voices
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she kept walking away
from all the noise
trying,
for just one second
to give her head a
moment of silence.
but the problem arose
time and time again,
Fear,
Find the ones that you hold dear.
Fear,
Keep them safe for I am near.
Fear,
You are the useless broken seer.
Hate,
The voices in my head
they take over and push me to the point.
They tell me I am not good enough.
That I am just messing up.
Every step I take is a mistake.
Every word, a lie.
The voices in my head
A thousand eyelids fluttering in the dim light
Millions of whispers piled deep into my head
Screeching and yellingLaughing and tauntingIn my head,It's loud and noisyScatter thoughtsAnd tear stai
Rest in peace:
To the person no one recognizes,
Dying a death, a lonely death.
Rest in peace:
To the skinny girl in Africa;
The starving didn't get to her as fast as the AIDS.
Rest in peace:
Dear Inner Voice,
It’s been years
Since you’ve been here
Reminding me of my fears
That was made clear
Now you’re back
Ready to attack
My sanity
And create calamity
I'd rather set myself on fire
Then listen to you anymore
I'd rather burn and scream in hot agony
Then sit in silence feeling the opposite pain within
O'er the mountain,
Under gray sky,
An eagle calls,
I hear his cry.
O'er the mountain,
Doves mourn and cry,
Sit and listen,
As they all sigh.
Sitting in class with my Victoria Secret perfume of Temptation and in my new letterman jacket.
I’m on the honor roll, valen victorian of my class, and engaged, not in some ostensible straitjacket.
Mommy, look at me, look what I can do.Say any word and I'll spell it, I'm smart just like you.
I'm sorry I was bad. You hate me? Is that true?I promise I'll be better, Mommy, tell me what to do.
I know the pain
Of losing someone close.
I know the pain
Of losing a family.
I know the pain
Of losing faith.
My pain has a name.
She comes in four.
The wind is blowing
cuts like knives throuw my soul
This pain in my heart
hurts more than the world will know
Voices in my head
whisper light as a feather
It'll take a little time
It’s against the rules to bawl here. Not because someone said it, not because it would hurt anything. Just don’t cry. It’s that simple. Just don’t feel. Quit it.
I’m not much of a poet
But then other times I think
Maybe I am if
Only in some ways
In a rush or a trickle
When I least expect them to
Words have a way of
Flying from my hands
One step to the left and,
Already dead
I pull-poked the wonderings out of my head.
They slimed and they slithered
Into the pool
To recreate moments of frivolous drool
That deemed little merit
I'm sitting here.
Again I'm alone.
I'm trying to escape
Escape from the hurtful words and the voices in my head.
My headphones are on and my music is up.
Here I sit.
I'm by myself.
Voices , Voices and complete silence
Death is everywhere..
Children are dying
Mothers are being slaughtered
But!!
Whats it to you ??
Why are you concerned??
They don't matter...
Everyone has at least one
A voice in their head
Some have multiple
Some have good ones
Some not so good
The ones that encourage them
The ones that put them down
The ones that inspire change
She stands there
Staring at the mirror
Multiple thoughts race through her head
The voices tell at her
They put her down
She starts to cry
She looks in the mirror
She can't recognize this person
A worn out face stares through the fog,
forgotten voices fill her head.
The dripping of the constant rain,
diminishes the never ending pain.
Two dim lights finally appear,
I hear voices you see,
They talk to me you know?
They are all diferent sets of me.
Some scream.
Some mumble.
One keeps going lalala.
But the biggest voice,
He likes to coo,
Gently,
Insecurities unfold all around us
Everyone’s walking around like their aimless
No one shows their true colors
Everyone only judges, why bother
Afraid to show the world
In fear of acceptance
Oct 15
It's loud, and then quiet. Calm followed by chaos. Too often I'll hear it, and chase after it.
Seven o'clock I walk Into the doors of my high school, my black high school
Where People do whatever it takes to be considered cool
I walk into the bathroom choking from the smoke
Uhg I hate this school I complain daily
Life can be tough and people acknowledge that
But they don't realize how much I hide
Behind my curtain of lies
They see my shining smile and happy step
But all I feel is depressed and lonely
Bump in the night,
a forgiven fright,
but so easily mistaken,
for ones so often taken.
Things unseen,
Things unheard,
Things that most certainly unnerve,
Scream my name
I have an innovative mind
One with many characters and personalities
My friends are imaginary, a figment of my dreams
They come alive as I write on the pages inside a blank notebook of my alter worlds.
Behind this curtain I stand
Holding my hands out
Palms up
Asking silently for help
But the words won’t escape my lips
And the thought of asking slips my mind
As the curtain rises.
I am sweet and innocent and a little too sad
I've got lots of problems because of my drug addict dad
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE GREATEST
PEOPLE THOUGHT YOU WERE THE FAKIEST
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE POWERLESS
COWARD LESS
BRAVE NESS
YOUR CHEST FEELS LIKE ITS ABOUT TO CAVE IN
THE TIME WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PRETTIEST
THE...
Everybody wants to be heard, but nobody wants to listen
I'm no poet myself, I'm just a student with a vision
to one day be known as an inspiration to many
not be tossed down the ground like an old, copper penny
I didn't understand why girls would cry because their bodies never mesmerized a boy's eyes
I didn't understand why the wrists were slit on my friends thin arms
I, ego, none of these is
YOU ARE WHAT I SAY
cogito ergo sum,
NO
Multi ergo sunt
My hands warp and writhe
Fabricated conspiricies consume my mind
Sinister notions deafen my perceptions
What lurks in the corner what will i find?
Misfortune haunts my core
It is something that i adore
Faces gleam in empty windowpanes
Pressed against the glass,
Glued, judging, watching as they invaded the domain
Their domain.
The hospital.
Shivers coursed down the visitor’s spine,
Walls whisper as tears hit soaked pillows, a loud voice from deep inside screams as hearts are racing.
A mind can do so much,
Think , do, and feel every touch.
We know how much good it can do,
But oh how much bad it can put us through.
Leads our hearts astray in sin,
Tells us we need things that we don't,
Under the bleak street lights,
Eerie aspirations of Ghosts waiting silently in the fading light.
Their voices quietly escaping into the back of my mind which is gaping.
Carrying their inaudible plight not mistaking,
Sad to say
To my dismay
I waste away my day
Trying to find the words to say
To make you stay
But my silence just pushes you away.
So here I am instead
Laying here in bed
They hiss,
They scream,
Sometimes lower
Than a whisper,
Other times louder than
A foghorn.
Since childhood they
Have haunted his
Mind.
They are difficult to handle
They fill us up with lies
They pull down the blinds
And are the cause
Of our sad demise
These voices and their venom
Slowly poison us to death
And in time we become
If you could see what I hear it would make you laugh some times and othes live in fear..........Some times it's qiet and so serean and others the voices are deafening......I try to block them out with drugs and alcohol but that only helps for awhi
I write because
Actions can never completely suffice.
We are to control ourselves
But there is a war raging within me.
I hear you, your voice is so faint. You’re invisible to my eyes.
Searching for you, I question why? Answers almost grasped.
stop crying. stop crying.
that's a lesson you learn from dying.
it's nothing, it's okay.
i'm just gradually going insane.
but it's alright.
I'll cross my t's and dot my i's
and everything will be fine.
Can’t sleep, can’t think
Voices plaguing me.
Screaming, barely coherent, whispering, can’tmakeoutthewords.
Won’t let me be.
Can’t run away, going crazy.
Day by day.
Followavoiceitmakesnosense
Sing me to sleep?
Like how you do in my thoughts.
Sing me to the land where nothing ever hurts.
Where everything is right, and where it should be.
Sing me to a place where it's just you and me.
Mind in pieces; never in peace
She can only breathe
Silence is a virtue
Since inside her mind
There are screams
Avalanches fall like dominoes
She is the only one who knows
You know you’re a horrible person.
Your walls won’t let you forget.
Closing in, I’m sorry dear.
These are the things you don’t want to hear.
But walls have voices and ears to listen.
There are Voices.
In my head
In my heart
Around me.
Voices-
Degrade me
Humiliate me
Hurt me
Accuse me of my
Worthlessness,
Incompetence,
Make me feel like SHIT,
usually
You're not good enough
And you never will be
You're ugly
You're too fat
No one will ever like you
Because you're fat
You're too skinny
You will never look like her
I have a voice.
I have a voice that often toys with the idea of being loud,
and like chips ahoy, which turned out to be cookies instead of chips,
I’d expose my past shyness as simply a decoy.
What is the purpose of having a voice that we are too afraid to use
What is the point of speaking out loud
When our words are not worthy to be heard
How can we complain About the state of human life
