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Tess M Feb 2020
heart screams
noise overwhelms
why is it
failing me?

is there truly
no one?
no fish?
maybe mammals
are better

but the world
hates
why do they
hate
me

too close to home,
to what I know

why cant this
end?
monique ezeh Jan 2020
I think I think too much.

In my head, there are links
Between the things that I think  
That shouldn’t quite touch.

I’m drifting through time and space,
Erratically bouncing surface to surface  
In search of a purpose for the cacophony inside my head.

I wonder if it needs to make sense
or if I should just
Accept the immense presence of all this nonsense.
Keiya Tasire Jan 2020
It is so quiet.
I hear peanuts shells
snapping
teeth grinding
peanuts into butter
between his teeth.
The quiet page turning
Buried do deeply in
"The Scottish Prisoner"
It will be a while
Before he is hungry for dinner.
A bonus!
Turing thoughts inward
to the ever present ringing in my ears.
Long breaths in
and slower breaths out
Allowing the noise to disappear.
It is a quiet night. I like quiet nights.
Colm Jan 2020
I cannot clear the palate of my mind with all of this noisy taste embodied.
Mind Soup - In Ears
Andrea Dec 2019
Victim, of my own choices
Caught, in a tight corner
With my back to the wall
All I hear is noise
I feel as if I could not escape
Phoenix Jan 2020
all the noises echoing around me,
the sounds getting stuck
bouncing around inside my skull,
the feet tapping
those pens dropping
that page turning
my mind as clear as a blizzard day,
hearing every little creek,
over and over,
higher and higher,
faster and faster,
my brain never stops,
these sounds can’t escape,
nobody can see it, but…

…the silence has never been so loud
my anxiety gets triggered when I hear as small as tapping a pen on the table to as big as clapping/applause. This is my daily struggle at school.
Sumaira Asghar Jan 2020
We at far off places
survive in a hope
of reuniting with our loved ones,
in a hope that there wouldn't be
this eternal note of silence,
that there would be the noise of happiness.
However, I am here
hopeless I'd ever see you
or even get to know you
because I misunderstood the distance -
It's worlds not miles.
I misunderstood the distance between us: It's worlds not miles.
Empire Dec 2019
tw: self harm


There’s this noise
It’s on repeat
In my head
And it’s whispering
In the back of my mind

do it again
                  cut deeper this time
   don’t you want to see the blood?
                       don’t you want to feel the pain?
        you want it.              i know.
                         just pull out the knife
              clean it
and release

Bhill Dec 2019
There is always a way to gain in life's joys
It's not just about the noise and the toys
I think it's what you can learn and unmask
To be able to use what the world has on task
You must have eyes open to see what is there
See all that you can and always, always share

Brian Hill - 2019 # 320
Learn .all you can and share it to all...
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