Did it sound like a crowd cheering when you scored the winning point? Or, the sound of your friend teaching you to roll a joint. The sound of sirens. And it feels so right to be doing things wrong. The sound of the engine revving. Or, the sound of a car radio blasting a new rap song about violence. Or, coming home to the sound of silence, because nobody's there. Or, the sound of the raspy voices in your head when you think nobody cares. Or, the sound of gunshots at nighttime that are to close for comfort. So you text all your friends to make sure no one is hurt. Or, the sound of the school bell, The sound your feet make when you run out of the building like you're running from Hell, thinking who am I kidding i'll never be good enough. Or, the sound of an envelope tearing open with your grade card inside. watching all of the color drain from your Dad's face including his pride. Or, the sound of him yelling, telling you that you're weak when he sees that first tear drop roll down your cheek. Or, the sound of your conscience calling you fat. Yeah, there's that. The sound of your stomach growling with hunger when you refuse to eat. " Jeez, you're so FAT you can't even see your feet. "
What did your childhood sound like?
Did it sound like sticks held by police destroying your families poppy field? The sound of your mom trying to silence your brother and sister when they squealed. All you want is to end all this pandemonium. What's even so wrong with Opium? your whole family is addicted. But everyone was. There's nothing really to be convicted of. even the snakes and mice are addicts. does that mean the animals are also convicts? not to mention, where your from it's used as medicine. The sound of a Marine holding a gun as big as a machine saying it's just routine as he scans your fathers eye so he's easier to identify. He's just an ordinary Afghan. I'ts not like he's a Mad Man, You think. then you feel your heart start to sink to the pit of your stomach. As all of a sudden, You hear the sound of you family crying. and you're watching your Father dying in front of you. killed, by Insurgents. An obvious divergence of opinions. As you wonder how they could even make that decision to take your Fathers life, right in front of his children and Wife. the sound of your stomach growling with hunger. any found food goes to your siblings because they're younger. the Poppies were your only income. You never cared about money, now you'd do anything to earn some. The sound of Marines teaching you to grow wheat instead. It's not the same but it's something to eat so you don't wind up dead.
Books and clothes and three posters, Packed neatly into the back of my truck.
All my possessions, with room to spare. Enjoying the breeze, The sound of my sister baking a pie, The sound of my mom alternating between advice and tears.
Watching the sunset, through the pine trees, these pine tress, I grew up with them, I am made of them and they love me.
Tight hugs, and a farewell nod, I love you I love you and won't you come visit? And here, I bought you this book, here, I bought you a $50 Safeway gift card
And oh And oh goodness, it's too much All my friends, they're too good to me And I'll miss them, I'll miss them as much as I'll miss my little sister, and she cried and cried and told me not to go, and how can I break a six year olds heart?
Into the unknown, with my bestfriend. Trailing him on his next adventure.
A choking cry Blinding a body numb It would sound like too much White noise The sound of a broken heart
A boat sinking Or a helium balloon floating away It would sound like a graveyard Not knowing if you were visiting or a resident The sound of depression
A drumming heartbeat The whirr of a blender It would sound like talking out loud to God The sound of desperation
sound.
Author: Simpleton
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Date: 05/04/2020
№ 1207263
I slept in my car last night and listened to the sound of raindrops on windshields
You imagine a meteor shower Because you have never seen
One before. and of course, there Is a hummingbird, of course. there
Is every kind of bird. my biggest Fear is that the sky will one day
Fall. unexpectedly. not that the Sun will grow and swallow us
Whole, but that one day it will be Colder than it should be. and of
Course, the hummingbird flew right Into your mouth, of course, and of
Course, it swallowed you whole, Of course. you are sweet like honey
And a body marked, diseased with Flowers. a garden to your skin. the
Sky to your fists. it is raining. and Of course, the biggest fear, of course.
This planet is plagued with falling Stars and birds that cannot fly.
I don't want ying and yang, I don't want a balanced scale, I want someone to glimpse my crazy And join me as we raise hell.
I don't need a strong shoulder, I don't need uplifting arms, I need someone who knows how, To turn off all the alarms.
I don't care for caressing words I don't care for your heroic deeds All I care for is for you to stand loyally Through all my strange feats. -ALC May 16, 2017
As my body ebbs and flows With the beat, beat, beat Of your bass My eyes wander through The crowd. Smiling faces swallowed By the sound. We are wild and free Flowers in the storm, Clutching tight to Our beautiful petals. Shaken and stirred By a world that does Not understand. We are unperturbed. Pick us, pluck us, Plant us where you may. For one day you will see The undeniable glory That this beat and this life Possess. We are wildflowers Swallowed by the sound.
