the slow sounds of
A mouth closing and
opening others to her opinions closing
them to their own.

I hear my mouth
I hear the way breath skids over my lips like a body being dragged
behind an old pickup.
I hear my mouth make wet noises and
I ask myself how to be dryer
I ask myself why I breathe like I do
because my Living isn't supposed to be a statement.
My life isn't supposed to interrupt
anyone else's.

All I'm thinking of
is that your pauses
interrupt my life.
Genevieve May 2014
I don’t want to sleep
There are too many noises
(Too many voices)


The tick 

Tick 

Ticking of the clock

And the silent buzz

Of street lamps

Outside my window


I can hear her breathing


Like the wind

Rushing through the trees

My heart beat

Pulsing in my chest

It gets harder to breathe

Take it slow

Count the seconds

My mind is so awake

But my eyelids

Are falling 
closed


And i am choking 



Inhaling

Smoke and demons

Exhaling

Carbon dioxide
And ash clouds

My hands are shaky
And my fingers

Are burning red

I feel an electric shock

Jolt through my body

Then entire numbness
Christine Agro May 2014
Car alarms and crying
Beeps and burbles
Tweets and giggles
All up in the crab apple tree.
Even your name is befuddling.
Cat Bird.
Craig Harrison Apr 2014
A noise, quiet but echoing
I get up to look around
but the light doesn't turn on
I try the hallway
again no light
what's happening, I get scared
A noise behind me this time
I turn around
light, finally a light is on
I walk into the room I'd just left
darkness again, the light went out
I make my way to the stairs
still without any light
I feel more scared, I hear a voice
my dad?, no wait it was me
but how
I go down the stairs
still no light
my voice again, "Come here"
what is happening
so scared now, shaking like crazy
I still here my voice but I hear a noise again behind me
I spin
nothing
I see something
a light
but from where
the kitchen
I get there and it goes out again
who's doing this to me
I close my eyes
wishing, praying it will end
a voice in front of me
not mine but I recognise it from somewhere
but not sure
the voice it says
"It's okay, you can wake up now"

I wake up in bed
it was only a nightmare
I feel happy, safe
until the next time I fall a sleep
the dream will return, just like all the other times
This is actually a nightmare I have regularly
I have no idea why

I have never figured out who the voice belongs to that say I can wake up now.

Over the years I have had a few nightmares but this one has hung around for a while, I usually dream of this about once a month and it started about 4 years ago.


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