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Raging words bang through walls to young ears. Never heard such words that filled the silence in their room, wishing the silence returned. They wisper words ofcourage to one another. They hold hands and cry till no more tears came but they still felt sad and hopeless. Footsteps near the door and then more booming from outraged parents.
They crawl under the bed hopping the blanket that trimmed the edge would block the noise. Take them away. Somewhere far away. Being able to relax and be at peace. Where their silence will only be broken with their laughter. No yelling, no sounds of shattering glass, no slammed doors, no more tears, no more sobbing. Their noise will be happy.
A happy laughing noise. Only giggles, laughter, the counting of number for hide-and-seek. Their happy noise. But the noise they hear is unwanted. A sad noise. A noise that cries louder and louder everytime it opens its mouth. The noise that wont leave their minds.
Oh, what noise. But it will always be there noise.
- by PUNKROCK EROTICA |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 02/12/2010 |
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- Title: noise
- Artist: PUNKROCK EROTICA
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This is true. My brother and I use to listen to our parents fight.
Please rate and comment. I love em. Thanks - Date: 02/12/2010
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Comments (3 Comments)
- miss savanna - 02/20/2010
- I remember how scary it was when my parents fought once-this s very emotionally stirring. Good job!
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- PUNKROCK EROTICA - 02/13/2010
- Thank you.
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- Nooova - 02/12/2010
- This is sad, but it's very powerful. It shows the true mental torture of children who have to hear this. Great piece.
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