Who told you you have to be warm?

Here am I forsaken and alone

Seeking for solace from a cold stone.

I suck at it’s pap sweet milk of oblivion

Wanting an other

to do me

For me.

I’m a cold stone seeking heat from amongst the cold stones

I don’t stop despite the blisters that come from my shaking groans.

For a bit the pain feels like warmth

But soon fades and all I’m left with is the cold and the pain.

One day a whisper will creep into my mind.

I’ll distrust it at first because it’s unfamiliar

Because all the other whispers disagree

And tell me this whisper’s seductive chant is dangerous.

But eventually I’ll be forced to turn and listen

By the endless failures

By the ceaseless cold.

The whisper says:

Who told you you have to be warm?

A shiver

exactly like all the shivers I’d shivered before

runs through me

except this time it’s different.


The broken image called “You”(A poem)

You hide behind a broken image

Of shattered glass

Your hope to last

For one more breath

past the breath allotted as your last.

You fear the blast of your past

that carries you uncomfortably fast

to that last breath you’ll breath out too fast

And sighing say I shoulda, coulda but didn’t

Because I hid behind a broken smile

an unspoken word that dragged for a mile.

You hide because of the stutter

the stammer that putters

that bothers nobody but you

So you sit on the pew

Ashamed before a god that isn’t ashamed of you

Ashamed of scars that nobody sees but you

Ashamed of flaws that are divine glimmers in the eyes of others

But you don’t see the you the others see

You see the you constructed to condemn you by you against you

You see this because you aren’t you

You are a thought you have that has taken over you

an image placed between you and another

separating you from any other

You are a perversion that you need to smother

Go back into mother, lose your other

regain your tie to the all-person tether

Realize you are God the father.

Now smile.

Voices In the Head

’tis slightly overcast.

well ’tis totally overcast.

Not a speck of blue

dares peek through

yonder lofty cloudy carpet!

“How rude of it!”

Says a voice in my head.

“You ought to be careful of those!”

said another voice in my head.

“Careful of what?”

I thought i said

But it was another voice in my head

“Voices in your head silly!”

Voice 2 said

“Shut up! Don’t tell him that!

The guv’ll have your guts for garters”

Said voice 1 trembling

Like a stetson gun firing

“Yes quite rude!

The sun should be out

The weather should be celebrating!

How dare it not!

Go out and make the weather nice!

Go on you can do it!”

Voice 1 said returning to its previous theme

I just sit and laugh.

“You’re a naughty one

Voice 1″

Voice 2 said.

The mind can be so funny sometimes

even these words are just

Voices in my head!

“No they’re letters on a page

You silly man”

They both chimed in.

But you started as voices in my head

“Touche” they said “Touche”

I laughed again

Said a voice in my head.

“You did that on purpose”

voice 2 said.

Did what on purpose?

“didn’t put quotation marks

around your laughter”

Voice 2 said

Shh they’re supposed to figure that out themselves

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It’s in the corner

or somewhere.

“Go on you know you want to”

Said a voice in your head

whilst capering like a jester.