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In my head

by

Misty Dawn Judd

If you could only hear the voices,in my head.you would understand why my sanity is hanging by a thread.not a word,that i can find,just too much,going throgh my mind.
any attempt,that you may make,my friend,i don't need your advice;your voice would only mingle with the deamons,speaking in my head;and i would not hear a word you said.no,i don't have much to say,i'm forever searching for the words.sometimes,i find a few.sometimes,the madman in my head,he laughs,and snatches them away.


WITCHY DAZE

by

Misty Dawn Judd

Witchy daze.Our insane ways.
Can you feel time taking,it's toll?
Strung inside out,and upside down;lost my mind.Slowly losing control.My wet brain,neighbor cranes.
I DO FEEL ALONE AND A LITTLE INSANE.

WITCHY DAZE

by

Misty Dawn Judd

Witchy daze.Our insane ways.
Can you feel time taking,it's toll?
Strung inside out,and upside down;lost my mind.Slowly losing control.My wet brain,neighbor cranes.
I DO FEEL ALONE AND A LITTLE INSANE.

nick of time

by

Misty Dawn Judd

yeah,they say im fearless...
but i quickly get meeker,
when there aproaches the rolling reeper.
iwas walking down the road,all peeled back,
when the squeel of the wheel sends me flying like a cat.
so, im peepin' at the street from underneath a car, turns ot my fears were unfouded, harty har har
spittin and crawlin bak up fromthe mud,cussin' 'cause now im covered in crud,
shaking my head ,as i start on again, ilook both ways and change my mind.
Im headed back home in the nick of time.

injun

by

Misty Dawn Judd

By will; through space, by speed beguiled (decieved),
Morning never comes and the moon was wild.
I stand here looking at
a million little pieces of myself scattered ,
on the floor.
Sometimes my face resembles that of an injun,
riding into war,
instead of me.
and just like you,
my heart does hurt.
Life, sometimes leaves a mark.
the kind you dont need eyes to see;
you can feel them in the dark.
You should know, my friend, that nothing in this life is fair, that is as real as your next breath of air.