u/Dear-Evidence9213

Silence is not empty.

It is the color of silver.

It feels like the fur of fabric.

It sounds like wind chimes

moving in the air.

It hides in the deepest of corners

of the universe,

Waiting for the time

to make it right.

When the time is right,

silence will call your name.

When it has spoken the unspoken words,

they will fly in the distance like a rocket.

The creatures and such will laugh out in joy,

only to find out this beautiful silence.

When we think we have forgotten the desperate times,

the universe will remember.

The universe sings out to us like a lullaby,

while we use our last breath

to breathe in the air.

When I feel the atmosphere of the world,

I couldn't help but deliver the message

I was meant to receive.

The scar is like a puppet without it's strings.

The echos are bouncing around like shadows dancing in the trees.

The screams are loud like the wind chimes.

The smiles are dark like a black nightlight.

The claws are sharp like knives.

The holes in the ground, are waiting for your new next death.

The tears grind down your cheeks like raw meat.

The skin pulls from your skin like paper.

The words you say are solid like ice.

The actions you hide, are like bricks.

The scare that likes to run your life, doesn't mean you can't escape it, and run for your life for something new.

I hope I feel, like the stars come alive.

The streaks across the sky is like frost.

My fingers get so cold like ice.

The animals sing a new type of song. That sounds like a hum.

The darkness of the night turns into dreams of hope and faith.

Sun and moon sings with each other like faith.

All my fears were like spears, now they are like tears.

The door is shiny like a key.

The lamp was fading into time, now my time has turn into dust.

The fireflies are shining my path onto new hope. Hope that never flies away, even when it should. But it never does.

I am known as the quiet girl. A girl who is timid and shy.

My words are like fur, to soft to be heard.

The pain I hide, I am afraid to let it shine. When I am hurting, I just let myself suffer.

I let to let my tears come out in the rain, because I can be part of the raging storm.

When my worlds come apart, it is like watching the moon and sun singing to each other.

My screams are so quiet, that the wind would have to die down to let me be heard.

My face is like a ghost in the firelight. Eyes ahead, like no life inside.

The smile I have, is like a firework at work.

Just because I am quiet, it doesn't mean- I can't be heard.

Her favorite color is yellow, that matches the sun in the sky.

Her husky dog is like a wolf.

When she crochet, it is like watching a movie coming undone.

When she does puzzles, she does it so fast like lightning.

Every time she goes on a walk, she lets the wind take her home.

Her hair is so curly is it like a fluffy puppy.

Her skin is exactly like caramel. Smooth and shiny.

Her smile is like the light coming from the moon.

When she waves her hands, it is like a flag calling out to you.

When she writes, it is like a angel bringing you new faith.

I was playing a game called kickball. To me, it was like I was trying to stay alive.

The ball goes soaring in the air like the wind singing out loud.

The temperature is cold, like a winter day with frostbite waiting for its turn to strike.

I ran towards the ball, like I was trying to catch a shooting star. The ball was orange like copper.

The ball bounces in my hand like a won a prize, but when my ankle twisted, the ball bounces away like I wasn't good enough.

I fell to the ground like I was hit with painful but colorful paint balls.

My ankle's pain shot up my leg like a bolt.

I bit back my tears, afraid to let them roll like thunder.

When everyone stared I laughed it off, like it was no big deal.

I continued to play, like it was the last thing I had to do, even when my ankle was screaming in protest to stop. But I kept going, no matter how much it hurt.

Her name is Liliana Sparkles. She is known as Lily.

She has hair like caramel. That flows in the breeze, like it has a mind of its own.

She has brown hair like sunflower copper. Her eyes shine in the moonlight like a star in the sky.

She is part of the universe. Her soul runs in the distance. She flies like the clouds.

When she smiles, her face lights up like a waterfall.

When she is full of energy, she reminds me of a puppy.

She is bold and fearless like a wild animal.

Her heart is pure gold, with a hint of silver.

When people have brought her down, she stands up with the light behind her, and she screams till the whole world can hear her.

She will always keep on running, no matter how her lungs burst into a new beginning.

When I look at myself in the still and quiet water of the starry night. I see someone who tries to hide.

The smile I plastered on my face is just for show. But the real me hides the pain I hide. A smile is a way of saying I'm okay. Even when I am not.

I see the scream is ready to burst. Like a firework at work.

The ripple of water reminds me of the things I lost. The things that make me feel the hot burning pain of regret.

There have been times I wished to flee my own home. But when I thought, I realized, running isn't an option.

The dirt and dust have been my way of hiding. But now the tears and fears help me stay alive.

The tears were once my weakness, now that have become my guide.

I stand up by the pond, clenched my fists, and grit my teeth. And I say out loud." I am not a burden. I am a survivor!"

Then I take a deep breath, close my eyes and remind my self, I am worthy of great things in life. Even when others' think otherwise.

When I was hurting, you came to my life. Like a bird soaring in the sky.

When I thought my days were going to turn into bruises. You came with the light so bright, I thought it was God calling out to me.

When I felt the tears streaming down my face from the hard cold stone words. you came with a whisper. A whisper of new beginnings. And new hope.

When my scars have started to shed like paper ripping in half, you gave me your hand. A hand that was soft as fur.

When my smile started to dim like a light in the air, you gave me a smile that was brighter than the sun.

When the whispers in my head started to echo with painful screams, you come and give me a message, a message that showed me, you are worthy of great things, not just defeat.

When I was about to give up my life, you gave me a firefly and said, "The great things in life are not the things we make, it's the things we do."

When I see the light it is like the faith I never saw.

The light is so blinding that I have to shear my eyes from getting stabbed.

It shines so bright it reminds me of the sun reflecting off the water.

It has a light gold glow, that reminds me of the moon piercing onto the trees.

When the dark seems to fright the innocent, the light will strike it out, so the darkness won't affect our souls.

When I clothes my eyes, I see the angels from above. The angels are dressed in white as snow. Their wings shine a bright yellow like a star in the sky.

When times become dark and gruesome, I follow the light that shines my path.

When I fall asleep on a peaceful night, I dream of walking alone.

When I walk, I am alone. Like I am the only person left on earth.

The night is peaceful like a mockingbird singing in the distance.

Sometimes it rains. Like the rain wants to drown me till I can't breathe any more.

Their are lights hanging in the air. Still as a ghost. They shine so bright like a fire being lit.

The backpack I carry is black. With a little hint of brown. It blends into the night.

The backpack doesn't shine. The way it sits on my shoulders, it reminds me that someone just died.

before I walk into the pitch black darkness. I turned my face around, and I gave one last look, before the lights burned down.

Even though I was scared, I kept going, no matter what the cost will be.

My knee is the part of me. Now it has become my inner soul.

I was playing a game between life and death. Where light and darkness strike and meet.

With a great shove, my knee has scrape the hollow ground.

I grit my teeth in pain. My pain felt ice cold. Like knives stabbing into me.

My knee ripped open, like paper.

It was so thin, I didn't even flinch. It was like watching a movie unfold itself.

The blood inside was like a deep red ember. It was flowing freely like a cloud.

Even though my knee was screaming in pain, I kept going, no matter how painful it was.

My anger is like a storm of rage.

When I cry, it's like rockets shooting out of my eyes.

My screams are so hollow, I feel like I am a burden dying in a fire.

The words inside my head are bursting so loud, I feel like I have become an echo in the hateful night.

My breath was a sign of my defeat, but now it has become my glory.

The words I whisper out of my sand paper throat have become a bubble. A bubble that was forgotten.

My scars that bleed out of my soul, flew into the dust in the wind.

Even though my anger was a great hurting self, I am not afraid to be worthy of it.

I have scars like the moon combining with the sun.

My screams were once peaceful. Now they have become warnings.

My smiles were like an angel waiting. Now I'm afraid they have become from the underworld.

My tears were like rainbow bleeding. Now they are bleeding like dust and mud.

The blood I used to shed was bright red like an amber. Now the blood has become dark like the night.

My face was tan like sand. After I was burned alive, my face has become white like ash.

My pain was hiding behind a cliff. Now, my pain is in sight like an echo blooming in the distance.

The light bulb used to bring me hope. Now the ladybug brings me faith.