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Prisoner
the moments in which i wanna be imprisoned forever..!
eyes beckoned
my lips touched his lips
we did a wonderful meditation
in those moments
we forged synergy
of heart and soul...
my lips touched his lips
we did a wonderful meditation
in those moments
we forged synergy
of heart and soul...
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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Anatomy Of A Well-Built Cage
framework
limits
triggers
boundaries
ceiling
respect
service
consent
door
needs
wants
desires
bars
honesty
vulnerability
transparency
space between bars
caring
communication
connection
lock
discretion
loyalty
integrity
floor
nurturing
concern
aftercare
foundation
built first
listed last
most important
(supports whole structure)
trust
limits
triggers
boundaries
ceiling
respect
service
consent
door
needs
wants
desires
bars
honesty
vulnerability
transparency
space between bars
caring
communication
connection
lock
discretion
loyalty
integrity
floor
nurturing
concern
aftercare
foundation
built first
listed last
most important
(supports whole structure)
trust
Written by Kinkpoet
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Imprisoned by love
I searched but never found the key
the door was open, but I was tied
with chains of fate, those that judge
a life sentence was no shock
disowned by friend and visits rare
marriage was no wild affair
scampering rats of spite
straw palliasse, home comforts gone
lice the scourge of tempers raw
belittled with an ego stripped
taxonomy its list provides
despair and its graded slide
within a cage the circling hands of time
sweep relentless as the guilt of crime
a tariff set with no reprieve
handcuffed to beauties darker side
the bruises love cannot remove
stabs that never show a scar
inmate, seeking just revenge
sweet torment or hell in solitude contained?
What was my crime I hear you ask
your freedom is the will to guess
the battleground of violent storms
loves, velvet padded cell of thorns
the door was open, but I was tied
with chains of fate, those that judge
a life sentence was no shock
disowned by friend and visits rare
marriage was no wild affair
scampering rats of spite
straw palliasse, home comforts gone
lice the scourge of tempers raw
belittled with an ego stripped
taxonomy its list provides
despair and its graded slide
within a cage the circling hands of time
sweep relentless as the guilt of crime
a tariff set with no reprieve
handcuffed to beauties darker side
the bruises love cannot remove
stabs that never show a scar
inmate, seeking just revenge
sweet torment or hell in solitude contained?
What was my crime I hear you ask
your freedom is the will to guess
the battleground of violent storms
loves, velvet padded cell of thorns
Written by slipalong
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wall
I have imprisoned the walls of my house
She wants to breathe, she wants to kiss the winds
I have decorated it with various colors but
Still she keeps looking at me day n night with her colorless face
She embraces the soil, she kisses the silent shadow
When I go to hug her, she remains standing straight
she is standing for me, she is surrounded by me
She wants to bathe in the clouds, she wants to be away from me
She has grown old and her bones often broken.
When I fix it, she peeks even through the cracks
She wants to breathe, she wants to kiss the winds
I have decorated it with various colors but
Still she keeps looking at me day n night with her colorless face
She embraces the soil, she kisses the silent shadow
When I go to hug her, she remains standing straight
she is standing for me, she is surrounded by me
She wants to bathe in the clouds, she wants to be away from me
She has grown old and her bones often broken.
When I fix it, she peeks even through the cracks
Written by dimpy
(dimpsmoon)
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Misery
she listens to songs sung with the sweetness
his voice rarely has
sung of the love they tried to simulate
but never really had
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
as the hours drag by
into the sunrise
she lays there and cries
a prisoner in a cell behind those eyes
she's thrown so many pennies into the well
it's practically hers to claim
she's wished upon the stars so many times
they practically know her name
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
this is not my life
this is not a knife
she just lays there and cries
imprisoned by the stars in his eyes
his voice rarely has
sung of the love they tried to simulate
but never really had
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
as the hours drag by
into the sunrise
she lays there and cries
a prisoner in a cell behind those eyes
she's thrown so many pennies into the well
it's practically hers to claim
she's wished upon the stars so many times
they practically know her name
after the fire dies
she tells herself lies
this is not my life
this is not a knife
she just lays there and cries
imprisoned by the stars in his eyes
Written by Results_May_Vary
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