#noises
Overlapping sounds
As my head pounds
Unwatched television
As he watches his phone
Can he make a decision?
My mind is blown
Did I mention both are loud
He is disavowed.
Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
I am boiling inside
Rage
Rage
Rage
A mental room destroyed
Unheard words and curses
An animal uncaged
The intensity
Of a broken heart
That refuses
To accept the truth
That I am miserable
Without you
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:39 AM UTC
It's like a parasite, the devil on your shoulder,
Whispering faults, lies, deceits,
Waiting to watch you fail, to watch you crumble,
To see you break
It’s always there in the palm of your hand,
The depths of your soul, the back of your mind,
When you’re shaking, there are no breaks, no reprieve
When you’re crying, sweating, it’s always there
Try as you might, to rid the feeling,
It’s too late, too developed, like a tumor ever growing
“It’s your fault” it says “Just speak” it says,
“You made another mistake” it says
It whispers in your mind, waits, stalks,
Until the right time comes then it strikes
It makes you care too much, too hyperaware,
The eyes watching makes it worse
The noises made, he smells, the touch,
What you’ve done wrong, how they feel about you,
It never leaves, it hides, goes invisible,
Just until the next chance to strike
Oct 24, 2025
Oct 24, 2025 at 1:03 PM UTC
I wrote about
Heartache
Not following your
Past mistakes,
But, what about
The girls or boys
Getting *****
Losing innocence
As such young age,
Not even
Knowing
What they lost?
Gained horrors
For a life range
Used
As toys for
A meaningless
Exchange,
Monster intoxicated
With lust
Roaming these streets,
That’s the real issue
No my clothes
You pin,
What a bad joke
Life is?
Instead being
Kind
We being stripped
From our
Dignity.
Mar 13, 2025
Mar 13, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
Alexa
Enya
oven
rain
tumble drier
cats
washing machine
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 7:39 PM UTC
you scream like a cooped up witch
saturn’s screeches soft and scary.
in your manic delirium
in the riptide rushing
the silence is painful
and painless
and fierce.
mercurial girl
who washes her hands
in the sand
moves with the moon.
you stray from the constellations
and get devoured by black holes.
fickle flight.
you dive in the atmosphere
bound in the sky.
the planets isolated
abandoned and forsaken.
translating the sounds cascading
from my mouth.
the stars are so plain
and staple and monotonous
they look like your mistakes
that never give accountability.
you suffer in sound.
you shrink into dust.
without your meaning
carved inside history books.
in your total incoherence
in the motionless galaxy
the dawn has no meaning
like the cells
that make up your existence.
like saturn you scream
a moribund planet
waiting to be rescued
by the fragments
that make you a wasted
futile shell of inconsequentiality.
like saturn you shriek
like a banshee.
you’re dying.
Jan 4, 2023
Jan 4, 2023 at 1:40 PM UTC
if night had a sound it would be a low chatter
the hum of electric cold air
that quietly blows
crisp linen sheets
that speak in the dark
freshly painted walls
that scream in white
television screens
that murmur stories
flickering light posts
that buzz in the night
iridescent cicadas
that hum in the trees
incandescent lovers
that talk in secret
fingers pecking keys
that drum out words
if night had a sound it would be a low chatter
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
Generating noises and worries
In a moment of recess while restless
There, heaves in sight of a wish
to have some sort of magic
spells to make your pain and sufferings vanish
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 2:41 AM UTC
The noises
don't let me sleep
at the day
And The Silence
Keeps me awake
At Night
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 2:46 AM UTC
make noises in your head so you can’t hear your heart
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 4:39 AM UTC
them creaky noises:
many
years ago wrote of meandering this old house,
in the creaky hours of-should-be-sleeping,
listening to the varietals of noises old houses speaking,
how the floorboards talk among themselves when
no human about to trod them, to elicit their groaning,
solicit their tales of who, when and memorizing the ending,
where.
nowadays
I wander same as before, same house, same wee hours,
no direction home, as I am technically “at home,” but still
directionless, still crazy after all these years, but that’s not
the only still, still left unheard, now new creaks demand a
hearing.
the house
*still talks to me in its language peculiar, but now,
my body, of its own free will, in its poetry of groans in bones,
creaking, two dialects of getting old, always being cold,
sleeping with your socks on, your twisty back named Jack,
who hijacked your invincible good health and getting up is a
hysterical funny musical of snap, crackle and pop, coming from
places inside your body, that supposedly don’t posses the skill of
speech*.
nowadays,
kept awake by a united nations assembly of them creaky noises,
whirring motors turning me and things on and off all night, what
a racket, only early dawn calls them to order, to quiet down please,
everybody shush, the old house and it’s content, **an old poet, needing
some winks cause soon enough the sun and the fog will arrive to
commandeer his overnight recollections, write them up, & write them
down, still crazy**.
like the one about them creaky-sounds, coming-from god-knows
where?
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 4:55 PM UTC
I will not lie
Every year on this very day
the more I want to die
but is the voices that keep me alive
On this day
I'm expected to be happy
as everybody wishes me
But I've always felt empty
Nothing has changed
Every year is the same
From the silence in my room
to the noises in my brain
My wish for every year
will never be different
whether or not I could be happier
Then the previous birthday
Feb 5, 2020
Feb 5, 2020 at 8:19 AM UTC
Rap music, discernible except for when the rumble and bumps of the jumping wheels takes over
But still subordinate compared to the twitters, chattering away
The scent of chicken wafts over from the seat across the isle (mind you I’m a vegetarian)
The seat head vibrating my head, thumping the same spot
From rap to pop, voice like a silky cord, winding, winding, grating
Piano back to rap
Head bends and peers, teases, smiles, the turtle returns back into the shell
Phones, phones, busy busy bees those thumbs
Back squished, precarious water bottle about to-HORN
Blasts, the wheels jump, and I’m gone with the sway
My **** falls, my body shakes, the chatters, the charters, the laughs, the shrieks
I’m swept up, I’m swept up
And washed away
...
We’re here
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:05 PM UTC
As a child everyone was scared of the monster under the bed
That made snarky and rattling noises just when we're about to sleep
I was scared too
But then we grew up
And realized that it's all a myth
We got our heart broken
Shattered beyond repair
We got our self -esteem splintered
Soon we stopped sleeping at night
Like earlier times
But this time the monster that made noise
Was inside...
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
I closed my eyes
Focusing on every noise around.
Heard some heartbeats I first thought were mine.
Now I close my eyes and softly fall in love
With the way I remembered you,
Your body,
Your soul,
And all.
That made the difference.
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 6:19 PM UTC
the metro is a dream machine,
lights pulse through dark windows;
colours stretch, tangle,
till they break, phase, fade out.
those high pitched squeals,
squeaks of wheels, wind tunnel
rush and hum of pushing against time.
gliding underground, electric eel,
growls like a metal dragon,
tail bending around corners,
weaving the bends,
hisses like a snake.
jumping out in the half second
before it exhales to a stop.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
The insect’s trills
Louder than ever
But
Somehow
Ignored
What would happen,
If we noticed
All those things that tend to pass us by
...
Madness perhaps?
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
The storm flashes white strobe lights
illuminating the soppy landscape
Thunder rolls the hills
crying in loneliness
Alone tucked under the constant strumming of grandfather clock
I am burdened
Weighted down by tornado thoughts
swirling twisters in and out
There is a haunting silence that slices,
in between the booms of night's tantrum
a silence so thin,
the cracks in the hardwood whisper low
They speak of chilling steps lead by ghosts
of wandering hopes, gypsy breaths and thoughts untold
The fire shrinks, flames frightened by the storm
the lights flicker, electrical surges spark
skin crawling fear inches closer
wrapping it's claw up my back
Panic comes with each heave of air,
the silence hovers like spirits crossed over
my eyes wander the four walls, pained in glass
anticipating the boom
The sudden strike that fills empty room
lighting shattered
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 2:37 AM UTC
Round and around
trying harder to let out a sound
in all the noises
I will never be found
I'd really like to astound
but I have no such current account
I look at the people crowned
not a single frown
smiles surround
Along them
I try pretend
Sentences silver and gold
choices not too bold
the ideas carefully framed
the visions all very tamed
nothing I had in mind
just to please their time
Speak all the roses
hide all the thorns.
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 3:39 AM UTC
Lost in my thoughts again
They're dark and I can't seem to hide
Nightmares are speaking again
The lurk around to hunt me down
"Don't cry, Jojo, it's all ok."
These lies I tell myself each day.
Why THEY say that I'm a friends
About me, much, they do not care
When I need them the most
They are always never there.
"Don't cry, Jojo, it's all ok."
These lies I tell myself each day.
theseliesitellmyselfeachday
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
I was standing somewhere alone,
watching things come and go,
listening to the noises and voices around me,
that moment was constant,
as nothing felt different,
no person or thing made me hold my breath a moment longer,
but then you came,
like a wind,
which turned into storm,
and somehow
you cancelled all the loud noises,
you blurred all the excessive frames,
it was as if you hacked my mind and
made me focus my everything on you.
I don’t know what happened in that moment
but it was different,
and for me
love is something different
something that mesmerizes you,
amazes you, and something that you hold onto.
Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 3:44 AM UTC
Within us, is a voice
that no one ever heard off.
A sound wanted to go out
Yet its forbidden
and not allowed
For we are always ask don't
Don't speak your mind.
It's what they always say
now you're silent
and you cant be
someone you are destined to become
Still we continued to be silent
For we are afraid,
Scared of what it can do
that's what on our mind
The little voice inside us
only wanted to be heard
Now we want it to drown
into the abyss of nothingness
and stay in that void
for we are afraid of what others think.
Not knowing its potential
it stayed there
stuck with all the other noises
Noises that always rendered
and deemed it as useless
Those noises kept you chained with
the guilt of voicing it out.
Dragging you further down.
Creativity and all of your
wonderful imaginations
cant come out for its locked up
for you are SILENT
and always afraid of what others think,
always waits for the approval of others.
Now you kept it all in
You will never learn to fly
because you wrapped your VOICE
with fear and guilt.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC