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Julia Brown Jan 2011
Oh, voice in my head,
Ever so loud
Ever so soothing
I just wish
You weren't so confusing

Voice in my head,
You listen,
Sometimes comprehending
You Speak many words
But they don't make sense

Voice in my head,
You take me for granted,
One day you say to me
That you sympathize
And the next,
Yesterday never did exist...

Voice in my head,
You are my comfort
As I slowly go insane
Yet despite the numbness
I lie awake in agony
For knowledge that the solace you give
Is nothing more
Than my mind playing games

Voice in my head
You tell me
What you want me to hear
You say
What you want to say
But never say
What I need to hear

Voice in my head,
I believe it all
For you say it's true
Despite the inconsistencies

Voice in my head,
I question it all,
You never say if it's real
And I wonder
What the difference is
Between truth and reality

Voice in my head,
I really don't know why I bother
To try and please you
Without any return
It's something I wish you'd appreciate
Something I wish you'd clearly see

Voice in my head
Sometimes I feel like I want to hit you
Other times I feel like I want to hug you
But all the time I need you
If only you needed me in kind.
**Written 8/6/10**
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Julia Brown Jan 2011
Rain pours down on the window
tip tap, tip tap, tip tap
The bluebird sings a mournful song
The squirrel chatters sorrowful encouragement
The wind whistles in grief
All is silent.

The rain clouds break into a beautiful sunrise
Beautiful songs of unison emerge from above
The angels of heaven above
Sing their never ending song of joy
For the spirits of the departed
Have risen from the dead
And united with the Holy Savior
In loving memory of Tony Brown
**Written 1/22/08**
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Julia Brown Jan 2011
Little bird, Little bird! Little bird in the dirt
Fly away, Fly away! Fly away and be free
Fly to the Lord, fly to the heavens and rejoice!
Escape the clutches of hatred,
Embrace the never ending hope!

Oh little bird,
Evade the curse of fear,
Find yourself a blessing,
Halt the pain and suffering,
Fly toward the heavens,
And be in a better place!

Oh little bird,
Do not be afraid,
The Lord has called you there,
He will be your guide,
Abandon you He won’t
For He is the Holy Savior!
And you shall live on after death,
With the Lord forever and ever!
In loving memory of Tony Brown
**Written 1/20/08**
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Julia Brown Jan 2011
Showing translucent and pure charity,

His kindness is hence often called surreal.

With friend and enemy in parity,

Utter selflessness he will not repeal.



Exhibiting only daft pretension,

He is one enraptured by self-caring.

One to harm another for attention,

But in self-survival never daring.



In this universal reality,

He is these both and these neither within,

Glorifying unseen morality,

Enveloped by demonic fires of sin,



Giving it all and taking what he can,

Passionate and deceiving, he is man.
**Written 1/8/11**
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Julia Brown Jan 2011
A fire burns,
It crackles
And spits
I am charred by the embers

It dies down,
Leaving scars
As it utters its last ember
And whispers its final.

Yet the dense smoke lingers,
The aftermath
That consumes me
In it I wander,
Lost...aimless...
Helpless...hollow...
Alone.

The air,
It is thick, heavy,
Cold, brittle
It collapses unto me,
And pain lashes its despicable fury
Like the black fires of hell

And there I lay
In tears
In pain
In confusion
In self-loss
With no shoulder to cry on,
No human mind to understand
But my own.
**Written 12/15/09**
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Julia Brown Jan 2011
I try and I try and I try
My dreams higher and higher as I go
I bleed and I ache and I cry
And no matter the amount
I work and I weather and toil
Nothing ever working out

Desperately,
I hope and I pray all the while

I take a look in the mirror and cry
What do I see
But a girl whose dreams
Have been all but crushed
All thats left of me
A phantom of the person I once knew
Whose valleys and crevices and canyons
Remain from the tears that crash down from my eyes

And whose gaunt, exhausted features
Result from the death I endure each time I wake

I try and I cry and endure
Told to do what I want
But how am I free
When I'm trapped
In this prison I call home?
No rhythm, no rhyme, nor reason
All I can do is sit in misery

But whether its money or time or luck
I know the darkness isn't mine to cause
And yet to the pits of insanity I go
And as I slip
I feel the fault's mine to keep

Can anybody find me?
Alone and cold and trapped and lost,
Is there a way to get out of this labyrinth?
Why am I here
If all I do is survive?
Give me my life back
I just wanna be free!
**Written 1/23/11**
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