Best Voices In My Head Poems
I see things in my dreams
Aliens then screams
Government, terrorists, spies
Ghosts, ghouls, monsters, lies
They are coming in my sleep
I can’t scream, not a peep
Fireants in my brain
My voices make it plain
Life isn’t as it seems
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified
Locked my heart threw away the key
Locked it up so they can’t see
Its breaking loose
Can’t set it free
Can’t keep it close
Can’t let it be
I try to find my sanity
But somehow that’s just not me
My brain thinks differently
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified
Others see a different world
Without the fear of dreams unfurled
Broken hearts, shattered screams
My insanity becomes a reality
That only I can see
My reality is the insanity
Deep inside of me
Until I set it free
I will never see with clarity
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
But maybe that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m terrified
I just gotta set it free
I just gotta be me
The world wants me to hide
They just gotta realize
That I am truly crazy
And really that’s just me
I am finally set free
To find my sanity
In insanity
I ain’t gonna lie
I got problems
Don’t deny
Should be locked up
Outta my mind
I know I’m crazy
And I know that’s just me
Don’t judge me by the outside
See inside I’m finally alive
I pretended to be sleeping, .... through long hours of the night
Across the milky-way, you slept, 'til dark became the light
I could hear your quiet breathing, .... in the rekindling of dawn
sighing empty words we never said, just the rustle of the bed
where I pretended to be sleeping,
buried deep, in pillows weeping
Knowing you were close, beside me,
...pretending something, too
The night was dark and lonely, as cold as two hearts grieving
Exhausted love, that could not sleep, is weary love that we can't keep
A love that's running out of breath,
is brushing death too soon...
I pretended to be sleeping, but could hear my own heart breaking....
I stayed awake to hear your breath,
But now, afraid of footsteps leaving
A branch against the window glass, is scratching to come in
As if to pry, the words, "goodbye", that is carried in the wind
I pretended to be sleeping, but, I can't ignore the sunrise
The day arrives, without disguise, I must face it now, and ask it why?
You have turned your back, as if to hide
Pretending something too....
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For Debbie's Contest: Songs to Poetry
"I Can't Make You Love Me, If You Don't" by Bonnie Rait
("Turn down the lights, turn down the bed, turn down the voice in my head...inspired the turning a back on love)
Silence
no pain -
Inside the eye
of a tornado,
my hallucinations
Is this death?
So bury me quickly
free me from this nightmare
Thoughts no one hears
The voices in my head
slowly creeps in
A cheerful parade
a choir of angels
I guess
And for a moment I believe
this is the end
I have to be strong
and escape from this dream
In the glow of a silver star
The voice is still there
... and it's yours, my dear
02.12.2018
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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The voices in my head spake thus:
"Pray heed a word from all of us
should what we prate to you make sense
as host we deem you somewhat dense
'Tis folly to believe we're real
to banish us would be ideal
we're products of your fantasy,
your own authentic fallacy
We're sexless; neither gents nor dames
pray brand us not with human names.
as playmates we have little worth
we're in your head, not human-birthed
Engage us not in dialogue
stick to one-sided monologue
our sole aim is to multiply
we're occupied, hence no reply
We find you're too inquisitive
and may we say insensitive
to eavesdrop, as you are inclined
(pardon the pun) where you've no mind
And now, dear host, we beg of thee
for some degree of privacy
scant your right to our domain
seek elsewhere to be entertained."
Voices in my head are telling me I'm worthless
Depression is telling me to overdose again as I don't have a purpose
Anxiety tells me to stop blaming him when I'm nervous
The voices in my head are telling me I'm worthless
I talk to myself, or maybe my Bipolar disorder, Anxiety and depression are talking
I try to smile, so people can't see them when I'm walking
But they come out for the world to see from time to time
I can keep it hidden for so long, but eventually I look crazy to most peoples minds
I just want a 24 hour period without any mental illness weighing me down
Weight of the world on my shoulders, how can you expect me to not go off the scale?
Depression has a control of me, but I try playing it down
It's difficult to trust when people only show you betrayal
I don't even like myself
My parents picking drink over me, left me feeling worthless
I attack depression but you just see me fight myself
When I'm alone I'm uncomfortable, when i'm in danger is the only time I'm not nervous
Not sure if I fell in love with pain or if I got used to the feeling
The pain was so addictive, Self-harm became my way of healing
I've made it further than expected, but I've got a long way to go
Will I make it to the end? I really don't know
Voices in my head are telling me I'm worthless
Depression is telling me to overdose again as I don't have a purpose
Anxiety tells me to stop blaming him when I'm nervous
The voices in my head are telling me I'm worthless
Did I tell you, I hear voices in my head,
“Kill, kill,” I think that’s what they said.
Spoke to my therapist but then she disappeared,
Police questioned me, which I found weird.
She’d been stabbed sixty times outside her front door,
They called me in again and questioned me some more.
That morning I woke covered in blood
I buried the evidence near the marsh, in the mud
I sat at home, the voices loud in my head,
As the news report said now one hundred women dead.
The voices etching the same word like a razor sharp quill,
In my brain, “Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill.”
I need fresh air, on this lovely, hot summer’s night
But I find I’m standing behind the couch, watching you in plain site
Turn around, look, you’ll see me with a knife
Watch closely while I slowly take away your life…
See you soon
Voices in my head
I hear them;
Like I used to when I was young.
Fought so hard to switch them off
Now!
i am getting older they are coming back like whispers.
These voices tell me what to write.
I wish I had some choice.
I hear them.
I want them to stop!
My friends call it a gift
O I wish they knew that i hear voices in my head.
These voices tell me what to write
Sometimes i fight not to write
For more than 13 years i waged war against these voices.
I said no more to them, before people mistaken it for lunacy
I hear them
Slowly they are becoming part of me, because never will i allow them to take hold of me or to steal away my sanity that I won’t stand for.
I hear them,
telling me what to write
Stop! Somebody pray for me
These voices are tickling my brain
I want to scratch them off
How do i do that without losing myself
These voices are slowly becoming part of me
I hear voices in my head.
They are telling me to write
Written by
Tawona Mzila Ranganawa
I'm having trouble with
The voices in my head
While I speak simple english
They speak fluent french
So I never really know
Just what is being said
Which makes it hard to understand
The voices in my head
I never know exactly
What it is that I should say
Did I arrive at the conversation early
Or am I much to late
Either way I hate to make
The voices sit and wait
While I pull out my French-English Dictionary
And flip through every page
So now every Tuesday
Since Tuesday last
I have been preparing
By taking a French class
So I'll be at the ready
To give an answer back
In case the voices in my head
Ever feel the need to ask
Cheap; Raunchy; Absentee; Tempted to kill; With uses limited to exploitation; Not really them; Some unknown thing; Testing different amounts of pressure; Looking for the right amount; Neon colors; Neon gas; Visibility; The curvature of the earth;
Suddenly a voice appears
I hear it in my mind,
within my head not in my ears
not of the normal kind.
But it is clear as any voice
as far as I can tell
and speaks within my inner self
of things I have to tell.
But making others listen
is a task I have to bear,
for it's me who is the medium
and their words I have to share.
As feelings, thoughts and pictures
mix with words within my mind
I know to whom they’re speaking
and the one I have to find.
So I then bring through the person
whose earthly life has past
to the friend who really miss them
since their body breathed its last.
Bringing very personal memories
to confirm they are their friend
with several words of comfort
to prove death is not the end.
When their meeting’s finally over
I know both have been set free
from the sharpest edge of grieving
for the friend they'd never see.
Whichever's your religion
or whatever your belief
it's not knowing if death's final
that intensifies your grief.
But when a friend who knows you
gives you proof death's not the end
you'll then know life's just a journey
for you’ve shared it with your friend.
But I am just the medium
who hears voices in my head,
the proof and understanding
you'll get only from the 'dead'.
Ivor G Davies
Silliness reigns in my heart today
Need to share it, that's pretty plain
Everything seems to be coming my way
Must be in the oncoming lane
This one seems quite appropriate today
Never die for your beliefs
There's a good chance you could be wrong
It's over, no chance for reprise
They say “he who laughs last laughs best”
I say that “he” just didn't get it
Constipated people just don't give a crap
Pretty uptight you could bet on it
The sex we had last night was so good
Even the neighbours lit a cigarette
Now that's so utterly ridiculous my friends
Had their ears against the wall, I bet
You're just jealous coz those voices I hear
Have chosen to speak only to me
Happiness is having a very close-knit family
Permanently residing in another city
Okay enough, is enough, is enough
Well just one more, then promise to end it
To tell the truth I don't suffer from insanity
I enjoy every damn minute of it
© Jack Ellison 2013
They are always there,
shouting, screaming telling me
to hurt you telling me I
cant trust you because
you are the one who put me through
all this pain all this hate
all these issues my mind
is telling me some horrible things like kill, hurt, repay.
its seeking revenge but my heart is
ready to mend
all these broken pieces inside
that I'm trying to hide so people don't think I'm
weak wont push me around wont see defeat
in my eyes in my soul I'm ready to let go but your lurking in the shadows
always there in my dreams I cant sleep
I cant eat
I'm ready to accept defeat
but god has different plans
plans for me to prosper there are other people out there
and things that they can offer
a new home a new life time for things to go right
but every time there's something holding me back
I cant see to stay on track
forgive but not forget all this its making me sick
so I sit back and listen to the voices in my head
and they all say you'd better of dead
Ah yes, the calm before the storm is brewing, looking outside to see the clouds. As they shift back and forth I see the calm before the storm, and that explains it.
That's why things were not working out right, and I felt restless, the syndrome has occurred.
It's not that I didn't or I couldn't anymore. Rest assured all is calm before a typhoon hits and washes out to sea all those left outside. Am I the only one left? Hello, is there anybody there? Or is it just the voices in my head?
Consequences come hard, and we have to face them. It might not look like it we have consequences from our actions, but we do.
There is an agreement made, binding and limiting our movement. Which enable us powerless, powerless to stop the flow.
The mighty river rages and the sea sprays up foam, and yet none to calm her down. Voices in my head.
Blow wind blow, heap a head full of coals upon them. Let them know they are in for the fight of their lives. You'd better bring your A game, this one might knock you out. I can hear the countdown, " 1, 2, 3" and finally, "you're out!"
Voices traverse the medians of my head
or, at least they used to...I thought I didn’t
always like what they had to say...at least
they said something that was interesting
I forgot what I was supposed to remember
a while back, I took my dog shopping only
I didn’t find what I was looking for because
nothing is exactly where we left it, there
is an illusion that it is the same yet I have
no proof and I am always seeking proof
what I see with my eyes I no longer consider
proof of anything out of the ordinary
would I recognize it if I could see it?
Squinty eyes makes the world a different
flavor of perception perhaps sweet, nooooo,
perhaps savory is the best selection of all
Would you know if savory was really
Sweet Heart to thine own self be true
no selflessness, no selfishness, only to
thine own self be true.
I think it’s time to come up with a new rhyme
It might take longer but I’ll make the time
I’ve been drawn and quartered, I’ve been torn apart
By my thoughts, my feelings, and importantly my heart
The thoughts inside me haunt me from bottom to top
The voices keep me awake and don’t know when to stop
I use to use my body for help, but together we failed
My thoughts and feelings were challenged and my sanity derailed
Happiness is always on my lips and forever on my brain
But how can one be happy if their thoughts make them insane
The one in the mirror, you can see pools of dread
She makes you believe it’s better to be dead
I want to shatter her words by breaking the glass into shards
She makes me believe pleasure is not in my cards
I just want to yell, to cry, to shout, to scream
Do you see that I want this nightmare to end and be only a dream
I’ll take the pills if they make me stable
I’ll tell others my worries, I’ll lay my cards on the table
I’m learning to reveal my secrets, my world, what I go through day to day
I’m learning to have help to chase all the demons away
This is not the end, it’s not goodbye
I will soon look in that mirror and see the gleam in her eye