Alice

Alice

A Poem by Speak in Silence

My mind is filled with thoughts I cannot say
My thoughts are filled with actions I cannot display
I've always let you down with my filthy habits
I'm caught in a lie...
Call me Alice
Call me anything...anything but myself
Conscience a killer
"Find yourself, help yourself...bring yourself home"
My soul can do nothing but run...nothing but hide
Maybe I'm done, maybe I'm gone

Disapate into thin air like shadows to Rome...
But you scream whispers in my ear...
"Hold on.."

© 2013 Speak in Silence


Author's Note

Speak in Silence
I'm so glad to be back! I haven't even attepted to write anything since November (and even the one I wrote and posted on here I thought was awful)...BUT I do have reasoning my good people. I've been going through more personal problems than I usually have had to deal with, but that's a story for another day. Plus I've had a bit of writer's block.

I was listening to the song: Intensity in ten cities by Chiodos when I thought of this idea. This poem is a snipet of some of the things I have been experencing. I really hope everyone enjoys! I hopefully will be writing more soon but I do have other activities I have to attend to now but I promise not to forget about you!

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Writing always me feel better. I hope it does for you as well. Good to see you again Miss Mayhem.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Speak in Silence

8 Years Ago

It's good to be back!

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Added on February 15, 2013
Last Updated on February 16, 2013
Tags: myself, habits, cutting, Alice, thoughts, actions, killer, consceince, nothing, hide, run, soul, yourself, whispers

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