stillness

April 23rd, 2014

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  1. Yawn. Stretch. Toss. Turn. The dream clouds are ready to flood the plains. But I’m restless. I always feel like I’m falling and jolt myself awake again. Who knows how this pattern was established, but I trip before I fall asleep. There is no stillness. No peaceful drift towards slumber. And then I think of him and my eyes flutter. Wonder fills my thoughts: a caress, a kiss, any number of things I miss.

    By Intuition URL on 04.23.2014

  2. There is no stillness before this storm, I’ve warned you. Eyes will flash like lightning. Hands will clap like thunder. The wind my love, it doesn’t whisper, it howls. Provoke me, and I will embrace you with my destruction.

    By Ash Wednesday on 04.23.2014

  3. I could tell that my stillness was making you nervous. I was nervous myself and did not want to do the wrong thing. I was afraid you would notice the overabundance of excitement that was flowing within me. I have never felt more alive than in that moment.

    By Marina URL on 04.23.2014

  4. A disgusted noise came from the back of his throat. “I don’t know, Hillary. I look out into this stillness and I can’t help but wonder what all this is *for*. Why… *why* are we here? Just. It doesn’t make any *sense*, Hils. It doesn’t, and you know it, and I just cant accept it.”

    By SincerelyRanda URL on 04.23.2014

  5. There was a stillness on the surface of the water that made it look artificial as it reflected the fireball. No birds or insects could be heard, and even the wind was observing a moment of silence. Lovett knew that in a few seconds, the first blast wave would arrive, and everything he could now see would be destroyed. Only then could life on the planet begin again.

    By tonykeyesjapan URL on 04.23.2014

  6. It’s not in the rush. You won’t find it there,
    nor in rumbling thunder of parties roaring yonder.
    In stillness you will find it, that laughter that is home.
    That smile that warms your heart and whispers it to life.

    By Jose on 04.23.2014

  7. There was a stillness in the air as Sharon took her last breath.

    Thomas felt it. He put his right hand on his chest and struggled to take a deep breath as his left hand gently smoothed Sharon’s hair in place. He clutched her hand and gave her one final kiss on the forehead.

    Amy felt it, too. Her mother was sick for a very long time. The stillness was like a weight pushing down on them, making everything seem unbearable. The stillness had been there for quite some time now, a constant reminder of Sharon’s impending death. Amy tugged at her father’s coat and led him away from her mother’s pale body.

    Thomas looked at his daughter and patted her head before taking her hand. You look just like your mother, he thought. And a smile played at his lips.

    By Maja Bambino URL on 04.23.2014

  8. white, the trees are white, the ground is white, the sky is white and the white goes on.

    By missfeathy on 04.23.2014

  9. I don’t want to move. I feel like if I move, something bad is gonna happen, so I’m just gonna not move! I feel scared haha, what’s going on? Seriously?

    By Ashley De La Torre on 04.23.2014

  10. Stuck. I have no idea what i’m doing. No where to go. Stuck beyond my limitations. No where to turn. No one to call for. I can’t help it. I’m stuck. Understanding has slowed down to a minimum. I found a way to override this thing now. All you have to do is submit without the name and come back and voila more time lol. I need this a lot more than i thought.

    By Laven on 04.23.2014

  11. when’s the last time things began to suddenly seem to pause–
    time wasn’t a moving thing,
    things weren’t moving the way they should of, except her no doubt.
    i have difficulties falling in her path, im a tree tryna trip with a small mouse.
    well cat- she goes “meow” it’s a believable one; kinda great

    By Brendan Alcantara on 04.23.2014

  12. do you recall the last time things began to suddenly seem to pause–
    time wasn’t a moving thing,
    things weren’t moving the way they should of, except her no doubt.
    i have difficulties falling in her path, im a tree tryna trip with a small mouse.
    well cat- she goes “meow” it’s a believable one; kinda great
    it’s a subtle sound, it came and went and you heard it- no doubt

    By Brendan Alcantara on 04.23.2014

  13. is there a point in time.
    can you remember it well enough to make it real
    can you draw it out with your eyes open or closed
    still as it was that night, immersive and thriving.

    By Brendan Alcantara on 04.23.2014

  14. is there a point in time.
    can you remember it well enough to make it real
    can you draw it out with your eyes open or closed
    still as it was that night, immersive and thriving.

    can i see it with you, can we put dimensions to this
    take space for such energy to, be
    –what’s life??

    By Brendan Alcantara on 04.23.2014

  15. The air particles had frozen from the stillness through the air. Cutlery clinked and chimed but lips were mute. The table stretched for miles, him on one end and her on the other like the opposite ends of the spectrum..

    By Helianthus URL on 04.23.2014

  16. The stillness of the night was eerie after the caotic clashing of the battlefield, the piercing shriek of metal and unforgettable sound of tearjng flesh. Even thicking of it made her blood run cold, despite the hearty crackling of the nearby flames.
    She wondered idly if she’d ever be warm again.

    By S.C. Lovelace URL on 04.24.2014

  17. A stillness stole his breath, his lips thrummed with the heat of this one’s soul. Great was the sun that he tasted. Yet, when the kiss ended. He felt the world crumble into a night too cold and empty. What evil.

    By Boris URL on 04.24.2014

  18. The water was dark and calm. No ripples, only the light shudder at the touch of wind. she bent over the water to see her reflection. the stars look even better in the water.

    By Willy Wally URL on 04.24.2014

  19. The stillness of the water in the stream behind our house would be a source of clam and a bounty of peace for me. I cannot thank my father enough for carving out its path when he was alive.

    By victor URL on 04.24.2014

  20. It scares you. How you can control it. How you can stop, rewind, or fast forward time at your will.

    But what scares you most of all is how utterly still everything becomes when you stop time. Everything except you. That’s the worst part. Being alone in a still world.

    And that’s why you’ll continue. That’s why you’ll continue to go back, reset every time you fail. Timeline after timeline.

    Because without Madoka, your world is still, and you’re alone.

    By laze URL on 04.24.2014

  21. Everything was different. Calm almost. But the younger girl could tell something was out of place because of the stillness of the trees. They didn’t move, branches didn’t sway in the wind. They were frozen.

    By Georgie on 04.24.2014

  22. I have my eyes closed, listen to my breathing. In and out, in and out. Nothing else exists. I feel my shoulders relax, I hand’t known they’d been so tense. The silence around and within me becomes more than lack of sound, it is a blanket enveloping me. Holding me. I am centered. I am perfectly still.

    By Damon on 04.24.2014

  23. Residue of restlessness. Activity’s shadow. The calming hush we are all destined for. Simple peace.

    By Jonathan URL on 04.24.2014

  24. Be stillstillstillstill
    shake wave turn
    flex grip
    raise
    push
    rip tear cut bleed move
    shake wave curse
    fuck you
    close your god damn
    mouth. No?
    Let me close it for you. Bitch.
    Turn spin climb shred
    Fold
    build
    find
    open
    shake wave turn
    into the caller’s calling
    my nerves are
    violent violet
    calm
    still

    control.

    By La Bête becomes Man URL on 04.24.2014

  25. a time and place to connect to the inner being, a time to reflect on past, present and the future. A time to figure out mistakes and reflect on better choices in the next situation. A state of peace and tranquility. An existence without chaos and destruction.

    By Crystal Bowers on 04.24.2014

  26. shhh……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

    By Lee URL on 04.24.2014

  27. My voice
    of the daylight
    rips into night’s
    calm void

    It penetrates
    a star’s inside
    splitting
    exploding

    Destroyer of stars
    space can’t stop it
    wrecking
    breaking
    quiet’s definition erased

    By La Bête becomes Man URL on 04.24.2014

  28. The silence was overwhelming, a wall that could not be penetrated. Not because he was incapable of speaking, but because he hadn’t the words within him, or the bravery, to open his mouth. She stood with her back to him, the breeze curling the ends of her hair, wisps of blonde, lemon juice and peroxide.

    By emgee on 04.24.2014

  29. In the quiet of the afternoon, I can hear the birds in the trees above me. They seem to be quarreling, and it reminds me of this morning, when I left the house, slamming the door behind me, hearing him yelling after me through the wood of the door, and I just kept walking. Now, here in the park, I feel still and quiet and peaceful, and I don’t want to go back.

    By Kimberly URL on 04.24.2014

  30. Only in stillness do you notice the beauty of the bumblebee.

    By Tex URL on 04.24.2014

  31. I yearned for quiet, for the cacophony in my head to cease, for my mind to be still. The thoughts roiled like hurricane waves, chasing each others tails and winding together to form a knot of tension between my shoulder blades, in the space where my heart used to be.

    By emgee URL on 04.24.2014

  32. I’ve been
    writing everything but
    what I know I should.
    It’s about the caller’s calling.
    It’s about brainstorming a storyboard
    of a night told in reverse
    from early morning
    to late night

    because then it would be
    like a normal shift
    from early morning
    to late night
    in forward.

    It would be about the
    unknown wickedness
    wrapping my soul
    barbed coils piercing
    my values.
    I breathe relief. Puncture
    the anger, relieve me of it.
    Is my punishment eternal?

    But it’s not the same, I can’t
    start in reverse.
    All the subdued anger
    but no subduer in the weak
    of night.

    The stillness of dusk.
    I am alert for the entirety,
    though short
    and insignificant,
    of night. I know
    the dusk written across
    scars, more scars still.

    There is one redeeming
    quality, that outweighs
    anything.
    That renders the anger in the first
    half of the night
    and its echo in the second
    meaningless.

    In stillness
    they watch me watching them
    and I dream
    my cherry dream awake;
    I am me looking down on myself
    looking up at myself,
    Heartblinks as red cherries
    as bright as stars
    pin themselves
    where sky
    becomes space,

    By La Bête becomes Man URL on 04.24.2014

  33. the night is still in the forest, where are the animals like the birds? They are sleeping like the people, insside their houses, the clock is still ticking even though no one is awake to care. I need more stilness in my days. the stillness of people hiding from the ones who always come in the end, in the end, waiting for the sounds, listening for the sounds of the ones who always come in the end,

    By sarah on 04.24.2014

  34. none

    By sarah URL on 04.24.2014

  35. There was a stillness in the air as the cops waited for their quarry. Nobody moved. The air weighed down on them with a thick, heavy humidity that squeezed every last drop of sweat out of their nerve-wracked bodies. An unfortunate black cat…

    To be continued!

    By Andy S URL on 04.24.2014

  36. As she walked through her woods in the early mornings light, the stillness of that time brought back memories of her most favorite past.

    By marylou wynegar URL on 04.24.2014

  37. The stillness in the air somehow reminded me of the brisk chilling breeze I felt as I watched my once best friend being lowered into his final resting place. Little did I realize this would be the closest I would ever be to him for the rest of my life.

    By John Brish on 04.24.2014

  38. Not real sure what is going on right now but here are some words to read. Thats all. Thanks…

    By John Brish on 04.24.2014

  39. Straight stillness
    Start with just a little
    sin in heart,
    learn and build
    and grow, forget
    be better
    with less,
    anxiety latest
    absorved personal
    trait
    sociopathic or
    psychotic or
    whatever you
    call an unintentional
    ongoing behavior
    social mimicry
    like a chameleon
    that keeps the traits
    it copies

    I’ve been
    writing everything but
    what I know I should.
    It’s about the caller’s calling.
    It’s about brainstorming a storyboard
    of a night told in reverse
    from early morning
    to late night

    because then it would be
    like a normal shift
    from early morning
    to late night
    in forward.

    It would be about the
    unknown wickedness
    wrapping my soul
    barbed coils piercing
    my values.
    I breathe relief. Puncture
    the anger, relieve me of it.
    Is my punishment eternal?

    But it’s not the same, I can’t
    start in reverse.
    All the subdued anger
    but no subduer in the weak
    of night.

    The stillness of dusk.
    I am alert for the entirety,
    though short
    and insignificant,
    of night. I know
    the dusk written across
    scars, more scars still.

    There is one redeeming
    quality, that outweighs
    anything.
    That renders the anger in the first
    half of the night
    and its echo in the second
    meaningless.

    In stillness
    they watch me watching them
    and I dream
    my cherry dream awake;
    I am me looking down on myself
    looking up at myself,
    Heartblinks as red as cherries
    as bright as stars
    pin themselves.
    where sky
    becomes space,
    where the radio
    tower is the caller
    calling
    in stillness.

    By La Bête becomes Man URL on 04.24.2014

  40. I’ve been
    writing everything but
    what I know I should.
    It’s about the caller’s calling.
    It’s about brainstorming a storyboard
    of a night told in reverse
    from early morning
    to late night

    because then it would be
    like a normal shift
    from early morning
    to late night
    in forward.

    It would be about the
    unknown wickedness
    wrapping my soul
    barbed coils piercing
    my values.
    I breathe relief. Puncture
    the anger, relieve me of it.
    Is my punishment eternal?

    But it’s not the same, I can’t
    start in reverse.
    All the subdued anger
    but no subduer in the weak
    of night.

    The stillness of dusk.
    I am alert for the entirety,
    though short
    and insignificant,
    of night. I know
    the dusk written across
    scars, more scars still.

    There is one redeeming
    quality, that outweighs
    anything.
    That renders the anger in the first
    half of the night
    and its echo in the second
    meaningless.

    In stillness
    they watch me
    at 1:30 ante meridiem
    and I dream
    my cherry dream awake;
    I am me looking down on myself
    looking up at myself. Their
    heartblinks as red cherries
    as bright as stars
    pin themselves
    where sky
    becomes space,
    where the radio
    tower is the caller
    calling.

    By La Bête becomes Man URL on 04.24.2014