to the girl used to the screams used to the yelling, the noise the nightmares in place of her dreams told to look good for the boys but don’t have a boyfriend, no, no her parents’ minds won’t ever shift so focus on school and school alone well, to her, silence was a priceless gift

I once put my heart in the hands of a shallowed shadow man. Never again...

The ways I love, oh so shackled in fairy tale chains. Comes in caresses of the small minded; like us utterly deranged. Yet, I'm scatting poetry against the pale moonlight. Elbow deep in turmoil without much insight. Weaving loss where god inked his famed. Where angels and demons all dress the same. Trivial me, to wish upon a dying star. Trying me, in dying arms. The ways I leave, oh so un-traced and incomplete. Rendered in sighs of what it is to be broken; this epiphany so blood soaked. Now I cradle chaotic chants inside. Weaved with weary whispers of old flame drops, in a mourning lifetime...

“Silence was a priceless gift.”

-HMG

The hammers banging on my head. The constant wish that I were dead. (Can replace this line with “these feelings and thoughts i just can’t shed” if I’m preforming it) My thoughts are so loud, Like someone is holding shift. Sound goes away, my only wish. Silence was a priceless gift. The shame. The migraine. The thought that everyone knows that I’m in pain, Kinda like fame. The paperazzi that I can’t tame. Flashing lights and urgent yells that are in my brain. The wish for them to go away. The pills I take to get it out of my way Popping naproxen and zofran like taffy Pills are my only way to be okay Taking Prozac like my favorite candy. Anything to make me feel happy.

The questions that ring in my mind. The questions that scream in my mind. The questions that hiss in my mind. The questions that sing in my mind. The questions the questions the questions-

“STOP!” I scream out.

For a single second, everything is clear. For a single second, I can finally breathe. For a single second, my mind is my own. For a second a second a second-

“WE’RE BACK!” They scream out.

And I’m lost, without answers. And I’m lost, without hope. And I’m lost I’m lost I’m lost-

“GO AWAY!” I scream out.

They are quiet. They are they are they are-

“NEVER!” They scream out.

Loud loud loud-

Tw⚠️: self harm, knife.

“FUCK YOU” he yells at me whilst i lock myself in a room and he does too I reach in my closet and pull out my knife We’ve been fighting everyday for months it was already so loud i roll down my pants and start making my thighs bleed, i think im cutting to hard but i really dont care at this point i cant see, its all so blurry from the tears. I wipe up the blood and wait for it to stop bleeding and i roll my pants back up everything was quiet. The scilence was a priceless gift.

Silence was a priceless gift, A mask, a tool, a bloody fist, One that punches again and again, As you just stare and stare, I knew it then, That silence was a priceless gift.

One you unknowingly gave me, Your lips sealed, blocking a vast sea Of words you want to say, but don’t, A secret you swore you’d never tell, and won’t, One you unknowingly gave me.

Safety from the violent storm, Saying nothing, the words are torn, From your tongue, to the sky, Was left wondering, I finally see why, You stay quiet, protected in your mind, For there is where the words are, you will find, Safety from the violent storm.

Broken hearts and shadowed eyes, Crafted shields and practiced lies, If you don’t talk, then they can’t harm, Keep your mouth shut, avoid the alarm, Saying the wrong thing gets you burned, Ignoring is best, as we have learned, Escape broken hearts and shadowed eyes.

Silence was a priceless gift, Wrapped carefully, though swift, Not expected to speak, soundless bliss, Breeze through strife, who could have predicted this? Common phrases tied together, Voice soft, as light as a feather, Words dissolving, as I realised, That silence was a priceless gift.

silence was a priceless gift that i broke when i exploded and the words spilled out in my hands thick and inky hot and steamy burning the both of us to our barest

the silence kept us in peace but now everything is rocky and it's all my fault will i ever be forgiven dearest?

A tale I spin, so listen close, I've found, comes people from all over obnoxious and loud. After hours of labor, in retail's lore, A moment of respite, a gift to adore.

Oh, silence, you sneaky and elusive friend, When the day feels long, you gently descend. A symphony of peace, a temporary release, From customers who clattered, their voices ceased.

With patience worn thin, and nerves on edge, It's in your soothing quietude, I find my pledge. To laugh at the follies, the absurd, the strange, For amidst the chaos, hilarity knows no range.

Oh, the customers who shout and complain, Their words like thunder, causing disdain. Yet in these moments, the comedy unveils, Their antics become jokes, their queries like tales.

From the man who demands, "Where's your shirts?" As he confidently points to ladies' skirts. To the lady who asks, "Are these grapes vegan?" A chuckle escapes, for her question is beggin'.

I've encountered the lost, confused, and bemused, Who ask, "Do fitting rooms have toilets?" Amused, I smile and hold back laughter, with utmost grace, For amidst the madness, joy finds its space.

Oh, silence, you give me a chance to reflect, On the irony of it all, indeed, the perfect effect. From the obnoxious laughter of children's toys, To the shopper demanding, "Why's this item making noise?"

Silence, you gift me a moment of peace, To recharge, rejuvenate, an inner release. And with every rude customer's clamorous refrain, I find solace in humor, laughter eases the strain.

So, let us celebrate these moments so true, When silent camaraderie emerges anew. For in the midst of retail's tumultuous fray, Laughter and silence become allies, I say.

A reminder to cherish silence, so precious and dear. For after the chaos, we can have a hearty laugh, And embrace the joy in the absurd, on this retail path.

you told me: “i once watched you sleeping naked in my bed, curled up and limp, and i knew that everything else was bullshit.”

i told you: “it’s so hard to stay alive these days or sane, so let me sleep while you guard me from it all.”

you told me, shaken and irritated: “being in love with you is agonizing, ‘cause one day you’ll stop breathing, and i already think you’re dying when you lie there so soundly—

but then you smile (thank fuck)”

and you whisper: “what are you dreaming about, baby? tell me if the word ‘soul’ still means anything.”

i slept because i didn’t have an answer for you, nor will i ever. that’s when i learned that silence is a priceless gift.

Help me. Help.

I live within a cacophony. It seizes my heart in an iron-like grip as it roars the roars of a thousand lions. My screams drown in the never-ending noise, and as I close my eyes, my hands over my ears, I suddenly realize...

I can stop this. I can switch the outside off. Turn off the phone notifications. Hey, here's a wild idea... turn off the phone.

Turn off YouTube, email, Instagram, Tiktok, Facebook, Pinterest, LinkedIn, television, radio...

Turn it all off.

And then, maybe I'll be able to hear my heart think.