Tags : Noise

Nodding

Nodding

A Poem by Poe Redd


short one for music lovers
Frozen with Fear

Frozen with Fear

A Story by Angie


It's closing time at the bar. Amy's alone. She hears a noise.
Carnival Silence

Carnival Silence

A Poem by Poe Redd


no desc.
Speechless

Speechless

A Poem by ExLibrum


I can't thinkI can't speakWords spiralBrain whirlsMy heart pumpsMy lungs breathAnd yetAmongst the noiseI am speechless
A day from today

A day from today

A Poem by Abdul Batin Osman Bey


A series of flowing thoughts with a serious reflection at the end
Prologue: Holliday, the Benefactor

Prologue: Holliday, the Benefactor

A Chapter by Raymond Pulver IV


At the Utah manor, two gentlemen discuss the good ol' days over cigarettes and absinthe.
Rigid Young Soldiers

Rigid Young Soldiers

A Poem by Poe Redd


BVB army, my friends..
Silence

Silence

A Poem by Mir


I don't know.
I Fell From Heaven

I Fell From Heaven

A Poem by Rachel Landes


Children Dancing And singing And playing On pianos We step Making noise Now we are noisy And clumsy And..
This is all I ask

This is all I ask

A Poem by Hannah Marilyn Boulier


Tonight I cry for the peace that will come.For the distress in the airof a dark house.The people, the couple,the loudness that brought me upor forgot ..
This Noise

This Noise

A Poem by Harley Rose


Noise so load it mufflesMy thoughtsMaking it unableTo speakEveryone goes onAs I sit hereTrying to pull myself togetherAs my thoughts being to surfaceT..
Reading Lips

Reading Lips

A Poem by Saint No-One


An exploration of why we need music, why we need noise, and why some nights a moshpit is just as important as a tight hug.
My Silence/ Your Noise

My Silence/ Your Noise

A Poem by Bri


This is an opposite poem. Read the first line of the first poem, the first line of the second poem, the second line of the first poem, the second line..
I hate that all

I hate that all

A Poem by Rahul


Try to make yourself clean from all outer's earthly evils.
Hiding

Hiding

A Poem by Sarah F-W


Find me.Find me hidden between the moss and leaves.The bark that hold lives,but not ours.This place has a thousand stories to tell,we just don't speak..
Strings

Strings

A Poem by John Holmes


I wonder who has power over you?