Guest guest Posted August 12, 2008 Report Share Posted August 12, 2008 lol. that brought a major smile to my face. i wrote a poem as well, but mine sounds a bit more...deeper..i dunno. but good poem my poem I wrote this today, after plugging my ears for the 20th time and raging inside and feeling completely isolated from the rest of the world. I hope you all can relate to it, and perhaps you can show it to someone you love to help them understand how it feels to have 4S.SOUNDS LIKE I'M CRAZYby RymanRattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick.I squeeze my ears so tight.I try to cope. I act polite.This horror of sounds that assaults my brain,that litters my life with torturous pain,cannot be avoided, cannot be blocked.The noise haunts my being like toxic shock.Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click..Cough. Slurp. Yawn. Tick.No one forgives. No one forgets.No one restrains. No one accepts.Lost in a nightmare of piercing air.that destroys my once inner peace. Why can't they see their wounded pride does not compare to the panic I feel inside?Rage. Cry. Squeal. Panic. Shudder. Slip. Beseech. Manic..No pills to cure me. No words to ease.And worst is my own desire to please.No control. No answers. No way out.No weapons. No freedom. No normal route.One moment I feel tranquil and calm.And then the sounds… the horrible sounds.Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick.It sounds like I'm crazy but I know the truth.I'm as sane as you and you and you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2008 Report Share Posted August 13, 2008 awesome poem... and the complete truth. Maybe I'll post it on my fridge and see what my husband says. LOL. Afterall, he does think I'm " crazy " . > > I wrote this today, after plugging my ears for the 20th time and > raging inside and feeling completely isolated from the rest of the > world. I hope you all can relate to it, and perhaps you can show it > to someone you love to help them understand how it feels to have 4S. > > SOUNDS LIKE I'M CRAZY > > by Ryman > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > I squeeze my ears so tight. > I try to cope. I act polite. > > This horror of sounds that assaults my brain, > that litters my life with torturous pain, > cannot be avoided, cannot be blocked. > The noise haunts my being like toxic shock. > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Cough. Slurp. Yawn. Tick. > No one forgives. No one forgets. > No one restrains. No one accepts. > > Lost in a nightmare of piercing air. > that destroys my once inner peace. > Why can't they see their wounded pride > does not compare to the panic I feel inside? > > Rage. Cry. Squeal. Panic. > Shudder. Slip. Beseech. Manic. > No pills to cure me. No words to ease. > And worst is my own desire to please. > > No control. No answers. No way out. > No weapons. No freedom. No normal route. > > One moment I feel tranquil and calm. > And then the sounds… the horrible sounds. > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > > It sounds like I'm crazy but I know the truth. > I'm as sane as you and you and you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2008 Report Share Posted August 13, 2008 Val: I'd like to read your poem too! Please share. > > lol. that brought a major smile to my face. i wrote a poem as well, but mine sounds a bit more...deeper..i dunno. but good poem > > > > my poem > > > I wrote this today, after plugging my ears for the 20th time and > raging inside and feeling completely isolated from the rest of the > world. I hope you all can relate to it, and perhaps you can show it > to someone you love to help them understand how it feels to have 4S. > > SOUNDS LIKE I'M CRAZY > > by Ryman > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > I squeeze my ears so tight. > I try to cope. I act polite. > > This horror of sounds that assaults my brain, > that litters my life with torturous pain, > cannot be avoided, cannot be blocked. > The noise haunts my being like toxic shock. > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Cough. Slurp. Yawn. Tick. > No one forgives. No one forgets. > No one restrains. No one accepts. > > Lost in a nightmare of piercing air. > that destroys my once inner peace. > Why can't they see their wounded pride > does not compare to the panic I feel inside? > > Rage. Cry. Squeal. Panic. > Shudder. Slip. Beseech. Manic. > No pills to cure me. No words to ease. > And worst is my own desire to please. > > No control. No answers. No way out. > No weapons. No freedom. No normal route. > > One moment I feel tranquil and calm. > And then the sounds… the horrible sounds. > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > > It sounds like I'm crazy but I know the truth. > I'm as sane as you and you and you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2008 Report Share Posted August 13, 2008 -- That was wonderful! -----Original Message-----From: Soundsensitivity [mailto:Soundsensitivity ]On Behalf Of Sent: Tuesday, August 12, 2008 5:19 PMTo: Soundsensitivity Subject: my poem I wrote this today, after plugging my ears for the 20th time and raging inside and feeling completely isolated from the rest of the world. I hope you all can relate to it, and perhaps you can show it to someone you love to help them understand how it feels to have 4S.SOUNDS LIKE I'M CRAZYby RymanRattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick.I squeeze my ears so tight.I try to cope. I act polite.This horror of sounds that assaults my brain,that litters my life with torturous pain,cannot be avoided, cannot be blocked.The noise haunts my being like toxic shock.Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click.Cough. Slurp. Yawn. Tick.No one forgives. No one forgets.No one restrains. No one accepts.Lost in a nightmare of piercing air.that destroys my once inner peace. Why can't they see their wounded pride does not compare to the panic I feel inside?Rage. Cry. Squeal. Panic. Shudder. Slip. Beseech. Manic.No pills to cure me. No words to ease.And worst is my own desire to please.No control. No answers. No way out.No weapons. No freedom. No normal route.One moment I feel tranquil and calm.And then the sounds... the horrible sounds.Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick.It sounds like I'm crazy but I know the truth.I'm as sane as you and you and you. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 13, 2008 Report Share Posted August 13, 2008 Brought tears to my eyes. Really this whole group does. I am still new to the group and also new to the knowledge that I have SOMETHING. I am not crazy, like you said. As sane as the rest. In fact, I love people, love life, love happiness. Sometimes it's all so impossible, but only for me. > > lol. that brought a major smile to my face. i wrote a poem as well, but mine sounds a bit more...deeper..i dunno. but good poem > > > > my poem > > > I wrote this today, after plugging my ears for the 20th time and > raging inside and feeling completely isolated from the rest of the > world. I hope you all can relate to it, and perhaps you can show it > to someone you love to help them understand how it feels to have 4S. > > SOUNDS LIKE I'M CRAZY > > by Ryman > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > I squeeze my ears so tight. > I try to cope. I act polite. > > This horror of sounds that assaults my brain, > that litters my life with torturous pain, > cannot be avoided, cannot be blocked. > The noise haunts my being like toxic shock. > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Cough. Slurp. Yawn. Tick. > No one forgives. No one forgets. > No one restrains. No one accepts. > > Lost in a nightmare of piercing air. > that destroys my once inner peace. > Why can't they see their wounded pride > does not compare to the panic I feel inside? > > Rage. Cry. Squeal. Panic. > Shudder. Slip. Beseech. Manic. > No pills to cure me. No words to ease. > And worst is my own desire to please. > > No control. No answers. No way out. > No weapons. No freedom. No normal route. > > One moment I feel tranquil and calm. > And then the sounds… the horrible sounds. > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > > It sounds like I'm crazy but I know the truth. > I'm as sane as you and you and you. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 14, 2008 Report Share Posted August 14, 2008 Pia, We must think alike! I replied that the poems should be lyrics too before I saw your post. I am way behind on reading the posts right now. Robin Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted September 11, 2008 Report Share Posted September 11, 2008 Best of luck to you... I hope it works out! > > > > lol. that brought a major smile to my face. i wrote a poem as well, > but mine sounds a bit more...deeper..i dunno. but good poem > > > > > > > > my poem > > > > > > I wrote this today, after plugging my ears for the 20th time and > > raging inside and feeling completely isolated from the rest of the > > world. I hope you all can relate to it, and perhaps you can show it > > to someone you love to help them understand how it feels to have 4S. > > > > SOUNDS LIKE I'M CRAZY > > > > by Ryman > > > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > > I squeeze my ears so tight. > > I try to cope. I act polite. > > > > This horror of sounds that assaults my brain, > > that litters my life with torturous pain, > > cannot be avoided, cannot be blocked. > > The noise haunts my being like toxic shock. > > > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > > Cough. Slurp. Yawn. Tick. > > No one forgives. No one forgets. > > No one restrains. No one accepts. > > > > Lost in a nightmare of piercing air. > > that destroys my once inner p eace. > > Why can't they see their wounded pride > > does not compare to the panic I feel inside? > > > > Rage. Cry. Squeal. Panic. > > Shudder. Slip. Beseech. Manic. > > No pills to cure me. No words to ease. > > And worst is my own desire to please. > > > > No control. No answers. No way out. > > No weapons. No freedom. No normal route. > > > > One moment I feel tranquil and calm. > > And then the sounds. the horrible sounds. > > Rattle. Crunch. Squeak. Click. > > Shout. Slurp. Beep. Tick. > > > > It sounds like I'm crazy but I know the truth. > > I'm as sane as you and you and you. > > > > > > > > > Reveal your inner athlete and share it with friends on Windows Live. Share now! > > > > > > > > Get more from your digital life. Find out how. > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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