The Voice of The Woman

I hear her in my head
I see her standing next to me at night
I feel her watching me

There is a voice that tells me I am nothing
I have never met her
But I know her
I see her shadow looking down at me as she yells at me

She tells me I’m nothing
She tells me I will always be nothing
She tells me I’m not good enough

She is not a voice in my head, but something I created
She was made by me
Only I can get rid of her
Only I can let her go and destroy the next victim

Dream

A Dream, a vision of my future,
A wish, a hope,
Clearest when my eyes are closed
and dark and blurry later.
A thought, A peaceful death
A thousand spotlights, No audience.
A thousand heads, No bodies.
Taking turns pushing ourselves away,
Reality fades.
A dream, a vision of my future,
The night but still the day,
The northern lights are rainbows now,
Notice how painted we look,
In a pool 15 feet deep
Too dangerous to jump in.
My enemies push me under,
But still I can breathe.
A dream, A vision of my future
I am excepted to a place if you are excepted.
We are dying
Building a horrible thing,
How do I explain it?
Nobody understands.
Too advanced, too strange,
Nobody understands.
Is this the end?
Nobody understands.
Why does it end like this?
Nobody understands.

The Good, Bad Dog

He barks one thousand times a day.
he scratches the door
and rips up the toys
he is filthy as a hog
and his soft black fur
blows in the wind like a flower in the spring
he screams and yells all day long
licks and licks when we arrive
good bad dog
relaxing with my brother, none else
likes and does not hate
Good
at times bad almost never
does bad things but he is good
his attitude is unpredictable
but we still love him


Gorzycki

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