Silent

Silent

A Poem by Brittany W
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poem, story? i dont know, enjoy.

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The sky is just breaking twilight. The cool air leaves goose bumps all over my skin, its quiet as I lay in the grass, far away from civilization. The grass is taller than me, and it makes me feel even more alone. I take a deep breath and my lungs are pleased with this clean fresh air, that I take another. It’s too quiet I think to myself, and with that thought I let out the most horrific scream, so horrific that I woke up all the little creatures in this field. Above my head birds fly out of the grass, I hear a dog bark in the distance and the slam of screen doors as a worrying neighbor runs out to see if everyone’s all right. After time, the neighbor goes back inside, the birds settle down back into their grass, and the dog lays his head down on the cool cement. While I lay here, alone. Because the truth is, I’m not all right.

© 2010 Brittany W


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Brittany W
Its been too long since i've wrote, im experimenting, hope you enjoy, i really dont know what this is.

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i also have no clue what this is ! But thank god adjectives exist so I can begin to describe !
Captivating - When you can grab the reader's attention and not let go until the very end, that means you have skill. After a second read, I can really appreciate your rhymes.
My favorite lines are the two opening ones; a well painted canvas.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Very nice prose, I like the images and the ending.

Posted 10 Years Ago


because it always ends silent. There is a calmness here...amidst the insanity that surrunds...maybe that calm is within

Posted 10 Years Ago


I found this to be a bit vague but I gather the theme of confusion and doubt. Just one thing that is niggling at me: You say that she is far from civilisation, yet it is implied that she is close to a neighbourhood, what with the mention of the screen door and the worried neighbour. Just a thought. (:

Posted 10 Years Ago


Reading this gave me a very serene feeling. Beautiful!

Posted 10 Years Ago


Impressionist painters went out into what they painted, felt it change, sat with it, dined with it and then felt they knew it enough to paint it. Some kept painting the same scene over and over. Some took what they experienced back to the studio and recreated the sensations there.

Experimentation is good. It's interesting you stopped where you did. Let it rest a while and then come back and see what the piece tells you. Great painting though.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I like this. At the beginning it's such a serene feeling, like she's just taking time to think to herself and figure things out, but then she realizes that she doesn't want to think about it, so she screams to get rid of everything. And then she realizes that she isn't all right, no matter how many times she says that to her friends and family.
That's what I got. It's beautiful. And for some reason I really like these little type of story poem things, or whatever they're called. If you figure out what it's called, let me know, this was really pretty though. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


The calm before the storm~

Posted 10 Years Ago


very well written

Posted 10 Years Ago



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