I can never say what I feel and if I did no one would understand me anyway. Some philosophers say that we have no real tangible connection to the world, it could be entirely something we have imagined. that is me
i walk everyday, my apartment to the shop…not saying one word. my life is a dark box, and i dont know where i am going…will somone ever rescue me? will i ever survive my shadowy residence. i hope for better days.
It is a kind of silence, by choice or by accident of nature or illness. Illness could be physical – affecting the throat or lungs – or psychological. The main character in the film The Piano is mute, and speaks by notes and sign language to her daughter.
That was it. I was mute. I couldn’t really help it, anyways. The damn blade just went right into my neck, and now I couldn’t speak. It was just freakin perfect, right? The doctors said I was lucky I didn’t die, because I should’ve died.
The silence never stopped for her. It was always around her, filling the void of forever. She didn’t know much about it, but the silence was there, always there, with her.
I felt mute as his words flowed through my mind. His velvety soft voice couldn’t make any of this easier. His words poisoned every thought and feeling I thought I’d had for him. He ruined all of that. He did the one thing possible to break my heart.
Like the button on the TV remote, or the expressions that pass another’s face as you exclaim, perhaps a profanity perhaps an epiphany. The cessation of everything, quick irrefutable, mutable. Sometimes referring to the inability to express oneself with speech, the Impossibility of conveying the true words and emotions that flow through your mind
One person. one life. but her voice is set on mute. no sound will ever escape her lifeless lips. as she watches her life in replay, she unpresses the mute button only to find she has a voice! :)
Lasting through the entire Q&A section of the lecture without speaking required that I lean under my desk and remove my vocal apparatus with a pencil and three paper clips. I was satisfied, but permanently muted.
the TV was on mute. but i knew what they were saying. it was all about the person who had killed a whole family in one night. and during christmas, making one child go permanently mute
sitting in the public library, watching an animated video of Ray Bradyburgy’s “There Will Come Soft Rains’, not wanting to disturb the woman knittingon the sofa next to me, nor the middle aged woman with specktacles on her left, I put my computer on mute
helen keller was mute. and helen keller was not real. mute is a button that you see on the tv and i feel like watching the office. but right now i wish i could mute my computers teacher cause she is being VERY annoying. but hmmm i wish time would run out cause she’s gonna come over and yell at me. AWESOME. not. okay. mute mute mute mute mute. one time my friends tv said muet instead of mute when you pushed the button. haha
mute people, not talking maybe not hearing. i don’t know….who really knows. My boyfriend is asking me to play wow. I don’t really want to though. anyway….mute, i’ve talked to alot of deaf people in my days, they are really interesting. I really used to love sign language but not as much anymore.
when a person cannot speak, what do they have? When words are taken away, what can be done? To be made mute, to mute another, to suddenly go mute, whether out of joy or anguish, shock or anger…what does this mean? To be mute is to be truncated, to be mutilated, to be cauterized – to be mute is to be silenced.
Muting is like disabling one’s freedom to be who they are. We feel, we create, we ARE, through everything we express. When one mutes anothers creativity and right to expression they are demeaning the individual of everything they are and everything they might become. They are stopping the chain of endless uniqueness.
Their. There I was, stunned. My blunder had put me to great shame. It wasn’t misspelled but in the wrong place. Silent babies might not have much to say but they sure do gain praise from the relatives.
Silence seemed surreal. A notion that we can be fixed for the sake of quiet. Was this a twisted illusion orchestrated for sales of notepads and sleeping babies? Sleeping babies aren’t sold but they do what their told. Not.
Sometimes I just want to put the world on mute and have only my thoughts fuel my perception of reality. I want to turn off all the lights and let my own shine through. Where has my light gone? It has been swallowed up in the dark of dawn.
Everyone loves to say everything, as though if it is not said, it is not so, or it is not real, or it is not valid. But the shortest route to resolution and revelation is to keep your big fat mouth shut.
The colors were so quiet you felt as if you’d never known sound. The air sat mute around your ears and the painting enveloped all sensory particles before they wisped by in an electric current of invisibility.
mute people can’t speak. they are only observers. they sit and they watch. something that we can all learn. are they smarter than us? are they wiser? what do they learn, that we, as the contributers miss?
They say that those who know do not speak and those that speak do not know. Maybe the mutes know something we don’t.
blind deaf dumb and mute and shy to the wind, the trees, the rustle of empty cans that roll and tumble through the metropolis of the mind along the shores of our lips and the end of the world
I feel as if my vocal chords are shattered. It’s been almost a month and still no contact. She talks about how horrible we’ve been and how we don’t care about her, making mountains out of molehills and misjudging the situation entirely. I desperately wish to speak out, tell her the truth, and fix this, but then…I am mute.
I have always been mute in reality.
I can never say what I feel and if I did no one would understand me anyway. Some philosophers say that we have no real tangible connection to the world, it could be entirely something we have imagined. that is me
An angel gliding down from a primordial fog. Scary as shit- beauteous as a muse. Silent as alabaster.
There was little mute girl who loved dancing. The End. (BTW, why can’t Hellen Keller drive?)
She’s a woman!
i walk everyday, my apartment to the shop…not saying one word. my life is a dark box, and i dont know where i am going…will somone ever rescue me? will i ever survive my shadowy residence. i hope for better days.
a button that makes every thing silent and can be found on a game, phone, etc.
Mute is a word you use when you tell somebody to be quite.
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It is a kind of silence, by choice or by accident of nature or illness. Illness could be physical – affecting the throat or lungs – or psychological. The main character in the film The Piano is mute, and speaks by notes and sign language to her daughter.
silence quiet alone in the world noone to tell. Silent forever. No music, quiet, nothing to listen to. More important things to do
That was it. I was mute. I couldn’t really help it, anyways. The damn blade just went right into my neck, and now I couldn’t speak. It was just freakin perfect, right? The doctors said I was lucky I didn’t die, because I should’ve died.
The silence never stopped for her. It was always around her, filling the void of forever. She didn’t know much about it, but the silence was there, always there, with her.
I felt mute as his words flowed through my mind. His velvety soft voice couldn’t make any of this easier. His words poisoned every thought and feeling I thought I’d had for him. He ruined all of that. He did the one thing possible to break my heart.
Like the button on the TV remote, or the expressions that pass another’s face as you exclaim, perhaps a profanity perhaps an epiphany. The cessation of everything, quick irrefutable, mutable. Sometimes referring to the inability to express oneself with speech, the Impossibility of conveying the true words and emotions that flow through your mind
One person. one life. but her voice is set on mute. no sound will ever escape her lifeless lips. as she watches her life in replay, she unpresses the mute button only to find she has a voice! :)
Lasting through the entire Q&A section of the lecture without speaking required that I lean under my desk and remove my vocal apparatus with a pencil and three paper clips. I was satisfied, but permanently muted.
the TV was on mute. but i knew what they were saying. it was all about the person who had killed a whole family in one night. and during christmas, making one child go permanently mute
Every time you talk to me, I forget how. So by the time you left its too late to say anything to make you stay.
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sitting in the public library, watching an animated video of Ray Bradyburgy’s “There Will Come Soft Rains’, not wanting to disturb the woman knittingon the sofa next to me, nor the middle aged woman with specktacles on her left, I put my computer on mute
helen keller was mute. and helen keller was not real. mute is a button that you see on the tv and i feel like watching the office. but right now i wish i could mute my computers teacher cause she is being VERY annoying. but hmmm i wish time would run out cause she’s gonna come over and yell at me. AWESOME. not. okay. mute mute mute mute mute. one time my friends tv said muet instead of mute when you pushed the button. haha
Mute. A quiet room, only broken by the ticking of the clock. I open my mouth. Soundless. No air. I can’t even hear myself scream.
mute ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….. mute
mute people, not talking maybe not hearing. i don’t know….who really knows. My boyfriend is asking me to play wow. I don’t really want to though. anyway….mute, i’ve talked to alot of deaf people in my days, they are really interesting. I really used to love sign language but not as much anymore.
when a person cannot speak, what do they have? When words are taken away, what can be done? To be made mute, to mute another, to suddenly go mute, whether out of joy or anguish, shock or anger…what does this mean? To be mute is to be truncated, to be mutilated, to be cauterized – to be mute is to be silenced.
to not talk. utter silence. noting to say. no more to be done. no noise. sheer bliss
fly
Muting is like disabling one’s freedom to be who they are. We feel, we create, we ARE, through everything we express. When one mutes anothers creativity and right to expression they are demeaning the individual of everything they are and everything they might become. They are stopping the chain of endless uniqueness.
quite and soft. lavender silence in fog. impossible in public places, and useful on the phone.
friend
Their. There I was, stunned. My blunder had put me to great shame. It wasn’t misspelled but in the wrong place. Silent babies might not have much to say but they sure do gain praise from the relatives.
Silence seemed surreal. A notion that we can be fixed for the sake of quiet. Was this a twisted illusion orchestrated for sales of notepads and sleeping babies? Sleeping babies aren’t sold but they do what their told. Not.
hekki
Sometimes I just want to put the world on mute and have only my thoughts fuel my perception of reality. I want to turn off all the lights and let my own shine through. Where has my light gone? It has been swallowed up in the dark of dawn.
mute
Everyone loves to say everything, as though if it is not said, it is not so, or it is not real, or it is not valid. But the shortest route to resolution and revelation is to keep your big fat mouth shut.
The colors were so quiet you felt as if you’d never known sound. The air sat mute around your ears and the painting enveloped all sensory particles before they wisped by in an electric current of invisibility.
mute people can’t speak. they are only observers. they sit and they watch. something that we can all learn. are they smarter than us? are they wiser? what do they learn, that we, as the contributers miss?
They say that those who know do not speak and those that speak do not know. Maybe the mutes know something we don’t.
blind deaf dumb and mute and shy to the wind, the trees, the rustle of empty cans that roll and tumble through the metropolis of the mind along the shores of our lips and the end of the world
I feel as if my vocal chords are shattered. It’s been almost a month and still no contact. She talks about how horrible we’ve been and how we don’t care about her, making mountains out of molehills and misjudging the situation entirely. I desperately wish to speak out, tell her the truth, and fix this, but then…I am mute.