Writing Prompt

The sound of silence is deafening. It’s the void of all any any noise, but you can hear how it feels inside of you. If you had to make a sound - to mimic silence - it would be the slight hum of electricity running through my body. The sound of me swallowing - opening my ears. I can feel the silence in the stillness of grass, the way the breeze tickles the back of my neck. I can smell the earth and...

Silence is heavy. It presses down on me from all directions. It is suffocating, squeezing the air from my lungs. I long for a sound. A drip or a sigh, anything to give a sign of life. It entraps me, daring me to break it. I cannot escape this trap.

Silence is heavy. It holds me close. In the quiet that follows harsh words, it wraps around me comfortingly. I hold onto the moment. The peace in nic...

Being blindfolded stops you from seeing.

It takes away your path that was once there.

Being guided can be miss leading.

Or you could stand there with out a voice to lead because no one cares.

I walked a path with you with a blindfold on.

But I could still hear your voice moving me.

what if that voice wear to be gone.

So I take these steps forward not knowing if your going to flee.

I walked that p...

The most profound form of existence.

The resistance, the revolutionary cognitive dissonance;

I love your voice but you’re most attractive when you’re…

Silent.

I love the way your mouth curves as you speak about your passions and doubts but I love it more when you’re…

Silent.

I love when you talk to me about how I set your soul on fire but I love it more when the tension grows and we both go…

Si...

To me, silence is not the absence of all sound. It is moment where the noise of life disapates and my mind rests. The birds may be chirping and the wind may be blowing but the noise of life stops. For a moment I can rest as a stillness settles in me. It is slilent. It is still. It is not empty, but the opposite. I feel full of peace as I rest in the soft silence....

Silence, she is a velvet drape, cool against fevered skin, A hush that tastes of unsweetened nectar, a breath held within. She sounds like the ghost of a hummingbird's wings, a vibration unfelt, A feather-light pressure on closed eyelids, secrets the moonlight has dealt. She smells of petrichor after a dream, a promise whispered low, A depth you can fall into and never touch bottom, a place only w...

For me silence is not just an absence of sound

It’s a combination of experiences usually never found

While looking out my window I wished the birds would quiet down

Just so I can feel like I can hear the sunrays hitting town

Silence is a language that will never be spoken

Never will new frequencies hit my ear

Silence is a bond that will never be broken

Even when loudness feels so near

Silence ...

an empty room

four walls that feel tight

claustrophobia

I am really small

the walls are big and black and menacing

they tower up upon me and whisper

"......."

so intimidating with no words

but I can hear it as loud as a scream

they move closer and closer

crowding up around me

and I am so small and small

just shacking and trembling.

on the table in the corner, I see a glass of water falling. ...

In my world, silence is not an absence but a vivid tapestry of hues and sensations. I was born deaf, so while the rest of the world might know only a single note of quietude, I experience a myriad of colours and emotions that speak where sound cannot.

Each morning, as the first light pours into my room, I watch the sky blush with the soft pink of dawn. To me, silence is the gentle shimmer of ear...

Silence

It’s deafening yet disheartening

It’s when I can hear the air conditioning, the birds outside my window, aswell as my pounding heartbeat

Its a sign somethings wrong

Wrong with me, or my life

I can’t breathe

Nothings happening outside of me but in my head the thoughts run wild

Running without bounds against a Time Machine

Scared I’m gonna stop them or fight back

Silence reminds me most o...