I have those voices inside me to hold on you!
Those Voice to keep faith of my feeling in what I can't see in front of me!
In keeping those kindles of passion ignited!

The Norms of Human... Life...Logic... are haunting my tired eyes with ill thoughts seducing me to close my eyes!... to turn my soul to places of silence, places of white papers without words....!

I'm becoming Part of Nothing!!!....Except... Part of the World of You!

What is the measure of a soft touch
& one you want so very much?

It's a satellite orbiting my skin
sanding out the flaws,
buffing it to perfection,
helping with our direction
a sugary confection,

It's whatever you say it is,
In a **** deep voice
against a feeling bone,
one who's so accident prone
taking all seeds I've sewn
oh those winds have blown,

and its when I'm alive
It's how we thrive
like when an orchid blooms
adapting to the core changes,
the smell of that perfume,
an intoxicating waif
a drowning plume,
standing strong
where I belong,
in the shining summer sun
a tantalizing sweet
& such a lovely treat,

unrequited & uninvited
haunting & wanting
in a ghost town,
where you take care
of needs
measured in your helpful deeds,
those rugged hands
are taunting,
& in those selfless demands
I feel a fire
please take me higher
I'm begging
& on my knees
oh hear my pleas
I burn here in desire,

Yes I'd give in
It's not committing sin
I'd tell myself,
as a love strong
door opens,
& we begin.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

Your eyes looked like
you'd never want to leave,
Your hands seemed to be
crafting something beautiful,
something, something
like the breath of a shadow,
the hope you'd decide to stay,
but now it is me, not you
that wants to roam away.

Why have you not left yet?
I've heard that when you
combine my fading heartbeat
with the tears parading down my face,
a haunting melody is produced...
I swear to God, it's your favourite song
and you keep abusing the replay button,
but you still don't know me.

The heart inhabiting my chest
is not my own,
I'm sorry but it had to be done,
I can't love you darling,
I've borrowed someone else's heart,
traded my softness for something
twice as hard.

I hear her heart haunting these halls.
Roaming throughout, she echoes moans of mediocrity.
Portraits painted over, but I still seem to see her smile seep through.
Wails like whispers in my ears;

“I don’t think this is working, I’m seeing someone else.”

Daggers digging down to drive out these demons.
A rush of red comes to the surface; drowns out the quiet.
Scar these halls with scarlet.
Blare out her broken beat.

Often 'tis not what is said
But that which remains unsaid
That so much more can convey,
More than any words can say;
That can cause the most regret,
Can reverberate long yet.

Suicidal tenencies follow me around,
I felt it so strong once that I took enough pills that my body started to drown.
I felt it again enough to make me hang from a rope, but still here I am, and I have no more hope.

A song that kept me going, "hold on until May"
I told myself that twenty times a day,
and when May came there was nothing else to hold on for,
So I held on to the rope, and tried to let it all go.

That song still haunts me to this day,
Every time I hear it I cry endlessly.
Time doesn't heal things.

they beckon me
they whisper as I sleep
touch my shoulder
with unseen fingers
sending waves of dead static through my soul
the after
the in-between
the remaining energy
reaching for some connection
to their mortal coil
they find solace in my belief
a ground for their whispering pulse
the remnants of a soul once lived
the static that refuses to leave
completely

My house is filled with ghosts,
That only I can see,
I try to tell my mother,
But she laughs at me.

They haunt my every step,
Whispering past events,
telling me their stories,
Filling me with worries.

I lay in bed at night,
Full of anxiety and fright,
That one of them might try to hurt me.

I see jet black figures in my mirrors,
And deformed silhouettes in my windows,
I close my eyes and pray for them to go away.

I guess I'm just intruding,
Living where they once did,
They have followed me around since I was a kid.

My mother takes me to the doctor,
Who diagnoses  me with schizophrenia,
Says' it's all in my head,
That I can't see anyone who's dead.

Locked in an institution for days,
They still wouldn't go away,
They never left my side,
They haunt me still to this day.