The Importance of Silence

Who are you talking to right now? Are you on the phone with your mom? Maybe you’re texting your best friend. I can tell you I’m currently on discord with a bunch of online friends, and I’m messaging a friend on Facebook. It’s possible that you aren’t talking to anyone right now, but think about how often that happens. Usually there’s children or a spouse at home you talk to or a phone buzzing with messages from your boyfriend or friends. Recently I accidentally started a bit of an experiment. I no longer talk to someone everyday. This was by accident because poem guy and I are on the outs. We no longer talk everyday, every second of the day. Since this has happened I’ve gone through a range of feelings. At first I feel really disconnected. It was disorientating, and I felt really confused. I felt like I had to have my phone in my hand, and I started talking to people. I texted people I haven’t talked to in a while, but  conversations didn’t last long enough to feel normal. That’s when I realized that this was ridiculous. I should be able to sit alone for a couple hours without talking to anyone. I used to sit at home for hours and read book after book when I was a kid who didn’t have a phone. I should be able to sit and practice my juggling or knitting for an hour or two without feeling panicked because I have no one to talk to at the moment. Since I’ve started to enjoy my quiet time more, I’ve felt happier. I don’t feel the need to be texting someone at all times of the day. Instead I read, I knit, I juggle, I get homework done, and I just relax. I think that it’s beneficial to be alone sometimes. When you’re always talking to someone, you forget what it’s like to just worry about yourself for a moment or two. I challenge you to try it. Don’t talk to anyone for an hour or two a day, and during that time do something that makes you happy. Read a book, take a walk, write, or be productive. Set aside time to recharge and be alone. You’ll be glad you did.

Okay okay, here’s what you all really want. I am in the very beginning of the writing progress for a new story. By that I mean I have pictures. I see a blushing bride in head to toe lace and I also see a girl with a sword and an attitude. Two very different girls. As I write this, I’m thinking about how perfect it might be to combine their stories… Maybe. I am just in the conceptual stage of this short story, so don’t get too excited. On the poetry side of things, I’ve got exactly nothing. I’m much better at writing poetry after something terrible happens to me, so if you’re here for the poetry, sorry! Although, the majority of my followers joined after I posted my first or second shot story. That gives me the suspicion that you all are waiting for another. I’m working on it! Well, I have rehearsal so I will try to write soon (maybe I’ll even post that story next, probably not though).

-AcuteAnimosity

Silence

Okay guys, poem time again! As always I want to hear from you all, tell me what you think even if you hate it. The job of a writer is to make the reader think, so even if you think “wow, I hate this” then I’ve accomplished my goal of making you think and feel something! So this poem I’ve been thinking of calling Silence, hence the title of this post. However, if you have any title suggestions I am always willing to consider changing titles (I’m the worst at titles). Okay, here goes nothing and everything.

Silence

Your words don’t worry me

What keeps me up at night

Is the silence between each phrase

That tumbles out of your waterfall mouth

And cascades into my waiting ears

Your screams urge me to respond

I answer you with my heart

Hanging off my sleeve

With my soul peering out of my sea foam eyes

And moths pervading my insides

I’ve never ignored you

But I could never communicate

The way you can

The sounds I’d make couldn’t compare

To the symphonies that you speak

That’s why the silence you make petrifies me

I’ve never heard music more awing

Than your sweet song

Never stop singing

My world would fall

Too quiet to bear

I would tell all this to you

If only I could find my voice

If only we could make harmony

That people would walk miles to hear

I wish I could give all that to you

Instead I offer a hand

Take a bow

You’ve left me speechless and while

There’s no way I could

Stand with you

In the burning light

I will always stand

Beneath you in the still dark

If nothing else

You will always have

A standing ovation of one

-AcuteAnimosity