For our third writing prompt we invited our writers to be inspired by the word silence. Here's what they came up with, and how they all had different perspectives on the true meaning.
"When silence speaks a thousand words.
And you understand that language,
that's the moment the whole world
belongs to you."
"Have you ever heard the sound of bird, when it’s too sad to sing? Or the breaking of heart, when love has let it down once again? How about the hush of gentle rainstorm, as it washes away the pain? Or the sound tears make when they fall, from a soul too tired to make it another day? Until you’ve heard through the noise, you will never understand how loud silence sometimes screams..."
He watched her.
Her silence was deafening but it wasn’t
piercing his drums and he so wished it did.
He wanted to listen to the sound of her
silence and make meaning of it.
For once he yearned for her endless
He missed listening to that shrill trill of hers
that irked him at most times
but excited him on the worst of days.
Now there’s only this silence,
a silence that wasn’t golden anymore.
A silence where he could hear the plop
plopping of blood drops in his weeping
and bleeding heart. A dark silence where he only saw
accusing fingers pointing at him.
He prayed for a “time rewind” so he could
rewrite their story.
But that wasn’t going to happen
and that realisation broke him
more and tears silently streamed down his face.
For now all he could do was silently
watch her in her silence.
Then, WHACK! WHAT THE HECK?!
Opening his eyes, he saw her, beside his bed, with hands holding a mop, raised above her head. He leapt out of bed just as she opened her mouth to say something.
“Shhh!” he said as he hugged her in silence as if his life depended on it.
That moment of silence said more than any book filled with words could.
Whiskey + Empathy
It was there,
in the deafening sound of your silence,
I knew we were through.
That beautiful shared dream of a life together,
by allowing our Egos to govern,
instead of our hearts.
it sneaks through
from somewhere under tangled knots of
fire and ice
rolling in like a wet fog
wrapping me in icy blankets of regret
and I shudder in silence...
but the snow is falling
and the tenderness of
soft gentle snowflakes
cover me in the warmth of winter
burying tendrils of time
until all I see is the
magic of madness,
of a dying ember a
nd the taste of nostalgia
you left on my lips
that forever feels like home
From your imaginary goodbye
Has left a void
A missing piece
An empty space I have yet to return from