I’m Going Be Going For A While , As I Can Start Work Again Soon ! Yayyyyy ❤️ So Big Thanks To All

Warning - I’m not sure if some people will take this I’m ignorant which I’m far from , just easiest way for me to explain a voice in my head so please do not take it personal anyone ! Just enjoy !

Lost young soul ,

Life is low , life is high ,

We have to just ride the tide. ❤️

The biggest challenge in life

Is learning to live , with the voice inside ,

Sometimes he roars and sometimes he whispers,

He’s trapped inside

Constantly taking you on a mad ride

It’s your call to reply

But before you do

Just listen

To what he is speaking

He may drive you crazy and make you hate

Every aspect of life ,

But their is a message hidden deeper then your imagantion ,

But the voice is they for a reason

Even if invisible on the other side

It’s the man inside

trying to make you recognise

I know you want it to go and he won’t shut up

But please just go with the flow

Don’t think the words that are going Through your head

Are a representation of yourself ,

Thats way to far , even for his control ,

That voice is a reckoning

The only way your inside can get you to listen to your true calling

Maybe not in the words you need

But this is where you have to be smart

Our brains are dangerous

The damage is strong

As no other can hear the song ,

He may play you some fucked up lullabies

And make tears come into your eyes

But I promise that’s not you breaking

That’s your soul accepting ,

The voice is usually your own well being ,

Calling for some help , from deep within yourself ,

He is nothing to be scared of

He is invisible , a voice all alone ,

But you can’t let him take control,

You have the power to show him differ ,

befriend that voice in your head ,

make him work for his chatter

we were born wild and free but

our imagantion always runs quicker

then our own two feet ,

So sometimes you need to breathe , it’s all just a release

Its a craft , and once you make the art ,

That voice won’t be a burden, he will be working on your behalf .

@trueemotions91

I found you

Looking so blue ,

I took you

To show you the truth ,

I opened my heart

To help you ,

Never did I think ,

You would rip

Out my soul

And make me beg,

from underneath

You.

@trueemotions91

Hey ,

yes you ,

I see you ,

you know ,

Everywhere ,

Glowing in the air .

@trueemotions91

Lost Balloons

(Pic is mine. Reproduce however you want)

when i look at the sky

i dont

see clouds

at least not as often as

i see feathers

from missing wings

i dont see myself

next to the stars

im in the middle

where lost balloons are found

i let one go once

it explored the sky

while i swore

it would come back

© @parasomnambulist December 15, 2020

A soul is my beauty

Looks are deceiving

They try and trick the mind

To make us believe

In something that isn’t there

As a soul can’t lie

It speaks the truth beyond the mask

That’s put in as a disguise

To look beyond is hard

It’s a battle with mind and temptation

But which do you choose

When the pretty tunes in to the soul

And Creates the devil

Do you realise the danger your soul has intwined to,

A pretty soul will always have a pretty face ,

You just have to look deeper in the beholders eyes,

The eyes are the beauty ,

As dark as chocolate , as blue as the skies , as green as the mountains on a dewy morning sun rise ,

Not the cold hunger , with a smile upon the face ,

That’s clearly the devil in disguise .

@trueemotions91

Daniel Merriam (American ,b. 1963)

Meeting of the minds 

Why does another woman’s body entice me,

The curves I adore,

Skin so smooth ,

The way she shakes her arse .

Maybe it’s jealousy

But I’m not sure .

Is it wrong to admire

The beauty of another

I believe not so .

It’s something extraordinary ,

I just can’t let go.

How she drops so low ,

her hips curve to her exterior

Is just woah woah woah .

Blows my mind,

How another woman can make

My heart beat slow .

@trueemotions91

My mind is my master

A slave to all

The only thing

That is out of my control.

@trueemotions91

waitomo glowworm caves, new zealand.

I don’t fit here

I don’t belong

I stand out like a sore thumb

My hearts too soft

This world’s too hard

I hold on to details

It disregards

I’m on the outside

Staring in

I’m not like them

I don’t fit in

My hearts on my sleeve

I can’t hide it within

Yet I consume judgement

Until it’s part of my skin

I let it fester

Let it rot my soul

Until I’m spiralling down a familiar hole

“I don’t fit here”

I protest from outside

On the sidelines

Is where I’ll always reside.

-JF-