silences typhoid i don't feel like talking tonight. 991229 ... silentbob "Angels of the Silences" by countingcrows Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'till I'm only good for... Waiting for you All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming Every night these silhouettes appear above my head Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper Every time I fall asleep Every time I dream "Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for... Waiting for you" All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming I dream of Michelangelo when I'm lying in my bed Little angels hang above my head and read me like an open book Suck my blood break my nerve offer me their arms Well, I will not be an enemy of anything I'll only stand here Waiting for you All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming 001202 ... hear me not her lips were stil. they were covered with thick layers of lip gloss. i wish she'd say something. her lips were shut. i couldn't even open them with my tongue, if i wanted to. but the fact of the matter still stood strong. her mind must've been at a state of inner peace because she made no expressions no gestures showed no emotions probably had no feelings either, or maybe just one. it's this word, that describes space? or does it qalify as a charesteristic of space... either way... she was quiet, just waiting on me i guess... i blew it, more like the silence blew it... why couldn't either one of us said at least something.... 011122 ... andru235 "Something was ringing behind one of the doors. They spent some time trying to decide which door it was, not understanding ... " ``Decisions, decisions,`` one said. ``Too many decisions.`` " ``The story of my life,`` said another. " ``We don't want to be late,`` said a third, opening one of the doors." --not "c.m." 051215 ... in a silent way the true litmus test when it comes to relationships built on some amount of emotional intimacy. if you can say nothing with someone for a long time, and just exist in the same space, and it feels right, chances are there's something there worth pursuing. if it feels stilted and awkward...maybe not so much. there shouldn't always need to be words. sometimes silence says everything that needs to be said. 130106 ... Risen My silences were of shame. I am smoking again. You built me up into someone who is strong, someone of whom you are proud. How could I tell you how weak I truly am? And how can you accuse me of being gone when it was you who left? 140426 ... past sometimes we sit, silently, amongst others, listening not to the voices that are with us but those recorded years, decades before projected through instruments: vocal chords, guitars, drum, bass, trumpets, pianos and countless others. it is enough. 140426 what's it to you? who go blather from