Inside my head
I scream " I'm Scared!!"
I say- "I need your help"
I whisper " please
don't leave....
Inside ...I scream, yell,
cry...hiding it all...
So Afraid that if I let out
how I feel...
My biggest fear will
Come True.....
that I will
in the end...
Be Alone.
by Sharon H.
We were originally known as SILENT VOICES and were affiliated with a Mental Health Organization.
MISSION STATEMENT
SILENT VOICES SPEAK started out as Silent Voices: A Writer’s Workshop, as the first group at the drop-in center at the Broadway location of Community Counseling Centers of Chicago, whose purpose is to empower it’s attendees to form and attend their own groups.
We have branched out as an independent entity. We are silent no more. We say yes to the creative possibilities of life & art...
The mission of SILENT VOICES SPEAK is to give a voice to people who are disenfranchised. Many of the participants in SILENT VOICES SPEAK are also visual and/or performing artists.
Membership is open to all.
Send submissions to lizhipwell@gmail.com.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
STILLNESS by Elizabeth Hipwell
Stillness leads to another place.
Stop and notice.
I can get past the fear of what will be there.
Understanding and compassion are key components,
An awareness of the sound of the walls coming down,
To reveal a more pliant world,
Full to capacity with harmony, love and peace.
The flowers buzz with the promise of new growth.
The ions of the air tingle
In anticipation of what might happen next.
The world in it’s stillness offers endless possibilities
In the span of a second.
Why be afraid of what happens next.
You cannot stop the ebb and flow of life,
But you can get past being scared,
To be on the still shores of calm and serenity.
Stillness does lead to another place.
-Elizabeth Hipwell
IS SHE... by Therese Staples Burton
Is she...
One step from the edge
Poised on the precipice
Ready to take on death
Is she...
Drinking in the Sweet
Breath of caressing wind
Rejuvenating her soul
Inhaling
Is she...
Dancing with desperation
Catapulting into diving
Is she...
Soaring above all
Singing Ecstatic rhythms
Image & Words by Therese
Saturday, June 23, 2012
FEAR by Beth Polelle
I was on a
platform, ready to catch a train. I was feeling dizzy and felt like I might
fall. I grabbed onto someone and said, “Sorry, I’m not feeling well. I feel
like I might fall.”
'I am fearful of a lot of things,' I thought to myself. Fear, to me, is a very scary feeling. I reached my destination. I went to work right away. When I'm at work people are not always in the best mood. Everything has to be done right and at a good pace.
I don't get out of work until dark. I looked at my coworker and said, "What time do you leave work?"
She turned to me and said, "Not until 8:30 pm."
I told her, "That's the time I leave." I went back to my work. I looked at the clock. It was only 7:45, forty five minutes left, fears were creeping up on me. This was the third time I had to leave late.
-Beth Polelle
The lady smiled and said, “That’s all right.”
The train pulled up. I stepped on
the train. I sat down and tried to think of how I was going to get down the
stairs. The train pulled in to the stop. I stepped off the train and headed for
the stairs. I held onto the railing. I almost fell, but caught myself. I
decided I would take the bus to work. As I crossed the street I was fearful. I
hurried across the street and caught the bus. I started thinking about all my
fears and worried about how I was going to deal with them.'I am fearful of a lot of things,' I thought to myself. Fear, to me, is a very scary feeling. I reached my destination. I went to work right away. When I'm at work people are not always in the best mood. Everything has to be done right and at a good pace.
I don't get out of work until dark. I looked at my coworker and said, "What time do you leave work?"
She turned to me and said, "Not until 8:30 pm."
I told her, "That's the time I leave." I went back to my work. I looked at the clock. It was only 7:45, forty five minutes left, fears were creeping up on me. This was the third time I had to leave late.
-Beth Polelle
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
THE TEN MOST UGLY WORDS by Beth Polelle
The ten most ugly words to me are: hate, ugly, stupid, unloved, not worthy, deceived, liar, unable, not likely, and pessimistic. They, (all these words) sound very depressing to me. Every time I think of these words I feel so trapped. It only makes things worse. I try to stay away from those words. It's not healthy, and if you keep repeating words that are ugly, it's harder to change them.
A person can really believe these words, and not only does the person feel bad, it does make the person who is listening upset. So, every bad word a person thinks should be replaced by a good one. No one should have to think these words and no one should have to listen. No one can make a person stop thinking or saying ugly words.
Maybe with more understanding of ourselves we can stop using ugly word.
-Beth Polelle
A person can really believe these words, and not only does the person feel bad, it does make the person who is listening upset. So, every bad word a person thinks should be replaced by a good one. No one should have to think these words and no one should have to listen. No one can make a person stop thinking or saying ugly words.
Maybe with more understanding of ourselves we can stop using ugly word.
-Beth Polelle
LOVE by Larry O.
Oh that I did rue
Your heart in grasping time
Oh that you never knew
The reason for my rhyme
The trees were filled with leaves
Before the summer time
The flowers all had bees
My drink was lemon-lime
I waited for the time to pass
Hoping I would see you again
Will you come to me at last?
I'm sitting here on the fence
Waiting for time to pass
Thinking of what we once had
Thinking of reasons and rhyme
Aware of longing so bad
Thinking of all the times
We thought of the love we had
How special it seemed to us then
I'm waiting for the time
When we'll see each other again
Did it mean the same to you
As what it meant to me?
I looked in all their eyes
None of them see what we see
Someday we'll finally know
What we have longed to be
I hope that time will show
What then we'll allow to be
Sometime the love we share
At last will set us free
-Larry O.
Monday, June 18, 2012
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