Tags Noise
The World is Cruel and ColdA Poem by 水希The world is cruel and cold Yet beautiful and bright It is a constant cycle We're being eaten up And spat right out With no room to cry or shout .. |
(The Parlour) NoiseA Poem by John HolmesCan't you hear it?the ticking, the flowingThe insufferable calamitythat is this blasted noise.Ticking timeFlowing fateThe Screaming, hollow screams of.. |
White NoiseA Story by Stephen CrowWe are all shouting at the world, and it's strangely hard to hear. |
(The Parlour) Whatever I would doA Poem by John HolmesIt is on my mindwhen the rain descends from the heavensIt is the Crimson in my bloodThe Fire burning in my heartThe Cold, Crisp Ice in my veinsIt is t.. |
Chapter 4A Chapter by TheresaSeptember 23, 2014 11:15amChapter 4The libraryis my safe haven.I hear the buzzingof the overheadlight, flickering, struggling.I hear the low murmu.. |
Symphonic NoiseA Poem by AlecAh the trill of symphonic noise.A classic taste of an elegant poise.Sing me a song sharp of staccato,or a tune, perhaps, of flowing legato.Enchant me .. |
Belonging to the Loved OnesA Poem by Robert RonnowWhy make a sound or noiseor do anything to the page?Unison playing from polyphony,music evolves toward simplicity.Gould's assertion that complexity,NA.. |
Not enough heatA Poem by Robert RonnowNot enough heat. Snow. Cold. and now rainon Tuesday morning. traffic sloshes to work.it is cloudy for the second straight day. the snowwas magical onl.. |
Cast a cold eye and waitA Poem by Robert RonnowWhat do you thinkof the man peeing, the ever-shitting mouse?Finding meaning in killingand cleaning house.Sal quit school,your lover stops writing.Eter.. |
Take the Ripe PlumA Poem by Robert RonnowHow far from nature and life it isthe gray clouds, airplanes in themthe night cooing and pigeons roostingSirma's garden gone to roses and seed .. |
Icarus, Chapter 3: NoisesA Poem by gabiaimeeThere are too many |
SomethingA Poem by Robert RonnowSomething created. Does the creator think aheador spill a storm. Rain happens. We supply thereasons. Evaporation of water collecting overhuge expanses.. |
A voice in the NightA Poem by Gerry Legistersometimes we hear whispering voices in the night, and it is difficult to distinguish between the noise we hear and the voices that are unclear |
On a Stage of EmptinessA Poem by Alfred Kukitzusually the loudest voice |
The RecluseA Poem by David Lewis PagetHe hadn’t lived in the world of men Since he’d tossed his job, and quit, He’d told his boss, ‘There’s no fu.. |
Jeremiah Johnson( the movie).A Story by TomorrowneverknowsI don't understand this strange and complex world. I feel very tired and have anxiety many times. I am going into a severe existential crisis? Deppres.. |