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alena Oct 2014
A syrupy sweet voice
with lovely vowels is how I imagine her for you
deepens slightly when she sings
but heightens when she whispers

My voice , I'm sure isn't near as lovely
with an odd accent
and a habit to draw out the letter "t"
that has a sad bluesy tone when I sing and whisper
I don't have a voice that you'll dream about
At least I don't think I have a voice worthy of your thoughts

But my words, seldom
or rambling
(I never could balance the two)
are packed with meaning
So tightly I can barely breathe them out
They squeeze my lungs and I lose my breath
when I utter them to you
They may not be sugar coated
But words like forever

Mean what they are
And so much more
Forever
Without Borders or boundaries

Forever                                                                                                                 means past the limitations life tries to set on love like ours                      
my soul will continue to intertwine with yours                                            
Dust will no longer be Dust                                  Air no longer breathable
But yours I will remain

When I say you are my only
I mean you are the only thing that keeps me breathing beyond forever
Your soul is my universe
You have a gravitational pull that I need to keep from imploding
You spin me around in the best way
You have me star struck for life
You are why I feel I exist

And when I say I love you
I mean you keep my life livable
When my heart saw you
I felt my darkness and sadness melt away
You left me resplendent
I mean that your gentle fingers
have worked their way under my ribs,
gently pried them open
Leaving my heart exposed
but you keep it beating
Catching and putting permanent butterflies deep in my gut
pumping fresh air in my lungs
Sewing me back together with kisses
And holding my life together with your arms

When I say I Love YOU
I mean I ran
Far away from feelings as fast and far as I could
But you were there when I stopped
and you held me up as I collapsed
from exhaustion
taught me how to breath again
and I realized I never really knew how to

My words may not sound the sweetest that you've heard
But I can guarantee that they mean more than you've known
But I hope that you will eventually see and feel
what they truly can mean
I hope I can quiet  her haunting voice in your head
ive had them too
Silence Screamz Oct 2014
My mind gets trapped
in darkened bands,
hearing deep songs
by the traveling man.

Sad not fear,
plays it slow,
turning it back,
hearing the scold

Reversing the round,
demons release,
off with the head,
take it from me

Subliminally tripped,
it goes back around,
please turn it up,
Hearing no sound.
alex grey Oct 2014
There is more than one voice
in my head I must make a choice,
which to listen and which to ignore
but as the days go on I can't anymore
people must think I'm a bore

I don't talk a lot too,
that much is true,
I am stuck inside my mind
not peaceful nor sublime
all these thoughts I must hide

It's difficult to say
words in the same way
My own thoughts go at their own rate
No, I must stop and translate
but by then it's too late

The conversation is over now
I would talk but I don't know how
Not without thinking first
it is hard for me to just burst
I'd wish it were revers'd

So many opportunities I had lost
It is me who paid the cost
I know myself better than any
but that's because I don't share with many
my thoughts for a penny...

I curse the voices in my head
they never stop, just like I said
think too much to say a thing
inside I feel like a king
but out here... nothing

Those close to me are fine
with them I share thoughts of mine
with them the voices slow just a bit
I have enough time to show my wit
Though I'd hate to admit—

At the end of the day
I'd like to go away
Spend some time alone
I don't know, in my home?
All on my own

I need the space
to let the mind race
quiet time
it's not a crime
no more rhyme
I speak more through the written word than any word I've said aloud
axr Oct 2014
Darkness fuses itself in me
All I hear is
Distant echoes
and a faint bittersweet symphony.
'Save us! You're the only one who is near.'
They seemed harmless
I obeyed them and let them became my biggest fear.
Soon I realised
There are people trapped in my head
I sit by myself
and watch my insides melt.
They tend to grow stronger every second
they often say
'All we ever wanted was to fill you with lies

Scream to your fullest,

there's no one to hear your cries.

I think I made my point clear

We lied

Look a little bit closely

We are your monsters that came to life.
'

My mind is a dark room
Where the silence is deafening.
To there torture,
I am mute
Trapped in a beautiful yet ugly world of illusions
I don't see reality
for all I know its a pure tragedy
They say reality itself is an illusion
Is my life an allusion?
This anxiety explodes like glass
leaving behind unforgettable scars.
I maybe delusional
I am no perfection.
I don't know when, how and what changed me.
For what I believe is not reality
Look past your lies
its a pure tragedy.
I wrote this after reading Gena Showalter's Intertwined where the protagonist hears voices in his head. I do not know anyone with Schizophrenia, just making use of my poetic freedom
Douglas Scheurn Oct 2014
Take this pill,
The man said without a mouth.
He stared at me,
Yet eyeless was he.
The northern point,
Shadows south,
Across the drowned; dry sea.

Plant the seed here,
Prance your steed here,
The branches are very near.

Time without memory,
Memory without time,*
Blood drips from every line.

The line a poet creates,
Upon many things relate.

A line of words,
Or a hanging man's last,
Does he see life in a flash?

Is greed, lust what guided him?
Or did love shine out from within?

With actions,
Yet he atone?
Undying fractions,
Does he die alone?


Carpe Diem
The fourth chapter erupts...
Poetic T Sep 2014
I sat there, as all surrounded me,
All had their part
Each spoke in a tone,
Belittling,
Smearing,
Criticizing,
All surrounded me
Like a circle of hate,
Each word that they
Leaked,
Scratched,
Scarred,
My thoughts inside my mind,
Each was different,
Each word I rejected,
But they wanted more
Mind,
Thought,
Individuality,
My ears bled, as they penetrate
Further in,
Consuming me
It was me or them,
A fractured landscape
Each emotion was a war zone,
On every front
Victories,
Loses,
Laughter,
As they were walking closer
I will never surrender my mind to
Hate,
Fear,
Madness,
And then there was silence
"Had I won"
Were those that surrounded me
Cleansed,
I walked, the mirror close at hand
I saw my face,
"Relief"
It was me, but a reflection
I saw me in the chair
no,
No,
NO,
We stood around our body screaming
"Let me in"
Surrounded by others wanting the
Key @===<
So their voices
Would be heard within.
Too much in my head
Voices, songs, condemnation
There's no room for you.
rare-and-rad Sep 2014
Dear ****,

       ******* and your devilish traps
thanks for making my good days go to crap
thanks for separating me from my mother,
for making me look like a **** up to my brother
thanks for the addiction I have to face
you really did take me to another place
thanks for making me into the person I am
at least you never made me slam
thanks for making me stay up for a week or two
you showed me that I got nothing to lose
thanks for putting shadows in front of my eyes
but if it wasn’t for that I wouldn’t have realized my lies
I now put a gat in the side of my lap
cause I can’t even sleep or even take a nap
I’m always moving around , where ever it is you take me
bringing me to my dealers house making me beg on my knees
even if it’s just leftover’s, crumpled up in aluminum foil
Now I pick my arms because I think it begins to boil
I’m known as the black sheep in my family
you made my life a ****** up tragedy
The scars you caused aren’t only visible but mental
Thank god I stopped before I melted my dentals
There’s still a voice in my head telling me not to leave you
but I want to start my actual life, I want to be someone new
I thank you for the **** caused, for the mistakes you made me do
But I’m leaving you now, one last thing, *******.
Serenity Elliot Sep 2014
Secrets carried on the breeze,
Why aren’t you listening?
Turn your head away,
Just hear them please.
In your head, they’re in your head,
Your exiled people.
In your head, though they are dead
These unknown people.

Soft voices call,
Yet no one’s there-
Whisper secrets,
You still care-
Beyond belief,
Beyond your sight,
Murmuring shadow
In dark and light,

In dark and light.

You're going deaf, you can’t touch me,
What is real life, and what are feelings?
They’re clouds sir, mirages, why can’t you see?
They’re fallen skeletons, sir, not alive, just leave it be.

Soft voices call,
They can’t forgive,
You think they’re real,
Yet they don’t live,
Fight them off,
Memories of the night
Keep staring straight,
Let them take flight.
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