Hell

Quietly Suffering

Damn white picket fence  
I have lost my way  
Lost all sense  
Sick and tired of playing house  
It's chained me down  
Sucked me in  
Sucked me dry  
About to drown  
I have been molded and shaped  
Unable to escape  
This image you have created  
My own reflection causing so much pain  
I beg you to unlock these chains  
On my knees  
Please let be  
Can't you see your killing me  
In the end none of this matters  
Here I'll stay bonded by honor  
 

In the Void

My silent screams
go unheard
as the train moves on
and I with it
divided
 
'I miss you'
stretches out my death
while I row in mud, over oxygen
and sink deeper
into opaque lexicon
 
Not having drowned
I stay my course
for the release
that is to come with
your answering

Chained Man

I am the chained man at your dinner table
Depriving myself of a vital subsistence
Unable to taste the sweet nectar of grace
For my taste buds have been burned away

I am the chained man at your bedside
Tired eyes cast adrift in a motionless state
Unable to sleep in soundless waves
For my eyelids have been cut away

I am the chained man at your doorstep
Asking to be granted entrance but ignored
Unable to master the resolute protections
For my fingers have been severed at the tips

I am the chained man in your basement cellar
Hearing the occasional footsteps against floorboards
Reminds me that I am yet alive but that death is near
For my lungs suffocate with neglect in the stale air

I am the chained man on the tailgate of your pickup truck
Bounding in gasping breaths hastening to keep the pace
Unable to catch your speed I falter and loose my balance
For my legs and knees have crumbled in your wake

I am the chained man in your dreams of fantasy
Fading from sight my visage is ghostly and transparent
Unable to remain against torrential floods of memory
For my thoughts grow weak and diminish their spark

I am the chained man imprisoned in a sphere of glass
Looking beyond the veil at visions of blissful eloquence
The skin of my wrists has been reduced to mortar and bone
For my escape from this self-imposed bastille of isolation is impossible

I am the chained man barricaded by walls of reflective metal
Forced to examine my decay in the mire of echoing solitude
I lick my wounds in silence with dry cracked lips
For my tongue has melted away and I can no longer speak

I am the chained man suffering through inhibition and inaction
Yet understanding that my destiny is to remain confined
To be a victim of my own doing and to reside in secrecy
For my afflicted body and tortured mind will never know love

Two large beds, two lamps. A glass door.
There is a cake, a flat screen television.
Chips and knock-off brand two-liters
of favored sodas.
There is people. A few now, but soon
there will be more.
The night has yet to begin.
The party is at its calmest.
I hope for a lock on the bathroom door.
Out of fear
of the breakdown
waning its ugly head in and out
from under the bed.

It's the only time silence drowns out the laughter.
I'm afraid again.

Page_Writer said:My Hell

Bell rings-- Class in session.

Ignore the glances from the sombre faces that dot the halls,
the monsters that slither into the seats wearing masks that
make them look like humans for a split second.

I know that the storm is coming,
I see the monsters still.
Because I have gotten close enough to
look under those fake, pathetic facades
and see the dark, sinister creatures hiding under
those masks.

Look at her.
She looks like a nice person, wrong she's an evil Gorgon that will turn your heart to stone with just once glance.
He seems funny but he is only trying to trick young girls into
opening the door that should kept sacred until marriage or true love.
That girl seems endearing, but do not trust her--
Because under her curly brown locks and glasses lies a cold blooded killer that had a hit list on all of her friends.

Bell rings-- Time to go to your next class.

There is no where for people like me in this valley of punishment. There is no salvation for people like me, people that cannot make it through the day and need to hide before the monsters can get their hearts.
What our teachers and vice principals see as a harmless girl, I see as a person who hates me and will do whatever she can to make my life living hell.

I can't do this.
This pretending that these Holister sporting wannabes do.
Walking through the halls, pretending that school is an awesome place. Pretending that they are "individuals", you are not your own person if you got the same pair of shoes that everyone else has.
You are a sheep and you are lining yourself up to be slaughtered by the master.
Among the masses I stand out, making sure to be different and not follow any trends. I do not want to be normal in any way, shape or form.
I want to just be me.
I want to just be happy.
But until I escape the halls at 2:08pm every day, I am a prisoner of the creatures, the monsters, the evils demons that run this mad house.

Don't get me started on work. . .
School work.
Homework.
Projects.
Papers.
Books to be read.
Study guides need to be completed.
Notes need to be taken.

Need to be on time.
Need to be paying attention.
Don't listen to music.
Listen to the people talking behind your back.
Make sure that everyone sees that you're different.
They will pick you apart.
Do not act like you're awesome and you don't care.
Because you will be a made into a joke.

I know.
I am.
Have been.
Always will be.

And then the school wonders why I'm always hiding.
It doesn't matter to them.
I just need to be punished, ISS, detention. . .
Don't expect that makes me better.
I still hate people.
They still hate me.

Putting me among the masses, makes me a victim
And they are all the monsters.
This is my hell.

Winner

congrats Paige_Writer.:)

Beautiful_accident. Loved your entry.

Grace. As always.

Another fine competition comes to an end.

OctoberArts. Enjoyed.:) Hope to have more
s o o n.

Yay...!! Paige_Writer.:) you won!! congratulations!! Beautiful_accident, wow! *claps* Yay! Me! Thanks My Sumeet!