Thoughts from Alice

Why do I write?

Why do I write?
I write because nobody hears my voice
Why do I write?
I write because it helps me make sense of the muddled words in my head.
My half thoughts- fledglings.
Why do I write?
Because if I help one person it will be worth the aching wrist, blistered fingers, hours of mental block.
Why do I write?
I write for my life, I write for my sanity, I write for survival.
Why do I write?
Because I haven't the confidence to act, or to talk aloud. My poems are the script to my life, the footnotes of my entire existence. Alice.

© Alice Daley 2013

Sadness is not depression.

Sadness is not depression

Sadness is an emotion
Depression is a disease

Sadness passes in time
Depression deepens in time

Sadness has a reason
Depression strikes without cause

Sadness is curable
Depression is terminal

Paranoid.

They say I'm paranoid
And I'd agree with them
But is that bad?
Better safe than sorry
Right? Right?
You're watching
Watching me
You know me
My every move
You follow me
So I'm paranoid
But better safe than dead
Right? Right?

Attention.

Shouting loudly
Screaming noisily
They crave attention
They get the spotlight
All eyes on them
I sit silently
My mind is rotting
I do not shout
I do not scream
I am not superior
Just different
My comfort is
In pen and paper
Not humans.

Simplicity.

I wish I could write songs
Simple songs. Love songs.
With simplicity.

Beans on toast songs
Happy songs with happy words
Silly songs. Just simplicity.

Two-a-penny songs
Childish songs. Funny songs.
I wish I could write songs
With simplicity.

Listen Here

Unwritten.

Blank pages
Unwritten
No story
My story
Undone
Rewritten
Scribbles
On canvas
Prologue
Epilogue
My story
Splattered
Across pages
Blank pages
Unwritten
Remoulded
Retold
Remembered
Whispered
My story
Undone
Rewritten
Autobiography
Of my life
Scrawled on
Blank pages
Unwritten

Present.

My past is not the problem
My future's still to come
At present the voices scream
They shout and scare me
Echoes from my past?
I don't think so
My past is irrelevant
My future's uncertain
But the present is tough
My wrist aches
Churning out meaningless words
Whilst the voices ridicule
The snakes writhe around me
This is not due to my past
And if you help me, it will not be my future
But it is my present
And I don't like it
Please help me
Please.