we make time as we,
just for our own peace of mind,
correct our misspelling:
noise noise noise noise noise!
and everything falls silent...

Yellow surrounded with beautiful blue
Like gold trapped inside shining pearls
Do you mind me sitting next to you?
You have godlike eyes unlike other girls

Please tell an endless story
And silence all other noice
Never will i get enough
Of that sweet angel's voice

Meet me at the train
When we shall meet again
But this time the rails
Won't have an end

Ocean water wash up my feet,
Chilly rough sand underneath,
Behind me a torturous pit,
Within me a burning seat;

Onwards i'll be with the stars,
At will visiting venus and mars,
Away from the hurts and scars,
From his cruelty and lies;

I have finally closed the door,
To hurting me anymore,
From now i'll forever soar,
But not dragged on the floor;

I gave my heart, he took it all,
I was rend apart, he made me fall,
But now i run, i will not crawl,
my past i burn, i regain it all;

I have made a solemn choice,
No more silence to my voice,
If i will, i'll make a noice,
And stand in confidence and poice;

I will win and never loose,
Although i suffered hatred and abuse,
I'll put myself to reasonable use,
And watch my achievements reproduce.

An old enemy turned into clarity.
In the silence I hear my truth.
The winds carry my voice,
from lifetimes ago.
Eternal.
Ancient wisdom purifies my soul.
I now choose to listen.

Beyond the noice, I hear life.

The unpleasant noice becomes more legible. A diode that carves
a wrong written word.

From the Neighbour table
A Country fly

a summer morning. While light figures coax between the window blind
the undercarriage is brought down. Fire! Fire!
repeatadly at the
nuclear core.

Viking ground. The belly of
Norway. Music like thunder
Keeping whole villages awake.

Swords, spikes, norse jewelry
And black, black metal
Of the kind that honours

Those who were here before
These hundreds of metal heads
And contemporary heathens.

She works in the beer tent,
Throwing long gazes my way,
That I return.

She took
Me
Here.

Stars above a stage lit with a
Thousand shades of neon that
Emphasize the

Ground locked mist; breath
Of Odin and His believers.
I love this music; this brutal

Noice within system. I love these
People. They seem scary from
Afar, but share a brothership

Within their worship.
Enslaved is one of the most
Famous bands within the

Genre. The guys still join the
Roadies, clearing the stage
From their gear.

It’s elko noice to be back in the sprawling, claustrophobic infinity of college.

I love the energy, the hubbub, the moving-ins, the lines for everything and the freshmen’s hovering parents. We loiter, my roommates and I, sipping expensive, store-bought coffee, around the dorms, the bookstores, and shops, soaking up the frenzy.

A mom sweetly says to her overwhelmed son, “Relax,” passing-off his stress, “enjoy this, engage those five senses and take it all in.” I smiled to myself - there are at least 21 senses, like equilibrioception (balance), thermoception (for heat/cold) and nociception (pain) - just to name three. I thought, “Welcome to college kid.”

The first weeks of freshie life can be lonely - if you’re single. You search for someone to like - it can be very arbitrary and looks based. Last year, around campus, all you could see was the tops of people's faces. When everyone’s masked, eyebrows say a lot, so if you had beautiful eyebrows that went a long way - of course, hair was important too.

There’s an eyebrow studio, down below the green, where students could, as the epitome of style, get their eyebrows threaded hoping they’d look more interesting, and more bonkable. That place was booming.

Masking’s still a thing for fall ‘22 - in classrooms, instructional spaces, and high-density events - at least at first, until they see the spread - but there’s way less isolation. This semester there are exciting, new questions for potential ‘love’ interests to answer, like - “Have you ever dated any simians (monkeys)?

☽
      
        lately there’s been a voice in my head
        telling me slowly to go ahead
        tell me voice,
        do you have to make all that noice ?
        when my heart needs the silence of me
        and my true    m
                               a
                                   d
                               n
                                    e
                                s
                              ­       s

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/\
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time and space framed thoughste to figure itselfse out
twimne tied Styx : how do you do

?

WHAT was that
-- Mouse to The One

?

Hrm, must've been a deja-vu-
                                                        ­
OH, yeah! Any-Ways I'm so Gl\M\ad to hear we spoke :)
That's an inFINITdiEsmally small piece to changing instinct.

so you guys feeding
into we hearing,
to me that it is re-spiteful,
that means It's working.

the symptom of a new system has OC-cured.
small perhaps,
an accident maybe,
but to know that that's there, that's waermnhyeng.
You got I.T.

I'm going to give you more codes for Ingktrofsplectionsnow.
Follow them, if you dear.

Firstly, experience it in all-ways,
you're FREE to experience I-t your-ways.
But it's noice to start a record where you stop.

Thusly, One could begin at the end
and reed the laughter of their yEars.

Thenly, They could take an innermission
at the beginning of their next end.

Nowly, dream a beautiful dream Ingk-troicka-fsplector,
and wake onto we.

Secondly, Three Questions:

[ Who am I {: ?

:] What am I ( ?

} Why am I :) ?
-- Prole’s Ghost

SEND: SELFSE

My fan is, making a loud noice,
like my old age,have no choice!

What I fear most are not the things that go bump in the night.
The things that frighten me are often times things that at first you can not see.
These things that first start with someone elses thoughts can too often be turned into negative actions. What may start as a passitionate thought, or cause can too quickly turn into a distructive action. This is why I fear insensitivity, crude jokes, apathy.
Other things I fear are people that talk without thinking about what they are saying first, or how others might interpet what they are saying.
I fear selfishness which may lead to uncaring actions.
I fear crude jokes that do not respect ones fellow man or women, because it could subtlely desensitize ones perspection of those around them. They may get defensive and say it is just a joke.
The constant violent images on the news and on television, may further desensitize others to think that volence is normal or okay, or worse still that it is a normal part of life. It don't have to be perseived as normal we can chose to limit our own exposesure to violence on television. We can let others know that we don't condone violence, whether it is on television, or in reality, or in our own community.
I fear all these things that at first hide inside the deepest parts of someones mind, long before it is publically seen. This realization of this hidden darknes,makes me cry, or scream, if I thought about it all before going to bed. I would cover my head and sleep with the lights on, and every noice would make me jumpy.
This is why I fear the things that I can not see the most.

as i was indoors with nobody
around locked myself inside my
room everything was still not even a
sound of the wind blowing

There comes this noise out of dead silence
a flash back a glimce of my past and
future my present i was shorked
and started talking to my subconcious
the noice came again out of
dead silence i heard your voice saying "I LOVE U" and "WHERE ARE YOU SANDILE"
i took my purple note book which i we
wrote about all our things and came across
our special song the lyrics wrote by me and you the song came out of thin air and
started playing in my head by then i knew that i was making a huge mistake looking at your pictures after then paralised me  i was
frighten in a coner then there comes this noise out of dead silence saying "I LOVE YOU"

Ohh wow congratulations,
Finally, you are engaged with your one and only!
Noice!! Naah I’m not feeling anything,
Or maybe I am, I don’t know why my heart is heavy, I was knowing this from the very start, but it’s just I am not feeling good enough to feel anything!

Because I was waiting for you to realize that we can be back with each other! And hoping you to realize that you are losing someone who truly loves you and will never leave your side.

But you hit me with a shock of your engagement picture, but it has been only a year since we broke up and, you moved on so quick. How is that possible? I will never forget that day.... that hell of the day 16th Nov 2019! We broke up...! and, exactly one year, you are engaged with the girl I hate most, The girl for whom you cheated on me or, you cheated her, for me. Haha, I don’t know what is more accurate. Funny!

It’s not like I’m jealous or something, but you wished me in Diwali just two days ago and talked to me like nothing had happened, Saying “I was waiting for your message" what the hell do you want from me? Am I a toy to you? When you feel like tearing my innocent heart you do without any hesitation. You always do this to me, always messaging and showing love and care to me when you don't even know how I am doing, or how my mental state is. you always did things as per your, please.

I never complained anything to you because, at some point in my life, I loved you more than myself and also don’t want you to pity me for loving you this much..!!

But, today ill say my heart out and, I'll ask my heart out! They say people do silly things when they are in love and, so I. I don’t wanna say but, now they term it as using someone’s kindness for nothing and I did things which I’ll never do for myself and, in exchange What the hell you did to me? Did you ever thought of me as your girl? Did you ever loved me, even for a couple of seconds? or ever wondered what the **** I was to you? Just tell me honestly!

I am done with lies .. so please, at least today, tell me the truth. I must know the truth!

I don’t have any regret to be part of your life, and I promise I will not complain a thing, and BTW to whom you think I will complain? You already know... I had only one or at least a myth of having one..!! And that one is no more mine. Or never was Haha..!! So much confusion!

Lots of mixed feelings are hitting me up! And even I am unable to write this **** on blank paper! What I’m gonna do with this ******* life when I don’t have enough guts!

I know, I wasn’t this miserable any before! We were never at the same level, we had differences too like other couples but, somehow we managed everything up. And, I still don’t know where and when we started partying ways... I don’t know what I did wrong to make you find someone else to fill that gap. But now I don’t know what I am, who I am! maybe it would have different if you had told me it on your own rather than finding things like this, today, and also one year ago.

I can’t trust anybody anymore, and you are the reason! It’s still unbelievable you, you did this to me!

To be honest, I still can’t believe that you are already someone else’s, while I’m still struggling with my feelings! People think I am too slow but, I know, I don’t want to forget you and our memories, how happy we were with each other but, now it’s confusing, I can’t believe things have gone too far this early.  I never said to you but, I was too fast to dream about our future life of being together, happily ever after!

so it's hurting! just that!

And now there is not a single reason for being ***** like hell. I am tired of being a good ex-girlfriend turned into a good close friend. So today, finally, I am saying goodbye to you and my feelings. It’s heavy and, I can’t lift that weight! And Yes, one more thing..!! Please tell your friends to stop seeing me as a matter of gossip. I was thankful for their support in our hard times but, now you had made me pity object so, they check on me just to get entertained by my feelings, which is just not acceptable.

So, goodbye!

Noice
Oof
Rip
Tea
Sis

The great noice was back
Telling me to stop moving
In my brain another crack
Slowly started losing
My own self.

And the noice was loud and scary
This time I wasn't sure if I could carry
All the heavy weight upon my chest.

and i can sit, on a windowsill, perched and bound
to fake demure, and then listen to
                      an adhaan... and weep...
              a weeping to state joy?
a concrete emotion?
i'll sit, perched, and hear only
the many diacritical invocations of A...
all the gnostic symbolism speaks of
the A with eyes...
          but does it depict the A with ears?
http://tinyurl.com/o92pavd...
who is dajjal if the question is whether
or not he has one eye, yet whether
he has but one ear?
  why can't i receive the same emotional
comfort from the study of grace,
in castrato tongue, in Handel or Bach?
   why are there so many "diacritical"
variations of a single letter... such as A,
alpha, or ah?
             why must this vowel resound
so pristine, and i gain so much emotion
from it, as to be reduced to shed
those tears?
              it's but one vowel...
          and it stretches, on and on, and on...
something that could almost be homosexual,
for i am prone to react to a man singing
than a woman proclaiming the onomatopoeia
of ****** that translates in house,
son, daughter, a kitchen...
             provisions of all sorts...
why then, in this adhaan so i see A, equipped
with all the possible diacritical fascinations
i implored to see?
      it's but one word... ah                 lah...
and the trembling contained in it...
        why could but one word contain my tears?
or a way to possibly extract them
with the least possible due to do so?
mind you, i am drinking ***** and coke...
is that why i'm crying?
  why would i be called european,
and drinking ***** and coke and listening
to an islamic adhaan and crying?
huh? is this the point where i wonder
if i'm living in western society and "suddenly
disocver" i'm gay?
is this the part? maybe i like music too much,
and with the adhann and, e.g. le triou joubran
i think christianity has made music ugly...
and i'm trying to listen to something beautiful?
is that the point where i say it?
that one adhaan is probably the only thing
i would care to listen to if the rest of the world
of music tried ****** my hearing ever again...
and can the western world not spot the weakness
it's spreading?
          why should i drink ***** and appreciate
an adhaan?
   why?! i speak zilch of arabic...
   so why the heavy heart?
              why the tears?
                 what could possibly serve this prompt
that has happened to me before?
   who are we to not claim that religions
are to enforce poetry,
and the more beautiful the poetry,
the more the stance to endure...
          when islam started singing it's praises
they took to singing the psalms of king david...
how horrid that sound came from the depths
of aeons... king david had a lyre...
   how could you sing the psalms with many
instruments?! and, say, a choir rather than
a soloist?
              the adhaan is but one voice,
and some refrigerator background noice equivalent
to an ambient soundtrack...
        i just see christianity in england
as this stale mummy, with a church packed by
old virgins... and in poland (being a catholic
nation): zombies... pigeons... cult adherents...
  and oh that dreaded mea culpa mantra...
like everything really was my fault...
   go to poland, go into a church,
and let them recite their creed.... zombies!
a satanic cult!
    at least in islam you get to abstract praise
my imitating about to receive ****...
**** me, isn't it a multicultural world after all, eh?
and it only became possible
by investing in a self-proclaimed x-men
               quickening of evolution...
just a bit of ******* on a woman, and a man...
   being cut off...
you do know that dobermans were a breed of dogs
that had their ears cut, so they wouldn't be floppy
and instead pointy and therefore more
fearsome? well, never mind the tail being cut off;
rottweilers? that's a cow-head...
   would a bulging dog-head really look
fearsome with pointy ears added to it?
a fat head / a big head, according to the film
unbreakable is characterised due to its
size by an inherent unpredictability...
and therefore necessary evil... you can't really
add to it... a rottweiler with snipped ears
can never make up for the lean doberman,
being its cousin...
well, you see, i can appreciate an adhaan being sang...
but this thing about muslims and
not wanting to keep dogs or cats in their house...
oh just this one case of talking to an old
pakistani on a bench in a park,
and he said he said cats were ***** creatures...
but there's this story about muhammad
and his favourite cat... huh?!
   well... there you go... i know as much
about nothing, as you know as much about nothing
that could ever convince me to
    do something that you would approve of,
or thereby exploit for whatever reasons,
beginning with being, merely entertained;
modern day british converts...
                                                  use­ful idiots;
i'm sorry, but that's how it looks...
of the ones that converted, how many of them ever
weeped listening to an adhaan? one? any?!
that doesn't mean i'll don a taqiyah -
if i have that emotional intelligence / response
to it;
   i call it a bit like a man trying to prove
he's masculine and punching a boxing bag;
ah, the bit that's goo-choc and you get to see
the fraility in every man, not borne from violence
and all that's easily seen...
   but something hidden.

I am gone
But here

My memory
Still lingers

Like the hint of old perfume
And the noice of afternoon

I am here
In your moves
In the passion of your words
Like the waves of calm sea
And the wind behind the dune

I am here
In your deeds
In the soft beats of your heart
And the giggles of a child
All the muses of the moon

I am here
Still with you

are u there ?
i cant hear u
are you there
plis reply
i am waiting here

i dont no who are you
where are you
but i know one thing
u in me
heaven is here
are u there ?

some times i like to hear your voice
                        &
like to hear your noice

what are you?
who are you?
where are you?

but I know one thing :)
     You are everywhere =D
  
     Is called air :)

I had those serendipitous moments
With self-confidence growing up was almost non-existant.
I doubted my abilities,had little faith in my potential
Survived serious injuries,hospitalized many times...who am i?
a noice of voice in my head...
whispered carelessly without choice
"if you could create your ideal life,what would you dare to dream
?"
I began to dream
i envisioned myself wearing a red business suit
i created a clear visual picture of my new success
i had a courage
{im}possible dream said im possible
i believed  my          (W)orth
i trusted my             (I)nsight
                                 (N)urtured myself
needed a                  (G)oal
devised a                  (S)trategy  
a dream preceds the goal

please tell my heart to simmer down
i can’t hear myself think
over all of this noice it’s making.
it bubbles and boils and makes my skin itch with the urge to **** it.
please take my heart away.
i can’t bear the burden of it again.
it feels so heavy, like someone buried it six feet under, but i can still feel it.
it’s like it’s calling out to me from underneath. it wants me to help it
but i can’t. i put it under there myself
and i lost the map

White noise
Grey noise
Endless cacophony of
noice

B own noise
Pink no se

Noises, noiss, no i sesss
No   ises
Noise s
Noi       se























Cease






the













noise
.

maybe i was blinded by love
too busy burying myself in you
to noice that you maybe loved my body a little too much
and loved me a little bit less.

I remember when i was a kid i had a power rangers mech toy
It would stand mighty at 2 ft. Tall and i absolutely worshipped it.
It was but a cheap plastic toy but to my young and impressionable eyes it was everything
Cheap joints were to me freedom,legs... The courage to move forward with my life
Its cheaply made speakers that was drenched in white noice. A voice
I remember it all and even as an adult i miss my toy
It was taken and thrown away without my consent or approval
Many nights passed were spent crying with no success in sight
Now here i am as an adult but just as lost and confused as i was as a child
If there is anything i want to tell you, it is that you are not a toy
But i am still as desperate as ever to recover what i have lost
Sobbing and crying alone like a child.

New Year s Eve parties
We “dressed to the nines “
Fancy frilly Dresses
Hair updos, nails, lashes
Dress to impress.
but it’s all for fun.
Ready to ring in the new year
with those we hold Dear.
Remembering
those who are no longer here.

As we count down
the seconds until midnight
A sparkler for delight
Holding our loved one tight
Fireworks,Noice makers
popping streamers Watch them fly high into the sky.strategically position
In the middle of the dance floor,
Five, four, three, two, one…
“Happy NewYear” The crowd cheers
The bells begins to ring,
Well wishes, Cheek Kisses
Collectively, We all begin to Sing.  

Should old acquaintances be forgot
And never brought to mind

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and Auld Lang Syne

For Auld Lang Syne ,my dear
For Auld Lang Syne

We’ll take a cup of kindness yet
For Auld Lang Syne…

There’s actually more lyrics to this, but nobody ever sings them?

Have you ever wondered
What this song means?
After a few drinks,
it doesn’t really matter
A hill of beans!

Auld Lang Syne means,
Old or long since, Old Times

It invokes feelings of nostalgia, especially to memories of good times spent.
Should old acquaintances, be forgot, and never brought to mind

Serves as a reminder to cherish those fond memories that We’ve already had,
Which makes the song
A perfect New Years Eve song.

This song was written centuries ago. A Scottish poem, updated by Robert Burns, in 1788, Who gave a new modern version from the original poem. by author Alan Ramsey.
Please share with me
How do you Ring  
in the new year.

Severed ties
eating up the lies spewed by the passers by
Demise
stemming from relenting compromise
Knowing that i shouldn't
but couldn't stop the cries
Inside..
id like to say **** joy
It left me far behind
i found myself a void
Adeptly self destroyed
noice
Snug
it fits like a glove
Was never one for faking
no mask on my mug
Id give to the sun a hug
don't wanna be around
****** inside my head
my feet glued to the ground

What do I do,
If she makes my brain coo,
If her singing calms me,
Breaking through my ADHD,
Her beauty is a sight to see,
Her personality is my heart's key,
I may be only 12,
But into her heart I wish to delve,
And make her feel like a goddess,
About her I can't be modest,
I friendzoned myself...I thought I would fail so I texted can we be friends... she said you don't have to be sorry for liking me.
Do I try again,
With all these cooler kids,
The decision is in mids',
I could say I love her,
There is no girl above her,
Her sweet voice is a lure,
And I am the weird fish,
With her as my wish,
She doesn't judge me,
My heart slows when she will nudge me,
She makes my life have a drive,
And I will compliment her if I am alive,
Her name is cyrille,
I need her for real,
Hug me if you will,
I will only go still,
How I now feel,
Is I need to know,
Will she just be a bro,
I'll be "Ok" if she says no,
But her eyes,
They don't tell me lies,
They are true happy in disguise,
I would tie her shoe ties,
She represents blue skies,
I never liked anyone really,
To be truly honest,
So of her I am fondest,
When she sings,
The stress no longer rings,
Her voice,
I must say isn't just "Noice",
It's the diamond made of crystal,
Pure and nature whistle,
I want to try again,
I might be made fun of by my peers,
Insults in both ears,
She might not just want to be known,
As the girl that made ME not alone,
As she sits on the throne,
...I just sit as that one traffic cone...,
Tell me if I should try,
Or sit alone and cry,
To her I might not fly,
If you don't like my offering,
All ask is...why and what's wrong with me.

So...should I try again?  Please say if I should, and if you know her don't tell her about this...this is personal business.  I don't want to just ask her for a kiss, but if she needs one I can help.  If she needs homework done I can help.  If she needs anything (almost) I can help.

I wanna leave this world in a
peaceful
Manner,
Just wanna go while sleeping,no
noice,
no banner !!

MAKE NO NOICE, NO VOICE, NO
PROTEST & NO RESISTENCE,
TAKE CARE OF FAMILY BUT DO NOT
LOOSE YOUR EXISTENCE !!

alone
not too far away from home
you lay on the floor
unfocused

FEEL
the air go through
nose and lungs
slowly

LISTEN to
the air leaving your body
and the room’s quiet
noice

Inhale
Exhale
Freedom

Snap into a reality of
Calm troubles and
Meaningful problems
Cured from your own
Mental prison and
Unreasonable madness