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Poetry

Two poems by a Hearing Voices Group User


1:  The way it is:   a poem about hearing voices.   ...click here to open the poem...


Your life is in ruins
The Tories are strong
And all that-you do
Just keeps going wrong

The Stormers are happy
Having their fun
Keeping me down
And the lonely one

But what of the future?
Remember the past
The Tories are evil
Can it last?

Wherever you walk
They all seek to snigger
It must be a resemblance of long ago
Like an outcast figure

For the Stormers are happy
And having their fun
Keeping me down
And the lonely one

They sabotage equipment
Make things go wrong
Is this the way
For a New Year song?

To meet with a girl
An impossible dream,
No falling in love,
It makes you scream

For the Stormers are happy
And having their fun
Keeping me down
and the lonely one

In comes a pretty girl
Who walks straight past
You've got to make a move
You've got to move fast

You stand there empty
Trying to think.
In your head there's a shout
But it never gets out

For the Stormers are happy
And having their fun
Keeping me down
And the lonely one

Order another
And take a drink
Just like skating
On an ice rink

The back of the throat starts burning
People start to stare
The mud then is churning
You fall into the lair

For the Stormers are happy
And having their fun
Keeping me down
And the lonely one

You tried for the lord
But just couldn't get through
And you’re so easy to see
But as blind as can be

You stagger on,
A few friends by your side
Blindly you go
Trying not to hide

For the Stormers are so very happy
And having lots of fun
Keeping you blind
Deaf and dumb.


The group member believes the voices (called the Stormers) come from the right wing i.e. the Tories and he experiences gustatory hallucinations as well as auditory hallucinations.



2:  How it is now:   a poem celebrating the Hearing Voices Group.   ...click here to open the poem...


Milsom Street
That's where it is
Where the group are the Bizz
For all of us to get the Wizz!

Makes Glum days into better Ones
And Pretty Ladies Smile
Makes us all want to stay
With her and help for a while

Bloody voices in my head
Screwing me around.
Same thing each and every day -
To take away my Stereo Sound

Here come the right wing Pratts
Trying to be right
Will they ever manage it?
Hope not, but they might

"Give" they say to me
Define the word give I say
Give you bastard
Never - you dozy load of idiots

Bloody voices in my head
Screwing me around.
Same thing each and every day -
To take away my Stereo Sound

Pure bone idle Pratts
That's the right wing rights
Always trying it on
There they are setting their sights

Damn you, damn you
It was heard of them to say
One with a hat on, one without is that the new right?
It makes you want to shout!

For the stormers are not quite so happy
Not having so much fun
They are screwing me around
But I'm no longer the lonely one!


This is the same voice hearer as in the previous poem, and this poem is written as a celebration of the effect of the groupwork