We fear Silence.
We fear the absence of sound like we fear the emptiness it fills us with.
When one fears the silence consuming them, they must only remember to listen.
Listen to the sounds that are always there, but never noticed,
Listen to the sounds that are often overlooked,
The sounds that prove to us that we are never as alone as we feel.
The sound of a plane soaring overhead.
Trains rolling along their tracks with yellow headlights piercing through a black night.
Rain falling steadily on a window pane.
Silence seems dauntingly inescapable.
It seems as if a moment too long trapped in a world of silence would be enough to forever descend in a world of loneliness.
What we don’t realize is that true silence doesn’t really exist.
We fail to understand that true loneliness is simply fictitious,
For there will always be something there remaining to obliterate the perception of silence.

I am sixteen going on lonely, and I hide secrets  between the lips of my friends.
I drink coffee to feel grown up but I hate the bitter taste.
Im afraid of ghosts and memories, but not the kinds you see in movies.
I don’t know how to feel about you leaving, but I know it’s for the best.

I don’t like to think about time
It makes me sadly nostalgic
It goes to fast, moments last
For just but a second
And that time with you
Was so precious
Rewind it back. I wish it never ended
And somehow these always end up about you..

******* in anxious ropes
Walking, Till I tripped and fell from the tightrope
Well.. there goes my high hopes
Watching them fall n sink into spirals
Used to say something stupid and watch how her eyes roll
Light up a smoke and watch where my mind goes
oh where’d the time go
Start thinking about some stuff that I shouldn’t
Go ahead and flip the channel
Then I remember the cute donut girl wearing her flannel

I’ve been doing all wrong
for what now feels like too long
and I’m feared that my fears gone
cause minds been gone for eons
so i’m depicting new reasons
to live on
i’m so odd
i’m an oddball
standing on the cliff so close that the rocks fall
too busy too notice another missed phone call

I used to write you poetry
Then one day I could no more
There were too many words there
That could leave my heart raw
So I threw away the pen I used
Desperately tried to close the door
Yet the feelings built up and up
Until finally I could take no more

The words spilled with a vengeance
Upon page after page of white
They talked highly of love and lust
They mentioned things, both wrong and right
They cursed and expressed and cried bitterly
Until the tears blurred my sight
Then finally the love bled through
And gave me the strength to fight