The Voices In My Head Series

My poetry is dark and macabre. It’s also sensual and sexual, and on rare occasions can be funny. I like to explore the darker parts of ourselves through my work, the parts we’re often afraid to confront. The Voices In My Head is a series of poetry books I plan to continue releasing throughout my life. I’ll update this post as more books are released. For now, check out the ones I’ve released below. Click the cover images to get the books on Amazon.

The Voices in My Head

The voices in my head speak to me. They never cease their screeching speeches to me. Take a look inside and listen to those same voices.

These poems contain fears, hopes, and desires. They are a walk through memories, dreams, and life full of turmoil. They are a brief, and sometimes haunting, look at the scenery of the human mind. Read them and feel your own demons awakened. Absorb the words and embrace the beauty in their horror. Stand in front of a mirror, and truly look at your reflection for the first time, as you listen to the voices in my head.

Answering Myself

A collection of poetry that takes you on a journey through the darkest parts of the human mind. Explore your fears, anxieties, and desires through resonant words that bring the landscape of your inner most thoughts to life. If you are looking for more adult poetry exploring themes of regret, depression, violence, and sexuality, then this is the book for you.

Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – The Final Three

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

Beginning

It starts with the briefest spark
A whispered idea
An unhinged thought
A look from across the room
So is its inception

Middle

It begins its motion with a thrust
A push not at all gentle
But almost catastrophic
With the might of a lifetime behind it
The stone begins its tumble

End

There is a loud crash
Destruction of the highest order
The shadows return
Always
There is left only darkness

Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – 3 Poem Weekend Catch Up

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

Flames

Devil’s tongues
Blue, orange, yellow
Flicking upward
Tasting their work

Cracks of splintering wood
Herald the end of a lost time
A chorus of goodbyes
Burying the past where it belongs

I set fire to yesterday

Drums

The beat grows
Crescendos
With the rising sun

Echoed by the trudging of boots
Across barren fields
Sodden with the night’s rain

The thunder rolls
Ever louder
Ever angrier

They hold their breath
As the tide flows over the hill
Blocking out the sun

Gravestones

They stretch as far as you can see
Soldiers watching unseen gates
Guarding empty cities
Full of hollow hopes and withered wishes

Slaves whipped night and day
By an unforgiving and never ending wind
Hungry for cries of pain
From children and widows left alone

Leading Up to the New Book – 30 Poems in 30 Days – Skepticism

I’m gearing up for the next release in my series of poetry by doing another 30 in 30. If you haven’t, check out the first installment, The Voices In My Head, on Amazon. The next installment will be out on October 26th, my birthday!

Skepticism

Believing is tricky
It isn’t something you can think yourself
Into doing
No matter how much you believe
Or think
You can

It’s elusive
Slippery like an eel
Wet as the cold dew
On a lonely leaf bobbing
In the breeze

But for some
Oh yes, for those lucky some
It’s like a viper
With its fangs
Deep in their necks

Slowly seeping its venom
Into every inch
Every weak solitary inch
Of their rotting
Bodies

So they walk along
Shambling around
Grotesque and decaying
Dying without knowing
Falling without feeling

All because they believe
They choose the viper
Thirst for the poison
Addicts of the bliss
Found only in their lies

I sit here
Bathing in the pale
Grey sunlight
Looking down on them
From my tower of bone