sometimes we are become so blind and not able to see the whole thing from someone's sight... and when i realize the noise which trouble me inside is not that much when i hear the high tides of him...
It was a dark silent night,
silence was the only place in my sight...
i was walking down the street by your side and i guess
i should fight,,
but
what i could do is
i couldn't even cry....!
and i thought,
you should break the silence and try,,
but all i can see is,
the thunder walking around you and you were ,my darling
Your message is a little like your title . . . there's a lot of noise here, but I can barely hear what you're trying to say. It's an elusive description of something confusing, perhaps, and barely tangible feelings. The ending impression, for me, is of a person who puts across much body language, stomping when mad, or cuddling when happy, but all in all, it's a noisy silence that's baffling & hard to interpret.
The title seems particularly interesting. A few grammatical errors in your description and the poem itself. You start in past tense and switch to present tense in an odd manner. You are talking of the same night and you are writing about it in two different tenses. It is okay to change tenses when you are in present and think of the past, or you first talk of the past and then talk of the present day. You have some chinks in the wall. Get rid of them and you will be through. Keep writing.
Your message is a little like your title . . . there's a lot of noise here, but I can barely hear what you're trying to say. It's an elusive description of something confusing, perhaps, and barely tangible feelings. The ending impression, for me, is of a person who puts across much body language, stomping when mad, or cuddling when happy, but all in all, it's a noisy silence that's baffling & hard to interpret.