You perceived my kindness as weakness. Now my strength is perceived as selfish.You perceived my silence as compliance.Now my voice is perceived as vile.You perceive my friendliness as reconciliation.Now my explanations are perceived as a lie.You perceived my actions as needy.Now my actions are perceived as self-centered.You perceived my love as a reason to control.Now my control is perceived as heartless.I worry about oth...

Tap your toe, Pick at your jeans, Play around-  forums, Text random people, Hum random tunes, Bite your lip, Play with the keyboard- trying to think of what to write- you want to,  but what about? Listen to music- like always- breathe deep, calming yourself, Yawn- but cover it, Gasp- hold your sides- but cover it. Everything ends in silence.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What is a whisperAmongst a thousand screams?A lone voice criesIn the wildernessAnd the ancients misunderstand,Mishear, misreadFor a thousand thousand years.What is the heart cryAmongst a thousand lost souls?The ghosts of terror ride the nightAnd crawl upon the skin of the trembling,Seeking the last vestigeOf whatever morsel is l...

Silence A blessing or a curse? Has daddy finally gone to bed With his reeking breath and angry eyes Or is he out there waiting Wanting me to move Another excuse to hit me A beating I enticed My stomach grumbles loudly When was the last time I ate?? Do I dare to risk it Is food really all that important? A second growl is rousing Me up from the bed Maybe if I'm quiet He'll never now I 've gone Down the stairs Skip the sque...

I am enthralled by little pins of cold that dissipate on my tongue. The crisp air tingles my nostrils as I gaze into the soft grey sky. The flakes are tiny. They float lazily down and sparkle for an instant before disappearing into the grass. The silence is palpable. "This is it", I think to myself. "This is the real snow I have been waiting for ever since that first wet, sticky mess in November." I want to laugh out loud...

In dawn’s stillness,listening to the quiethover like fog,I disappearand nothing exists.No sound, no light,no breath,no motion,not even my heartbeat can be heard,just silence until the crackle of the firelike a hand clapsnaps me from myabsence.And I see a blue jayat the feeder in the dim lightof another daywhere silence disappears and goes where I long to go.   

I always remember you’re not here.Such a smiling countenance, so much orangenessso very gone I hear you in the silence of the passageway the silence of the house and the silence of the yard(I didn’t even know I was chatting,shuffling around in our island of a houseand now I’m just talking to myself)I’m aching for the feel of my dingo friendnot lostnot alone.Patient Hairy I remember the puppy with his head on my bed,soulfu...

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weightAs I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me As it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. So I continue to rock, My feet never leaving the ground, The swing never being allowed to do what it was built to do.The creaking comforts me. The rocking soothes me. No crickets chirping here tonight.No frogs croaking. Only silence. And the sound of a creaki...