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Mica Wood Feb 18
Quiet your mind and you may find
peace in such stillness.
Your life feels like chaos when
the music drowns out any possibility of
silence inside.
How can you even think with lyrics of
mesmerizing dandelions
clanging through your consciousness?
From the left and right
distractions dissect your attention.
Why is it so hard
to turn off the music?
Silence is scary—
a frightening thing to befriend.
Some fear the dark, yet
you fear the quiet.
I wrote this with music at full blast
Agnes de Lods Feb 17
Before, I didn’t want this silence
I struggled with an untamed aphasia
I thought if I no longer had voices,
hums, spinning chimes,
it would become nothingness,
the perfect cosmic vacuum.

Unfinished strands seeking new lands
trying to fill the jug
with the whispers of soul dust…
The fading echo defends itself
against absolute emptiness.

They keep talking,
they still try deforming a single atom
so as not to disappear.
But the polyphonic dimension of tones
is slowly dying down.
A breath of the universe's relief,
a pulsating consciousness rising
giving gentle, immense serenity.
TonyNoon Feb 16
We chose this discrete island.
Not cast away as rumoured.
It was space to think things
through that was needed.
In time we found ourselves,
found new skills and learnt
to play with fire and with smoke.

Those first signals, reciprocated
from the far horizon did it.
Like minds entwined above
uncaring water. We wanted more.
We wanted high towers so that
we could see ourselves across
the empty oceans, but towers fall

and dust blows out the flame.

Tony Noon
What’s with the incessant cacophony? Commotion? Noise?
Why stimulate oneself with content, clip after clip?
Why play music in silence that needn’t be filled,
speaking when no words need be spoken?
It’s rather silly, isn’t it? It’s not your fault.
Since there’s no need for any of that…
let’s take a moment to pause.
Yes, just like that.
Slow down,
breathe.
Now…
rest.
Written on 2025-02-14.

I thought of the beginning and end of this one evening, seemingly randomly. I typed it out as quickly as I could, realizing the idea I’d gotten was a poem that “quieted down” as it got to the end, both visually, linguistically, and topically, right down to the ellipsis making the penultimate line just a bit wider than the one below.
Vianne Lior Feb 14
We speak, but do we hear?
Voices rise, yet silence screams—
what are we afraid of?
Morgan Howard Feb 13
The silence is deafening.
How many days has it been?

I can almost make out the faint calls,
Of someone in the distance.

But just as quickly as they appear,
They vanish without a trace.

So, I sit against the wall,
Hugging my knees to my chest.

Scratches on the rough concrete behind me
Marking the depth of my agony

How long will I rot in this cage,
Before someone notices that I am missing?
In the "loneliness",
I find connection.
In the "boredom",
I find fulfillment.
In the "silence",
I find serenity.

Why aren't you at peace?
Ylzm Feb 13
It's unbearable to hear the blind speak of light
Or the dead teaching the dead how to live
And liars affirming liars with yet more lies
But alas inescapable is this babelic cacophony
I run, far into the wilderness, but woe upon me clings
Thus I close my eyes, shut my ears, seal my tongue
Wrap myself in the dark depths of desolation
And like the dead, slip into the silence of the void
Vianne Lior Feb 10
Streetlights flicker on,
but no one notices the dusk—
is it always this quiet?
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