Voices In My Head

Are you scared?
Will you fall
In the dark
Will you cry
Will you die
Are you dead?
Are you there
In your head?
Is it blank
Is it black
Do you care
If you're there?
Do you want
To rise
To fly
To fall
To the ground
To be buried
Under mounds
Of hope
Crushed
Shattered and tattered
Dreams lie forgotten
Broken
Scattered
Will you lie?
Defy?
Do you dare?
Dare to rise
To rise and shine
To laugh to smile
To feel sublime
To live
Will you give
It your all
Or get stuck
At a point
Fade away
Are you real?
Can you move?
Can you feel?
Free yourself
Break your bonds
Break your chains
Take a chance
Make a change
Move ahead
Get a life
Give your all
Just get up
If you fall
Live for now
Follow the truth
What is true?
I am
Your conscience

Letting Go

Rooafza and coffee and Noddy's hair on my tution bag
A chewed up ball in the corner, along with a tattered rag
The sweet fragrance of lavender talc and green apple candy cable
Ink stains and paper wads and piles of text books on the table
But under the bed a higher pile of Pratchetts and Ashwins and Gaams
Behind closed doors silent hysteria over a certain 'bellish' arm
Dreams of moonlit nights and a 'duty bound' bishounen
The Simoquin Prophesies manga finished at half past ten
Secrets in the dead of night, shared joy, confusion, pain
Poems exchanged in remembrance till we meet again
Promises to stick through thick and thin; through the smooth, and the rough
On the bed a tear stained pillow by virtue of 'Good Enough'
A broken heart, all cried out, a lost and wandering soul
A wound so deep it never will heal, an insatiable black hole
Letting go of the past, of things that have been long gone
Of memories, both sad and sweet, let go now and move on.