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They’ve gone silent
These voices in my head,
For the first time
I don’t remember what they said
Did their words dry up?
Or did my ears decide to not acknowledge them?
They’ve gone silent
I can hear myself think
Dissimilarity for the first time in years
Nothing is being said…
Drifting along,
Looking at everything around me
Searching for the one thing
That will make sense in
Everything that is senseless
Grasping at straws,
Because they looked promising
Only to find out they were
Empty vessels, noiseless drums
No resonance when you hit on them
Like the voices in my head,
They too have gone silent…
These drug's don't seem to work if anything
they just make things worse
Hopefully maybe these pill works better
than the one's you gave me before
I'll give them a try and I promise you will
be the 1st person I let know
If the voices in my head stick around or go
Otherwise I'll be right back 1st thing tomorrow
banging on your door
In another guise of myself asking for
something anything in order to please
make the voices in my head somehow stop
Because not a single thing any of the many
of them say makes any sense at all it's
predominantly 99 percent all illogical
nonsense
And if you have nothing else in your
locker I'll gladly take a placebo in it's
place
If it somehow in anyway gets me through
this here very day
And I'll worry about tomorrow when and
if those pesky old voices resonating inside
my head wake me up and with another
pounding headache as every other day
since and before
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
My brain pockets readily packed
Of finding my baby in the cracks
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
Through side roads, trees and shrubs
My rambling thoughts keep me awake
As I keep driving with the heartache
My eyes see all the neon and lights
Crying the sights of young girls of night
Along the highway to the northern hub
Bear let's roar of finding her cub
More young girls loiter here and there
And my heart a pounding in dis-pear
At truck stops and motels I see them
Dressed up barely, strutting their gems
Guilt overwhelms, as I think of my baby
Housed on who's streets without any safety
My foot presses the pedal now to eighty
It's full steam ahead to find my baby
I sing along to the voices in my head
And pray to god she doesn't turn up dead
connie pachecho
12/29/16
You say I'm strong.Here's a piece of my life's timeline,Only because you'll never see When I fall apart.This heart may be shattered but it was together. Soft edges hardened In such a short time! You call that strength? You don't see me cry at words you say.Not knowing what they mean.You call this strength - I don't rely on words from others.To keep me safe.Words don't mean anything.I have a backbone.I wipe the fog from the mirror, As steam covers my face Leaving me speechless knowing my mistakes, Breaking down as the doors locked music loud to drown the voices in my head, Nobody has to see.Driving myself crazier than words can speak. My shadows,I keep hidden from the light.These walls of steel and concrete Make me incomplete many miles on sore feet. A barrier it takes time to break.Life storyline will always chase me.I don't fear the dark it's what's in.Do you have strength to match me, No one has hpatience for me. Not to worried about the voices in my head my personality depends on what you do not what you think.Here I set in my on saluted so I might not hurt someone. Battles so loud uncontrollable swarming in my head, one says hide yourself the other won't place nice with others, Oh no Stella don't start shining right now. Theres enough crazy happening, I replied darn it voices you know what button's to push.Now go on hide somewhere be very quiet. Hell is coming and I am to
Sweet breeze of memory come blow the dust of time, that's settled in the conscience of a
sleeping mind,
Awaken long lost dreams that I had to put aside, arouse the ghost's of yetserday I buried
deep inside.
Sweep clear the ashes that have rested on the past, for it's time to take another look
among the shadows that were cast.
Sweet breze of memory blow the secrets clear, allow the voices in my head the chance for
me to hear.
Scatter all the seeds of doubt, that were planted long ago, harvest all the bad times,
don't let the heartache grow.
Sweet breeze of memory when I close my eyes I see, the time as come for me to say I truly
know of you I'm free.
Sweet breeze of memory be kind with what you call, for although I lived a crazy life, I
don't want to recall it all.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Too shallow, too fast.
Relax, focus.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Slow the mind, ease the thoughts.
Rampant emotion, unrequited fear.
Focus fool! And don’t forget to breathe.
Slow the mind, ease the thoughts.
My mind is slipping,
And in the back of my brain I feel it.
A door is open
And through said portal a parade is marching.
A hundred faces, with a thousand voices.
The murmuring in the back of the mind.
I’m not crazy! I can’t be insane…
Everyone I know feels this way.
But do they count?
The ones inside me?
The voices, not loud, but the soft whisperings?
It matters not! I can silence them, mostly.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Too shallow, too fast.
Relax, focus.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Stress
I’m just stressed, yes.
That is my issue, not the voices in my head.
I need a vacation, a day off from life.
That would help, I do believe.
But yesterday I had off…right?
And the murmurings still haunted me…
But I’m not crazy! I haven’t gone round the twist.
My sanity is intact; I know it exists.
My manic laughter in spite of misfortune,
The hysteria and ecstasy which I feel welling up,
They are not madness, I swear it!
It is just coping, I think.
Indeed! Coping.
I laugh so as not to cry,
And to let out some steam.
There is no harm in that.
Better to laugh than scream…?
Breathe in, breath out.
Deep and long.
Muffle the voices, I must stay strong.
Relax, focus.
I will pull through.
Failure is no option; too much depends on you.
Breathe in, breathe out.
I came with restless voices in my head,
And doubts that paced the borders of the room;
They named the brittle things I left unsaid,
And made the silence thicken into gloom.
Then all around me music caught its flame,
And dancers swung in circles round the floor;
Lamps softened my small and private blame,
While laughter rose—a bright, unbroken roar.
I watched the circling dancers as they turned,
Until the music entered through my feet;
The doubts I carried no longer returned,
And fell silent beneath the rolling beat.
The room swung wide; the rhythm filled the air,
Its mighty pulse outshone each private cry;
I had no thought to feed, no grief to bear,
Only stillness as dancers whirled by.
Amid the music’s storm, my spirit found its home;
I met a quiet place, and ceased to roam.
Celebrate with me
Party, party with me
We'll be free
With sunlit glee
Said the darling devil inside me...
Thinking of the so-called Angel...my hair was whipping to and fro in my own shell, but oh well - I'm happy to be in my own cell
Losing possibility and losing opportunity
To see you again...I'm a dirty trashman in distress - looking like hell
I'm like Alice that fell...
Into my imagination that can tell...(that is me, lonely in parties in someone else's home LOL)
I'm anything but perfect...
A neglected reject
More or less
Dismiss my distress
Let me express
My eustress
Color can be anything you want it to be
Voices in my head with colors blind me
Racism is really not rad and I'm not kidding...
So, don't just walk away because I'm white...
I'm fitting in with my own skin...stop belittling
Everyone with your stuck-up, prideful might
Societee sux
God's Kingdom, or soon-to-be rather, rules
Wisdom is for the wise and school is for fools
School system doesn't always teach good
Because, unfortunately, some are left misunderstood
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
I'm a little bit crazy
Sanity hasn't been found lately
Laughing uncontrollably at the unbelievable
The chaotic mess in my head is inconceivable
Stupid lights my fuse
Love tangles my noose
Every which way but loose
The inmates have control of this Asylum
The sugar cookies are already done
Lies made from gold
Dreams of hands so cold
Mind meld of the Vulcan sort
Remnants of sense in my Sanity Report
Randomness and self doubt has bad timing
Nightmares have no silver lining
Highest of highs and lowest of lows
Full throttle is the only way I know
Life smacks me in the face on the daily
Light is harder to find lately
Fear not only for the dark ahead
But for the laughs that come from the voices in my head
Laughs could mean the voices r happy
Unless it's evil like the clown named Slappy
Really, evil wasn't the intention
But I'm sure she is who I was going to mention
Things can get dicey when u can't see through the smoke
Some things left unsaid and hopefully nothing broke
Blah Blah Blah
Wah wah wah
Jokey joke joke
Make fun and poke
Maybe end it with a quote
"In ur mind is the only place wishes hold hope"
Maybe too................................real
Maybe too................................deep
Maybe too much from............inside
Maybe too much......................you
Exactly where I want to be ^
Risque, naughty, maybe shouldn't have
Don't worry, I won't tell anybody u liked it
But what if someone asks
I got it!
I'll just tell them....
It was just the ramblings of a poet