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"The Voices"

 

Sometimes at night

When I'm lying in bed

I can hear voices

Inside my head

 

Sometimes they're faint

Ever so small

Sometimes so quiet

I can barely hear them at all

 

Other times though

They talk so loud

It's like trying to hear a whisper

Over the roar of a crowd

 

Sometimes there's one voice

Sometimes there's two

At times there are so many

I don't know what to do

 

They only like to visit

When I'm sitting alone

When it's nice and quiet

And when I'm resting at home

 

They don't like to come out

During the day

When there's a lot of people around

And they can't have their say

 

Although I'll admit

They are helpful at times

When I need some help on work

And I'm falling behind

 

They can be really creative

And ever so smart

When it comes to things like Drama

Literature and Art

 

And sometimes it's nice

To not be alone

With noone to talk to

All on my own

 

But as much as I love

The conversations we have

Can we please not have them

Right before I go to bed

Posted

"Organization of the Mind"

 

 

Childhood memoiries go in the filing cabinet on the right.

 

Fears and uncertainties are locked in the vault.

 

Ideas and inventions go in the outgoing box.

 

Inspiration goes in the ingoing box.

 

Lost thoughts are deposited in the Lost and Found bin near the wall.

 

Facts and dates are filed in the top right drawer of the desk.

 

Birthdays, anniversaries, and deadlines are recorded on the calendar by the door.

 

Images are categorized and filed in the second and third filing cabinets.

 

Questions are organized in the second and third left hand drawers of the desk.

 

Quotes are alphabatized and arranged on the bookshelves.

 

The maid dusts every Tuesday and Thursday.

 

Vacuuming is every Wednesday.

 

An organized mind is a Happy mind!

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Mynx appears to read the works and replies, before nodding emphatically.

She opens her mouth to speak a reply, but instead staggers forward as something small, brown and furry hits her in the back of the head.

Supressing a feline growl, she hefts her scythe and begins to chase after the cackling squirrel, leaping out of a nearby window in the ever graceful movement of a cat as she pursues the evil beast.

 

[OOC: Don't name them, yes. And never personify them]

  • 5 weeks later...
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Gryphon surveys the shambles that is his own mind:

 

To the left are the shards of a shattered story, left where they fell in the hope they might one day reassemble themselves into a story worth telling.

 

Under the bed a dusty pile of dates that should be pinned to the calendar...

The calendar still showing a date 3 months ago because it's got a pretty picture.

 

A jumble of memories and feelings litter various shelves.

 

Quotes in a hat in the corner, ready to be drawn out at random... very, very random.

 

The maid refuses to dust claiming "This place is a bio-hazard."

 

The dustbunnies turned feral and ate the vaccum.

 

 

Small wonder I have such a time getting things done. <_<

Posted

I really liked this poem. I recently was a doula at a birth for a woman who is schitzophrenic (sp?) I also have a cousin diagnosed with the same illness. I really feel for them. But that's a different story altogether.

 

I really loved the humor of the end. If I was to suggest anything for change, it would be that throughout the entire poem you had a BD rhyme scheme, but on the last stanza you didn't. However, I love this:

 

Can we please not have them

Right before I go to bed

That is such a cute twist. My only suggestion would be to change line B of the last stanza to end with a ryhyme for Bed to stay with your form. It's a GREAT poem and oh too true! I always tell my husband: "I had the hardest time getting to sleep last night, I couldn't turn my brain off!" lol I HATE THAT!

 

Great job! Thank you for sharing!

 

~Salinye :fairy:

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