No one digs in the corners Where the smell festers deepest. Their shovels just clang and clack On the crumbled poured cement That’s broken in the centre Because it lifts easier that grey concrete rubble bow Where the walls join together, Connected to the cold ground: Below the record player, That knew only but one song At entirely the wrong speed: Is where she lays, still waiting, Still wasting, still wailing out. No one will ever find her. The ammonia stings their eyes Should they wander close enough To spot the fresh plaster marks, Or the abandoned teddy Adorned with a bow, alas, No one digs in the corners.
Sat in a world, Filled with noise and conversation, My brain screams for silence. A reprieve from the nonsense, From the clutter and disarray. To be sat in contemplation, Reflection of current states, Past events and future deeds. I yearn for time and peace, To sit and ponder, To think about what my life really means, What my actions will incur, Where my choices will lead. Is it dumb luck? Or I am exercising control? Is it nature or nurture? Fact or fiction? What is the meaning of everything? Sat in a room filled with chatter, People making idle small talk, I pray for silence. For people to keep and hold, In all of the pointless natter, To really think about the words, The meanings and the purpose, For speech is a gift misused, And silence is a word often abused. There is no need for silence to be filled, For it to be disgraced, By the social nervousness, And the discomfort, That shrouds its being. Sometimes, to sit together, With no words, Is all we need. Sat in a stadium full of fans, Their shouting and blaring, Then we are asked for silence. To bow our heads and pay respects, For many have fallen, And congregation is the only time, The only place, For us to all fall silent, Even though that time is limited. Should silence truly be for the fallen? And owed to the dead? If so, then why are we all so loud! Why are we all so concerned? So confused at those in silence? Sat in a theatre, Where noise is precise, And I hang on the silence. Perfect moments, movements and words, All extenuated, pronounced, explained, By those simple moments. Those eloquent pauses, Where no sound is present. It is like some kind of god, Has done the spring cleaning, Removed all the unnecessary babble, And allowed us to notice the value, Of that which is left unsaid. And the audience, From kindness and respect, Sit there, eyes fixated, Focused and bewitched, All in silence. Sat up in bed, The streets but barren and calm, I hate the silence. I long for a melody to take my ear, And softly sing me to sleep. A gentle noise, Twisted in the words of a lullaby. For I hate this silence, For silence is empty. Silence is nothing. Silence has no meaning, Yet it purposefully bothers me, Meaningfully taunts me, Beckons me and turns me away. It may have no meaning, But it is far from purposeless.
Company used to hold such value. People were so inexplicably important. Yet I'm in my little haven. Snippets of conversations, here and there, With select individuals, a chosen few. My blissful isolation, my sweet little home. I can truly relax and be the real me
When the words have left, The room falls silent, Tension hangs in the air, Going stale in the still mouths, Leaving that bitter taste, Of not knowing what to say, Of saying too little.
You should know, My silence is wrong, You're quiet and content, I am loud and proud. Yet my silence has gone continually unquestioned. I am not one for silence, Can't you see, at all? I'm shout it so loud, without words or sounds. I need you to help me. I need you to save me. The agony is built up, Years of things unsaid. I can't say them to you, But at least notice! Don't push me away more, I need you to be there more, Now more than ever! Don't leave me in this silence! Save Me...
Have you run out of words? Is that why there is silence, Empty, cold silence? Let me in, let me know, It's fair to assume I'll be there, I'm always here. Just Tell me. Use your words. The words I fondly look into, The words I see move slowly, Let their warmth back, please. Speak the truth, or even lie, Anything is better than nothing! Everything is better than nothing, Silence, like this, is unbearable. You can even tell me to go, I happily will, Just break the silence
Sometimes I need to, Sometimes I can't say, All of the most important things. But I think that now, It's time to stop talking. I need not to run my mouth, I need not to say all those things, Because soon, You'll start to hate me, If you don't already, And if you do already, That's justified But I think that now, It's time to stop talking.