If silence had a scent, it would smell like warm lit vanilla candles.

A stewing pot of soup or a brewing pot of coffee.

Rain on a summer day or a bonfire on a cold fall night.

Pages from a book bought right off the shelf.

Leather seats in a new car driven off the lot.

A christmas tree freshly chopped from the stump....

if silence had a smell, for it may be.

a flower, the air, or possibly me.

and though I wish it couldn't possibly be, I fear the scent of silence is purely me.

and though I speak

all day, every day.

everything i say is quiet, or weak.

I'm not quite sure what to say.

my mother would say "darling you're perfect"

and I would believe.

but now I'm starting to wonder if I'm worth it.

or if I should ...

i’m not going down without a fight. the ties around my wrist are are so tight i can feel my pulse thrashing against the restraint. there’s a bag over my head keeping me from seeing where we’re going, but they didn’t gag me. i scream so loudly it feels like my vocal cords are shredding, hoping desperately for someone to hear me. they must not be worried that i’ll be heard, the thought momentarily s...

i didn’t talk because i was scared

scared of the pain that i felt last year,

scared of how you didn’t text me all summer,

didn’t try to see me

i felt like a fool, thinking what we had was special, something important to you

at least now you know that i still love you,

sadness washing over me every time you walked by

i wonder if we’re too broken to be fixed

but you if you try

i will too...

I will try

harder

than i ever have before

if you just tell me why

why you stopped talking to me

and why you were so

cruel

when you did

why did you ignore me

on the first day of school?

on the bus

when i tried to talk to you

you kept looking away

i felt like an idiot

i thought we worked things out

last year

you said we did

i apologized so many times

i included you more

i told you i loved you

and id...

Iron,

Its silence.

Outdoor air,

Silence.

Roses,

Silence....

S weet summer air

I feel the breeze run cool fingers through my hair

L ying under a canopy of green

E very moment of stillness is serene

N o losing time that others stole

C riss cross applesauce, hands in the bowl

E ven a bit of calm is gold

I prefer the chatter of the brook to human voices

S olitude is one of my best choices

G reat it is to be alone

O n my own I could for hours roam

L ittl...

A scent before the rain

Bringing back memories of days without pain.

When we would run outside and play

Until the rumble of thunder sent us scurrying away.

The smell of leaves fallen to the ground

As the transition to slumber can be seen all around.

Signaling a time for quiet and rest

A time to stay inside our cozy nests.

The cold, sharp scent of freshly fallen snow

As we sit by the fire enjoyin...

The scent of silence is fickle and changing.

How it doth smell depends on the setting:

Under the moonlight as one sits with a lover,

Silence smells of roses, a faint, wafting

Scent that glides on the breeze.

Then the rose dies and the scent turns to blood

As I sit and I wait for some terror to pass—

A twister, a gunman, yelling so crass—

I stop to wonder how can be that

This silence, once sweet...

If silence had a scent, it would smell like the smoke of a just blown out candle, or freshly washed linens when you curl into bed.

If silence had a scent, it would smell like the heat of the day radiating off the ground in the cooling night, or the dust that settles on the road.

If silence had a scent, it would smell like your favorite dream, or the last meal you had permeating the house.

If s...