Silence is the smell of salt in the air as I watch my friend be lowered into the ground. Silence is the scent of flowers tossed on her casket.

Silence is the whiff of gas filling the bathroom at the mall until the person leaves so you can poop in peace.

Silence is the aroma of his shampoo and body wash combined with his skin as I lay in his arms at night.

Silence is the scent of cigarette smo...

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If silence had a sent

It would be blood

Cold, damp, and coppery

Filling the room

A toxic sent

But somehow sweet

The smell of cut wrists

On a cold December night

Making pain and taking it away

The sick feeling

Deep in the stomach

That grows and grows

The more your alone

Poisonous to all

Making you numb

Until your gone...

If silenced had a scent, it would be the stale, recirculated air of an airplane descending over Bagram Air Force Base, Afghanistan....

Silence

The thing we alll long for

But what of its taste

Do we seek

Silence is chocolate

Chocolate is ever changing

And silence changes

Chocolate and silence

Both change in how we feel

Bitter chocolate for

Bitter silence

Or are they both sweet

For when we’re peaceful

And at heart...

Our love,

Our intimacy.

The tender silence,

All of the above.

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I love you baby 🖤...

If silence had a scent, it would smell like a foggy, tuesday morning,

When the damp, spooky clouds leave the skies to greet people,

Embracing you, blurring your vision,

Their moisture filling your nostrils.

If silence had a scent, it would smell like if mother nature had cried just the night before,

Her tears remaining on the plants as dew,

Making the scent of the earth more prominent,

All while ...

If silence had a scent, it would smell like nothingness.

You misunderstand me.

It would not merely smell like nothing.

You would smell an absence.

Your brain would try fill that abyss,

it would pick through your memory, through every other scent.

It would try to find a match for the nothing.

Maybe your brain would make it smell like lavender

Maybe it would go to a field,

and steal the smell ...

**_THOMAS_**

It’s silent in the van. Everyone is asleep. The moon is high in the sky. The air around me, the silence surrounding me, smells of death—the pungent smell of sorrow and fate.

_Holland isn’t back yet._

A wolf howls, its tremor stark against silence’s canvas.

_Why isn’t he back?_

I stand, the metal creaking against my weight as I make my way to the side door, leaning over myself to ...

If silence had a scent

it would smell like dust

built up over time-

not the dust

in a kind old grandmothers home

but the dust

that rolls in

at the end of a battle

If silence had a scent

it would be

sharp-

but you don’t quite know

where you have smelled it before

Or why it is familiar

if silence had a scent

It would be an odd mix

of different things

of dust and dirt

of new beginnings

and of o...

The wet mud after a thunderstorm, that's the smell that silence gives off. The quietness that suddenly settles itself within the Earth as the clouds slowly float away, the raindrops ceasing to fall, the roar of thunder fading away -- that is the best description of silence I could give. That smell of mud left by a storm is as if nature was crying, like the melancholic child it is....