DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 3:32pm
7th Apr 2025 3:32pm
Why I'm Glad My Parents Were Never Held Accountable
It's harrowing for me to even say this. I'm disassociated while I type.
Have nightmares that never sleep. That never go away. Of my mother so vile on that screen screaming at me in a way I never ever had heard before. Deafening. To reveal how she really felt about me all this time. How horrifying it is. The horror. God knows what she put me through. I feel like I'm becoming a mini version of her. But I'm facing it either way, and it's beyond what hell is. It's nothing and everything all at once.
I have always thought my mom was a serial killer, and I still have...
Have nightmares that never sleep. That never go away. Of my mother so vile on that screen screaming at me in a way I never ever had heard before. Deafening. To reveal how she really felt about me all this time. How horrifying it is. The horror. God knows what she put me through. I feel like I'm becoming a mini version of her. But I'm facing it either way, and it's beyond what hell is. It's nothing and everything all at once.
I have always thought my mom was a serial killer, and I still have...
#abuse
#FeelingTrapped
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Ljdynamic
Poem Published
7th Apr 2025 1:44pm
7th Apr 2025 1:44pm
Self-Sabotage
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
Bound to the abuse, what do I deprive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Enveloped in moments, lost in the night.
The trauma cradles the failure to thrive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
The heat escapes, and the shadows frostbite.
Icicles frost my wings; will I survive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Caught in my mental space, I have no fight.
Fractured to pieces, beaten but alive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
...
Bound to the abuse, what do I deprive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Enveloped in moments, lost in the night.
The trauma cradles the failure to thrive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
The heat escapes, and the shadows frostbite.
Icicles frost my wings; will I survive?
My wingspan has limits; I have no flight.
Caught in my mental space, I have no fight.
Fractured to pieces, beaten but alive.
Unable to stand strong and reach new heights.
...
#FeelingTrapped
#villanelle
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BeautifulNothing2
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2025 7:33am
2nd Apr 2025 7:33am
Heart Of The Devil
I drank with his darkness,
I consumed his evil desires,
Now I dance with his demons,
Who smile at my demise,
I can't escape his eternal hell,
I'm trapped by the heart of the Devil.
I consumed his evil desires,
Now I dance with his demons,
Who smile at my demise,
I can't escape his eternal hell,
I'm trapped by the heart of the Devil.
#abuse
#dark
#devil
#FeelingTrapped
#hell
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
30th Mar 2025 2:20pm
Sunny Eyes
Sunny eyes beam through this storm of fury.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
Before me, the whirling fog illuminates white
at the pulses of lightning from within me.
I do not know what can damper this storm.
What antipsychotic medication can calm!
I prefer to trek on blindly through
the fog of the psychotic episodes -
I as the lightning pulses from my eyes -
my still healthy consciousness illumines
my life’s path before me and it’s scary.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#SelfReflection
#surreal
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saintgermain
Poem Published
27th Mar 2025 7:35am
27th Mar 2025 7:35am
Bury me
No flowers, no prayers, no whispered regret—
just dirt swallowing what’s left of me.
No hands to fold, no tears to fall,
only silence, thick and suffocating.
They do not come, not after everything.
Not after I made my love a blade,
cut them open just to watch them bleed,
pushed them far enough to never return.
The world does not stop, not for ghosts,
not for the wreckage I became.
Only the worms will cradle my bones,
only the dark will call me home.
just dirt swallowing what’s left of me.
No hands to fold, no tears to fall,
only silence, thick and suffocating.
They do not come, not after everything.
Not after I made my love a blade,
cut them open just to watch them bleed,
pushed them far enough to never return.
The world does not stop, not for ghosts,
not for the wreckage I became.
Only the worms will cradle my bones,
only the dark will call me home.
#despair
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #grief
#FeelingTrapped #grief
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
22nd Mar 2025 2:21am
22nd Mar 2025 2:21am
human mask(s) & flesh suit(s)- and the concept of ascension....
many are drawn to philosophical conversations- including me; but honestly- just as my profile "quote" reads-"I don't belong here"- or I don't want to exist- at least not in this current reality....
though I'm fascinated with certain aspects here- i feel it's too deep; like for example-when I go to close my eyes- I'd actually like to get a good sleep as opposed to a supposed "message" in a dream.... -i'd just rather not please- though despite my plees- every now and then it still proceeds....
anyway.... I know I have what we call...
though I'm fascinated with certain aspects here- i feel it's too deep; like for example-when I go to close my eyes- I'd actually like to get a good sleep as opposed to a supposed "message" in a dream.... -i'd just rather not please- though despite my plees- every now and then it still proceeds....
anyway.... I know I have what we call...
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
#escape #FeelingTrapped
#escape #FeelingTrapped
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
20th Mar 2025 5:11pm
20th Mar 2025 5:11pm
"checked out...."
one understands like never before; hence one's poem about hallways full of doors; there are things one could as well as can't ignore; things one wouldn't, and things one would explore....
the flesh is coded- the realm is code galore; one often contemplates the void beyond the inevitable exit door; one certainly feels the need to leave...."early".
one's been beaten upside the head til concussion- from others' popular beliefs; Big Krit said it perfectly-how we need each others' energy as a species.... the thought- it irritates...
the flesh is coded- the realm is code galore; one often contemplates the void beyond the inevitable exit door; one certainly feels the need to leave...."early".
one's been beaten upside the head til concussion- from others' popular beliefs; Big Krit said it perfectly-how we need each others' energy as a species.... the thought- it irritates...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom #MentalHealth
#freedom #MentalHealth
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
16th Mar 2025 12:38pm
16th Mar 2025 12:38pm
"happy accident "
rock, paper, scissors.... dice rolls.... mirrored conversations in the fun house.... dream sequences of sorts- every emotion- absorbed-sticky the flesh suit in swamp soup; till the inevitable vomit....
walking a once upon a time scorched earth-town of horrors- now "modern time" illusionary amusement parks- with cotton candy- and hypnosis of varied kinds....
fantasizing about the deepest "trip" of one's life- whilst- dire need to psych out one's mind from this- so unreal before one's eyes- because...
walking a once upon a time scorched earth-town of horrors- now "modern time" illusionary amusement parks- with cotton candy- and hypnosis of varied kinds....
fantasizing about the deepest "trip" of one's life- whilst- dire need to psych out one's mind from this- so unreal before one's eyes- because...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeCycle #philosophical
#LifeCycle #philosophical
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Ambjr
Poem Published
15th Mar 2025 11:06am
15th Mar 2025 11:06am
the box
a battered elm box with rusted hinges
corners worn from years of use
latches that require a specific touch
deep gouges scar its surface
betrayin the chaos it holds
its weight shifts unpredictably
light enough to balance on fingertips
then breakin shoulders with its burden
an object that breathes in shadows
expandin slightly with every heartbeat
durin quiet hours it whispers in C minor
the same broken chord repeatin til dawn
the lid stubbornly resists
til struck at the upper left edge
a sharp blow that momentarily...
corners worn from years of use
latches that require a specific touch
deep gouges scar its surface
betrayin the chaos it holds
its weight shifts unpredictably
light enough to balance on fingertips
then breakin shoulders with its burden
an object that breathes in shadows
expandin slightly with every heartbeat
durin quiet hours it whispers in C minor
the same broken chord repeatin til dawn
the lid stubbornly resists
til struck at the upper left edge
a sharp blow that momentarily...
#FeelingTrapped
#StreamOfConsciousness
125 reads
5 Comments
rksingh
Poem Published
14th Mar 2025 5:02pm
14th Mar 2025 5:02pm
POETRY UNSAFE
She doesn't like to see me
take bath in the sun
or cross the doors naked
the body frightens her
even in the dark
as if buried in dust
the whole year passes
with her turning on me
like rheumatic twinge
emptiness haunts
with mind in the gutter
poetry unsafe
--R K Singh
take bath in the sun
or cross the doors naked
the body frightens her
even in the dark
as if buried in dust
the whole year passes
with her turning on me
like rheumatic twinge
emptiness haunts
with mind in the gutter
poetry unsafe
--R K Singh
#emptiness
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
#rejection
#UnrequitedLove
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
8th Mar 2025 8:26pm
8th Mar 2025 8:26pm
tracks, tunnels, trains....
I see the truth-i so desperately choose to refuse; I soak within illusions- because they're comfortable.... like being fully clothed- with a decent pair of shoes; things aren't all too bad, when one's locked inside a room;
drinking boose like juice- thoughts of life's impending doom; knowing that one never will get rid of shades of blues; plagued with thoughts that come and go- that opens all the wounds....
worlds apart from many- took the red pill and the blue; flight is what I do- every time chaos ensues; and...
drinking boose like juice- thoughts of life's impending doom; knowing that one never will get rid of shades of blues; plagued with thoughts that come and go- that opens all the wounds....
worlds apart from many- took the red pill and the blue; flight is what I do- every time chaos ensues; and...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#honesty
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 5:26pm
4th Mar 2025 5:26pm
Abuse
There are worse things,
than caring about what you think.
Like feeling like dying everyday,
Or going months without sleep.
Listen to my phone.
Can you hear me moan?
I know I'm not alone.
Staring blankly in my home.
I hope that when I smile,
It makes you happy for a while.
Because I never get to see you,
I only get to tease you.
I hope that all your friends,
Understand why I hate them.
Always trying to blend in,
While I constantly miss him.
I...
than caring about what you think.
Like feeling like dying everyday,
Or going months without sleep.
Listen to my phone.
Can you hear me moan?
I know I'm not alone.
Staring blankly in my home.
I hope that when I smile,
It makes you happy for a while.
Because I never get to see you,
I only get to tease you.
I hope that all your friends,
Understand why I hate them.
Always trying to blend in,
While I constantly miss him.
I...
#FeelingTrapped
#loneliness
#secrets #technology
#secrets #technology
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DU Poetry : Poems about Feeling Trapped
