Voice Development part 1

Posted 15 Years Ago

My voice is a means of expressing my thoughts and feelings upon the backdrop of reality. Sometimes my voice is loud at other times it is silent. It can be soft or sinister but it is always expressive.

“My reality glistens like the sweat off a corpse in the middle of the Nevada desert as my consciousness slowly climbs out of the shadow world. I stumble upstairs as if drunk on despair before the amnesia resides and I fully realize who I am or what time it is. These maybe the days of swine and roses but the gods needn’t be so cruel. I cautiously peer out the sliding glass window with a bit of suspicion and a loaded gun, counting slowly to myself. Three, Two, One, SHOWTIME!!!”-This is my voice of suspicion.

“The teacher tries to spice up their learning experience by eating a banana in a slow seductive manner. The rest of the boys eye her up like a starving man eyes a leg of lamb but I remember Eve that b***h that tricked Adam and as far as I’m concerned, the only good w***e is a dead w***e!” -This is my voice of anger.

“The darkness wraps itself tightly around him like the arms of an octopus squeezing the very life force from his body. The eternal silence is all he has left and it has become deafening. He bleeds from every orifice of his body that is, what’s left of his body. He will die soon but before that happens he will repent for a life of sin. To bad for him God is not listening.” -This is my voice of despair.

“In the darkness that is my hour I find little solace in heaven or hell. Alone I wonder through the vast social wastelands and mindscapes, forever the hunt. I live only for the day to hear her scream and taste her heart once more.” -This is my voice of sinister.

“Her body speaks to me in the tongue of the ancient lovers and tells me of her wants, needs and desires. She is warm and wet, the fever of her longing resides deep inside her and our embrace is the kinship of the flesh. It is the union of heaven and hell in the brothels of lust, London after midnight.” -This is my voice of desire.

“In the blackest of night envy has been freed, jealously told and anger felt. High above in the rafters hides sadness and decay. Born in the rubble of the past are the children of the Dragon Eagle.” -This is my voice of cryptic symbols.

“His eyes are like diamonds that have been smashed by reality. The horse head speaks as if he has something to say but no words come out, just toxic drool. His body is flying through the aythers at the speed of light as his mind erupts into an endless sea of orgasm. The pounding in his chest is so intense it cracks his ribs and then his heart stops.” -This is the voice of addiction.

My voice of happiness? Well, hope and happiness are hard to come by and reveal themselves to me only on rare occasions. My voices are loudest when expressing addiction, anger, despair, death and more recently desire.

Posted 15 Years Ago

Voice, it is how we all speak. It is great in wiritng to express how you speak, but I don't like adding a lot of "well" or "so" that much. It just sounds bad, but by talking normally without adding unnessasary words, one may express them self freely in gracefully flowing writing. Everybody speaks differently, likewise, we should all write differently without copying others' styles.