Voices (Part 1)

They come after me again,

As drops of water come from the sky,

With my head fighting a war,

All but a red substance and a lot of gore.

Much to explain, much to say,

But it’s better if everything is gray.

In my head nothing is bright,

As the scene turns as dark and lonely like the night.

But I’m not done yet, with all my choices,

How did I end of here, with all the VOICES.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a bit confusing but I kind of just had it in my head.

All alone All along

like porcelain shavings

her skin began to crack

like a feather floating on thin air

she's losing strands of silken hair


the mirror spits back 

all the qualities in which we lack

like needles in our eyes

poisoned with vain lies


she savored the quiet moments 

devoid of conversation 

the sound of still breathing

the footsteps that followed him leaving.


the closer I feel

the further you fade

the more I crave

the less you feed

so I chose not to need 

a single thing..


will there ever be a solid bridge built to cross..?

a river below, to toss our fears away...

voices muffled, as she sank deeper

yet no hand reaches.

sunshine streaks through the surface

the only warmth you'll get

engulfed in cold fluids

& a heart weighed down by loves disillusions---

many reminders of what could have been..


all alone

she knew it all along..

Author's Notes/Comments: 


Bellla Vox, Bella Voce

Bella Vox, Bella Voce

Bella Vox, Bella Voce

Beautiful Voice, Beautiful Voices

I say to you;

Beware your friends more than your foes.

Love your foes more than your friends.

For a once lush valley,

May grow a blanket of thorns seven-fold;

Surprising and strangling you in it's grasp.


While the night, 

May get no darker than Midnight.


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Nubean Scripets

Just a thought!

Have you ever been attacked by Nubean Scripets,

the ones that invade your head?

They pass through your brain, in silent whispers,

tiny screams, till you wish you were dead.

They come and they go as apparition spirits

flashing death or something unkind

Twisting and turning to possess every thought

Laying waste to a fragile mind

Seizing all memory, they change for effect,

You resist, in a moment of repeal

You swallow some water, choking down Xanax,

There's a calm, it all seems so surreal.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

"Nubean Scripets"   my new words......my diagnosis for ailment'Tongue Out.....seeing or hearing things'


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Black Cactus

In the desert for a week straight

dealing with the dead

a cemetary of lead filled strangers

horizantally dirt deep


That's when the water ran out

and the mind is fickle, friend

No oasis in this crisis

just a pale faced lot of fools


The others soon realized the end

was going to come sooner than later

and made peace with a peacemaker

or cat called the revolver's howl


I simply took to walking and weaving

in and out of cacti and tumble weed's disguise

I skipped past a mountain of lizards congregating

in top hat attire debating Tolstoy


Wolves came to collect me by dusk

but I walked with them for a spell

to quell the ambition and rumbling of

furry stomachs that whisper


I asked if they've lived here long

and what the neighborhood was like,

Much Crime? Land Value? Good Schools?

The smarter of the pack pursued me


Equippng a monacle he went into linguistics

going on to point out my tresspass

and the meanderings here were unsettling,

I raced on all fours in that case


"Try by the moon", the armadillo spat

"Try by the moon to be in tune with direction

less we now all forget that nature can detect you"

I raced still in nightfall guided by his words


I spy the soul of the desert in the nightsky

drowning stagnant feelings in adventure,

leading cowards to a cold grave

and embossing me in stasis


I'll run this race forever




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Ghost whispers

Ghost whispers
I hear the whispers of a dead man, lurking in the distance.
He is condemned between this world and the next.
Froze in the realm of time, this is the punishment for his crime.
Cursed with immortality, for his soul can never rest.
He is forced to hide in the shadows of darkness, looking for a medium to put his soul to rest.
Stuck in a place where there’s no smell, no touch nor taste.
The voices are clearly from the dead.
Now I ask myself, do I hear the voices or is it all in my head.

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My Friend

In my head
No need to dread
Because you’re near
When I have a fear
When I need you
You’re right on cue
Because you’re here
Within my ear

You talk to me
When they all flee
You are my friend
Right to the end
You are so small
So easy to haul
But you can’t hide
Because you’re inside

No, you can’t run
Me you can’t shun
I know you’re here
Behind my tear
We are together
Most likely forever
So sit back and relax
Cause these are the facts

There’s no doubt
That I would pout
If you were silent
I may get violent
Let’s not try that
Let’s just chat
You have no choice
You are my voice

You don’t care
That I don’t share
My friends with you
And they have no clue
You pay respect
When I show intellect
Yes you stay quiet
So they don’t riot

They think I am crazy
That my head is hazy
But they’re just jealous
That I am overzealous
They just cannot see
My friend inside me
They just don’t believe
So of me they misconceive

No I don’t need a jacket
I don’t cause a racket
No need for a padded room
Cause I didn’t eat a ‘shroom
My friend is really here
Right inside my ear
If you listen close
You will see I’m misdiagnosed

No I don’t have an ache
That pill I don’t want to take
Please un-strap us
I promise we won’t fuss
We’ll be quiet little mice
If you don’t use that device
Please leave us be
Just set us free

*Change of tone*

My friend is gone
From me she withdrawn
I think it’s because we got ill
When the doc gave us that pill
Now I’m all alone
In this great wide world unknown
No voices do I hear
No voices within my ear

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Oct. 5, 2011

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Set Free The Voices


Do you hear the voices singing?
The poppies growing?
The lost are calling,
For freedom.

Set us free.
Let us glide on the whistling wind,
Let us fly with the strong-willed lark,
Let us dance with the clouds
That soar so high,
Let us wonder,
Let us lie.

Do you hear the voices calling?
Lost in the soft-blowing wind,
A river of air,
Catching us,
Lifting us,
Set us free.

Let the song's words come,
Let it flow through your soul,
Let it swell in your heart,
Lift up your mind.
Sing the song of the free.

Set free the voices
That dance and sing,
Set free the voices
That lash and sting,
Set free the voices,
The voices...
Set us free.

Let the sky fall
And the rivers soar.
Let the ground lift,
Behold the galore.
Set us free.
Set us free,
As we have set you free,
As we have fought,
As we have died,
Set us free.

We are the voices of the lost,
The ones who soar,
Who've heard the gunshots
And seen the death-cries.
The ones you remember,
Nameless, though we are.

Set us free.
Let us breath the air of a cold, crisp night,
Let us feel the warmth of the sun once again,
Let us say goodbye,
A last farewell,
Let us glide,
Let the world be well,
Let the war have been fought,
Let it not be fought now,
Let the drums be silent
And the screams be soothed,
Let the pain ebb away
Forever more.

Set us free.
As your sharp glare softens,
As you watch us glide the wind,
As you wonder in amazement,
As a tear drips down,
Let us be free.

The war is over.
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Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this for Remembrance Day. Hope you like it.

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Whispering Insanity

These deadly words that no one hears, loudly hissing through my tears

Whispering inside my ears and ringing through my head

The lies they moan and tell to me, I fall for them so shamefully,

No one knows what I foresee, but no one ever cares

Trapped inside my bed room walls, limply to my knees, I fall

The voices taunt me as I crawl, the voices mock my pain

Some whisper to me words to soothe, their blistered tongues so deadly smooth

Its hypnotic drug I always choose, but the drug is ever deadly

Can no one feel my agony, see the nightmares that I see?

The voices are controlling me, and that's why I must die

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem has the same layout as Ivory Fields does, and I know a lot of people like that poem, so I used the same sort of pattern and rhythm for this one. This poem is for you, James! Though you aren't insane...

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