Dark space, too cold.
Then a flicker, a heartbeat.
I listen, but hear nothing,
Only noise, never a voice.
I open a door—I cry.
I open another—it makes me shiver.
One more, and it gives me hope,
Only to be stolen by thunder.
I shout as loud as I can,
Yet I'm drowned beneath the noise.
Every echo wears my name,
It's hard to tell which one is real.
Voice in my head,
I hear you when I'm sleeping and when walking,
but why must you do all this talking?
Do you really think it's right
to keep me up through the gloomy night?
And anyway, who the heck are you
to talk to me the way you do?
Are you a figment of my unconscious mind,
speaking to me so harshly and so unkind?
If you're the voices of my father or my mother,
I'd just as soon you pipe down or smother -
or perhaps, you, who have, me, harassed,
are voices from history, long past.
You speak to me in verbal hieroglyphs -
King Tut told you to tell me "jump off a cliff"?
I'm not impressed by your childish parlor stunts -
you know it's not polite to all speak at once -
like a bunch of inmates, fueling a riot.
Hear ME, voices - give me peace and quiet.
War
Brewing
On the verge
With one own self
Mirror tells no lies
Staring back in despair
Heart races with time in hope
The demon in me does not wake
From the deep slumber of my conscience
Breaking the shackles of my remorse
To prey on the less suspecting
And rejoice at their anguish
Avenging every scar
Inflicted on me
And returning
To dust; Yields -
To death;
Peace.
Inexplicably silent in choir
being unusually quiet
not a word from me was heard
neither spoken nor sung
so as not to cause a riot
when jibes bad vibes at me were slung
and I was asked, 'Cat got your tongue?'
I replied, 'Here's the thing,
really and truly, I cannot sing,
it's been this way for all my years,
whatever it is I appear to hear,
and between my ears to me audibly sits,
tho' quite right there, when on the tongue's tip,
it's not the same music my mouth emits.'
It says - seize the day
Enticing me to go astray
You only live once, why not live more
As I dash off to a hasty decision
A gap - as the mind processes
For a common ground
Yet I did, against all odds
Blurted out those words, drawn are swords.
In the rear
Mocking sounds I hear
"I warned you", it sneered
With cruel disdain.
Those little voices
Leads you to bad choices.
I was once taught it was crazy (at least that’s what my Psychology professor said) for a person…any person…to hear voices in their head.
I understand the lesson my psychology professor was conveying…but I also know it all depends on what those voices might be saying.
I hear the voices of my parents as they were helping me to grow…I hear the voices of our children and grandchildren from not so long ago.
I hear the voices of my family as we celebrate a special day…I hear the voices of many a friend whom I’ve met along the way.
Some voices I hear help guide me…as they were meant to do…other voices, quite simply, I just love to listen to.
Whether these voices are giving me counsel…or allowing me sweet reveries…they have become my sense of right and wrong as well as a link to my memories.
Listening to these voices I’ve learned the world is not as black and white as my psychology professor said…
and that you don’t have to be crazy…
to hear voices in your head.
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
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
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.
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!"
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;
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
Little voices in my head
They tell me
Something's wrong
They tell me
I shouldn't trust you
Why do these
Little voices
Pass judgment so quickly
Some don't even know you
I don't even know you
Yet these
Little voices in my head
Tell me to sleep with one eye open
They won't tell me why
All I know is what you tell me
And these little voices in my head
-2007
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
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