The Silence Roars

Art from the inside. Because silence isn’t empty. It’s full of everything I’ve never said.

[thesilenceroars]

This is just a small story…

The other day, I was half-heartedly invited to a party I didn’t want to attend.

I didn’t want to drink.

And there I was… drinking.

Always burning.

Always thinking about how the other person feels, above what I truly want.

Until, right in the middle of the noise, someone shouted at me:

—“Smile! This is a party!”

But… why should I?

That was my breaking point.

My silent awakening.

Because in a world where sanity is measured by anxiety, emptiness, and the obsession with gold and alcohol…

I allow myself to be the Madman.

[thesilenceroars]

To Those I Still Love, Though They’re Gone

(inspired by the soul that keeps feeling)

I still love you,

like the echo of a scream

when no one’s left to hear.

Like embers burning without flame,

still scorching the fingers of memory.

I love your ruins,

your winters,

the times you were silence

and I tried to be shelter.

Not because you deserve my chest,

but because my chest still knows how to beat

even when left alone.

I didn’t stop loving.

I just learned to love in absence,

to kiss with memory,

to embrace from afar without asking for return.

And you,

her,

all of them…

I still love you all the same,

because my love isn’t a contract broken by time,

nor a knot undone by pride.

It’s a root,

a sweet wound,

a way of being true

even when no one sees.

And if it hurts—let it hurt.

I’d rather that pain

than the emptiness of never having felt at all.

[thesilenceroars]

Sometimes I Burn and You Don’t See Me

Sometimes I sit in the center of the fire

as if the world forgot me burning.

I don’t scream.

Not because it doesn’t hurt,

but because the flames already know my name

and whisper it softly.

I cover my face with a dirty hand

not to see myself.

I have lost more than homes, more than bodies.

I’ve lost my voice.

And still,

I breathe between what’s left.

My knees know the earth too well,

but I don’t kneel out of faith—

only fatigue.

The weight of what I couldn’t save,

the names that no longer answer.

Everything cracks.

And so do I.

But among the ruins,

a spark calls me.

It’s not anger.

It’s not revenge.

It’s the living memory of what still burns inside.

And then,

I lift my face,

just a little,

like someone seeking the sky without expecting an answer.

And there,

where no one hears me,

I roar.

Not out of rage.

Not for glory.

I roar because I’m still alive.

Because if silence is my curse,

then I’ll make the world tremble

with the sound of my last roar.

[thesilenceroars]

The Invisible Cage

There are no bars, no chains,

but there's a weight on my temple,

like a cry that doesn't sound,

like a fire that doesn't burn well.

I have wings that don't fly,

a mind that won't be silent,

and a soul that remains awake

even though the world can no longer find me.

I was a star among children,

I shone without asking permission,

but life, without affection,

taught me to love the ground.

There's a voice that drags me

to sleep in the mud,

that tells me: "don't do anything,"

that drowns me with its blanket.

I've wanted to numb myself,

forget myself, dissolve,

but I know that when I wake up

I'll be me... and I won't be able to escape.

I want peace, not false goals,

I want sunshine without demands,

I want to be without this trap

of living among appearances.

And even if today I have no strength,

no answers, no way out,

I know there's life beyond fog

If I breathe and continue… life.

[thesilenceroars]

“The Elf and the Giant”

There are days when the soul doesn’t walk—

it drags,

as if the world weighed more than bones,

and the eyes forgot how to look up.

Today was one of those days.

The giant woke up early,

kicking doors open inside me,

leaving everything in ruins:

my will, my plans, my faith.

I saw him.

A giant of shadow and thundered voice,

shattering the little I had managed to hold together.

And yet…

beneath the table,

trembling but standing,

the elf rose.

Small.

Clumsy.

Real.

No sword.

No shield.

Only a shaking hand

and a whisper barely spoken:

“I’m here… still here.”

The giant roars,

but the elf doesn’t flee.

And sometimes,

that’s all it takes:

not to win,

but to endure.

Because every time the elf survives,

the silence roars.

[thesilenceroars]

There was no victory today, but a whisper of peace.

It wasn’t a bright day, but neither was it dark.

I held myself. I embraced without judgment.

I gave thanks without fully knowing to whom.

And though there’s still pain, there’s also room for something new.

The silence didn’t roar… but it didn’t leave either.

Today, it simply stayed with me.

[thesilenceroars]

MANIFIESTO OF

"THE SILENCE ROARS"

I don't have all the answers. Sometimes I feel lost, broken, tired of trying.

But I keep going. I always keep going.

Because inside me, there is something that doesn't give up.

I do not want an anesthetized life. I want to feel it all: the rejection that hurts, the sadness that teaches, the joy that sometimes arrives unannounced.

I don't seek to fit in. I seek to be.

To be free even if it hurts, to be true to what I think and to what I feel, to be someone I am proud to live with.

I do not need to be understood by everyone.

Understanding myself is enough.

And even if I am still under construction, I mbrace every version of myself that rises.

Today I am not perfect. Today I have no peace.

Today I have no answers:

But I have something better: the will to keep going.

And that is enough.

[thesilenceroars]

It wasn’t anger.

It wasn’t sadness.

It was something more primitive.

Like everything inside twisting at once.

I didn’t want to think — I just had to let it out.

This… is what remained.