erm ok. have never posted these before, but always meant to get around to it eventually so here goes

Voices

Voices always speaking, never listening,
never stopping to ask whats wrong,
or even to notice that everythings not right.

A ceaseless barrage, repeating over and over,
listening, paying attention cannot stop the voices,
but equally i cannot make them float over my head.

They creep inside foglike,
to reaffirm my uselessness.


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she stands one breasted,
in a mans world,
not her fault they say,
purely chance...

bad luck, bad luck,
it echoes in her mind,
20 years old and only one breasted,
its unfortunate, but you should be glad,
"of course i'm ungrateful, self-centered and stupid,
here i am alive", i will live on one breasted..

i'll live, a life, a life of rejection,
in this world, in these perceptions,
what is a woman without breasts,
without the all important pair of "jugs"..

never know love,
never the suckling of a child,
empty, alone, condemned,
"yes i am lucky to be alive",
alive for such a life.

Masks

Masks we hide behind
masks we use to,
hide us from the world
shield us from view
protect us from harm.

suffocating us,
torturing us,
can no-one see inside?
can no-one be trusted??
but they only see weakness where none exists,
they cannot see the vunerable one inside,
the one who yearns to be known,
to be understood, to be held,
the one who shies away and hides,
behind this most elaborate mask,
the one so unlike me.

*nods*
I know what you mean

you should post more poems

aww you have a thread fona! w00t!

i love the masks one and the one breasted please post moreish

omg. ur poems r sooooooooo good. i like the one about voices