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quiet
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a
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contradiction din.
my ego is here too.
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010301
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silentbob
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The quiet places i go to settle my body/spirit/mind/heart
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010301
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all
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on the western front
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010301
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brown cardigan boy
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crickets humming on an indigo night, silent cool dark.
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010302
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dean-bean
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My room mate isn't here. It's far to quiet. Some times I yell just so I can hear something other than the hum of the computer.
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010410
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unhinged
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it stirs something within me quiet. the only time i could feel happy....just an organic growth of the moisture around me. he looks at me quiet and everything is different. within the confines of a form, we find greatness. every day. he said to go one day without talking. everything changes that way. people pay more attention to you when you're quiet. maybe that's why i babble so much. there is so much in this silence.
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010410
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soia
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hrmf
here I was expecting a duel to the death over who gets to hang out with me tonight and now no one's to be found
and it's painfully quiet in here
and it's raining after weeks and weeks of 90-110F days
sigh
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010625
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anonymouse
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as an anonymouse
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020411
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misstree
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ssssshhhh....
relax.
take a deep breath,
and give thanks for this moment.
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020706
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silentbob
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the kind of soft i really enjoy
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021016
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kerry
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wrapped in towels
wet and clean
soaking the sheets,
tears soaking the pages,
tears because i am sick.
tears induced by sneezing and runny noses.
a cd produced by andy warhol with a banana on the front. a book about a father who's no longer there. giotto and captions about a jesus i no longer trust. spanish christmas carols from grandma and french toast i can't eat. cold toes. red nails, chipping. thinking about the challenger. find out my new phone number. stop thinking. stop wanting. today should be the day.
a jesus i no longer trust.
sigh.
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021225
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Cicero
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Running with a torch
Down night-roads
Between lights,
Sparing one glance
Over my shoulder -
And between wisps of cape,
Sure as death,
I see my footstops
And lose my footing.
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030319
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stoic
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do tell me to be quiet if you wish.
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040114
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tilt
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dark
bright
light
light
light
darker
dark
darker
dark
dark
sleep.
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041214
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broken.words
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Lonely silences.
Life moves fast, or so they say,
but mine's still quiet.
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041214
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belly fire
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Quiet yourself.
Think: in 20 years this will not feel quite so enormous, so overwhelming.
It's been working for me.
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041215
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thunderbuck ram
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Would all of you please just SHUT THE FUCK UP! Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
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041215
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DammitJanet
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I'm becoming quiet again. Shut in to myself, hating contact and speaking out. Why am i losing the ability to start a conversation, initiate a hug, say hi...
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041231
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skinny
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here is the quiet boy himself
embodiment
manifestation
of all the vain actions
the white noise
it all pours in,
bares him down like a cross
thunderless lightning
or just
silent thunder
stirs inside,
can feel it rolling
through distant hills
shy or just ed...?
slithering undertones
head taped to the sky
always halfway down the cliff...
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050323
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skinny
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ed=angry
how did that happen
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050323
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mon uow
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quiet too quiet
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050402
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nom
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"what happened"
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060327
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nom
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"please be quiet" i yelled three times this morning
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061105
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cocoon
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Its oh so quiet
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090824
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unhinged
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you don't lay next to me talking in your sleep
anymore
when i get up in the morning i don't feel like i need to stay quiet
anymore
i can do what i want and not worry about you
anymore
my leg doesn't jiggle like it has a mind of it's own
anymore
still
i need someone who can help me stay
still
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090825
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raze
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one of those things you maybe don't fully appreciate until it becomes scarce. it's nice to be able to hear yourself think. it's nice to be a slow-cooker deep in the sound of nothing, sometimes.
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161212
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tender_square
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he's always been quiet in conversations, but it's more pronounced now. he doesn't initiate questions in a discussion, because he can't follow the thread of dialogue anymore and the intricacies of what's being discussed; he doesn't want to draw attention to the fact that he can't. he spends most of his days horizontal on the couch watching true crimes shows, dozing off and on.
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221202
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past
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i was cooking dinner, my partner still at work but the kids all home. i helped the bigs get into costumes, set up some crafts, and put some megablocks out for future.
jeremy fisher was on the stereo in the background singing, "if you want to travel first class, ride a bike that's built to last." in the moments between songs the house was filled with a silence profound.
no laughter, no screams, no patter of tiny feet. "uh oh" jeremy sang breaking the shimmering glamour of the quiet.
cautiously, filled with horrified trepidation, i left the kitchen to the family room. a scene of chaos unfolded.
future_perfect, as mario, sat on his brother (as miles morales) who in turn was trying to get him with a marker, colouring the floor instead. future, little innocent future, sat in a corner with a rainbow face eating crayons.
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221203
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nr
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i'm not sure i'll ever fully get the message that this isn't somewhat a negative thing.
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230904
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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