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
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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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moon_bather
Poem Published
18th Feb 2025 1:54am
18th Feb 2025 1:54am
How Many Times
That bastard sun shines down
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
Upon my porcelain heart
Ready to break
At any instant
A blackhole once loved
Leaves me defiant
Sinking in this whirlpool
Left deaf by the cuckoo
Always roaring
With that inner voice
The tragedy called life
Leaves a simple choice
#dark
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#frustration
#LifeStruggles
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Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
Finality
Much Chaos!
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#hurt
73 reads
2 Comments
JessicaMurray
Ghoul Queen
Ghoul Queen
Poem Published
27th Sep 2024 6:51am
27th Sep 2024 6:51am
I need release
There’s a sickening deep feeling from the hallows of my chest
My insides twinge and churn
I claw at my guts
I need release
I can feel my skin crawling
My thoughts weigh heavy
I need release
I chew my right nails, then the left
I twist my hair between my fingers
I can feel my scalp itching
I pluck one hair, then two, but two’s not enough but three’s too many
What do I do?
I can’t think
I can’t focus
I can’t speak
I need release
I can feel the blood pumping in my veins
They feel like they’re...
My insides twinge and churn
I claw at my guts
I need release
I can feel my skin crawling
My thoughts weigh heavy
I need release
I chew my right nails, then the left
I twist my hair between my fingers
I can feel my scalp itching
I pluck one hair, then two, but two’s not enough but three’s too many
What do I do?
I can’t think
I can’t focus
I can’t speak
I need release
I can feel the blood pumping in my veins
They feel like they’re...
#anxiety
#conflict
#FeelingTrapped
229 reads
3 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 1:43am
16th Sep 2024 1:43am
Trade In
I need a new life,
even at my age
If I weren't so depressed
I'd be filled with rage
If I didn't have so much rage,
I wouldn't be depressed
I think you can surmise
my life is a mess
Sometimes I don't want to
truly means No, I can't
This matter is serious
it's not just a rant
You can't quit your job
the children need you!
I can't help them if I'm dead
I am one worn out Jew
I want to escape,
but where will I go?
That's for me to find out
And soon I will know.
even at my age
If I weren't so depressed
I'd be filled with rage
If I didn't have so much rage,
I wouldn't be depressed
I think you can surmise
my life is a mess
Sometimes I don't want to
truly means No, I can't
This matter is serious
it's not just a rant
You can't quit your job
the children need you!
I can't help them if I'm dead
I am one worn out Jew
I want to escape,
but where will I go?
That's for me to find out
And soon I will know.
#anxiety
#FeelingTrapped
160 reads
7 Comments
Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
1st Sep 2024 9:10am
1st Sep 2024 9:10am
between the words we don't say
Let's not talk about this
so you can call me a liar
so you can bury yourself in denial
I don't need your validation
the truth won't set anyone free
and I'm not sure I want to
hold that gun to anyone's head
least of all my own
I can't change our world
with self-righteous violence
and you wear the victim
with all the pride of a horror movie
make-up artist
ripping the very real throat out
of an imaginary woman
Don't speak
don't make it real
someone might tell you
it's...
so you can call me a liar
so you can bury yourself in denial
I don't need your validation
the truth won't set anyone free
and I'm not sure I want to
hold that gun to anyone's head
least of all my own
I can't change our world
with self-righteous violence
and you wear the victim
with all the pride of a horror movie
make-up artist
ripping the very real throat out
of an imaginary woman
Don't speak
don't make it real
someone might tell you
it's...
#abuse
#FeelingTrapped
#grief #MeToo
#grief #MeToo
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
11th Aug 2024 2:10am
11th Aug 2024 2:10am
don't pretend you love my sharp edges
I'm trapped inside this misery
and I bruise the walls
with the erratic swings
of my mood
from silent to violent
and back again
I stand before you
in trepidation
wanting more
but not knowing how to ask
for the cage I've always
been desperate to escape
I too often
love the things I hate
I push you away
when I'd rather crawl beneath
your skin
dig my fingers into your mind
and see what you see
If looks could kill
I'd have killed myself
in my own reflection ...
and I bruise the walls
with the erratic swings
of my mood
from silent to violent
and back again
I stand before you
in trepidation
wanting more
but not knowing how to ask
for the cage I've always
been desperate to escape
I too often
love the things I hate
I push you away
when I'd rather crawl beneath
your skin
dig my fingers into your mind
and see what you see
If looks could kill
I'd have killed myself
in my own reflection ...
#anger
#depression
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#relationships
318 reads
6 Comments
herry_the_poet
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 7:04pm
30th Jun 2024 7:04pm
Hotel Tango
Equinox in a couple of days
finds me right back where I began
I 'm running laps to beat the band
as a professional wheel man
It's typically steady tonight
for an indian summer's eve
But during my Mary-go-rounds
there's this asshole I can't believe
The street, traffic and neon lights
have already replaced the sun
Of course the radio is broke
making all this that much more fun
And I'm braking laws like a fiend
getting from Point A to Point B
Texting and passing on the right
and my seat belt's loose - honestly
...
finds me right back where I began
I 'm running laps to beat the band
as a professional wheel man
It's typically steady tonight
for an indian summer's eve
But during my Mary-go-rounds
there's this asshole I can't believe
The street, traffic and neon lights
have already replaced the sun
Of course the radio is broke
making all this that much more fun
And I'm braking laws like a fiend
getting from Point A to Point B
Texting and passing on the right
and my seat belt's loose - honestly
...
#bullying
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
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brokentitanium
k.
k.
Poem Published
13th Jun 2024 3:59pm
13th Jun 2024 3:59pm
Back to Sleep
A photograph from years ago,
recognizable but strange
She didn’t know what lay ahead,
how things would rearrange
All the fights were familiar ones,
memories stayed buried deep
The kool-aid tasted sweet back then,
the wolves still looked like sheep.
She looks back with a sigh,
“Let me go back to sleep…”
take me back to before I woke up
just let me close my mind
heart wrapped safe in its own cocoon
comfortable and blind
let me go
back to sleep
please…
rewind
Why did she ever...
recognizable but strange
She didn’t know what lay ahead,
how things would rearrange
All the fights were familiar ones,
memories stayed buried deep
The kool-aid tasted sweet back then,
the wolves still looked like sheep.
She looks back with a sigh,
“Let me go back to sleep…”
take me back to before I woke up
just let me close my mind
heart wrapped safe in its own cocoon
comfortable and blind
let me go
back to sleep
please…
rewind
Why did she ever...
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#memories #SelfReflection
#memories #SelfReflection
283 reads
12 Comments
Maple666
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 4:22am
3rd May 2024 4:22am
Twist and Shake .
When you are feeling blue and stressed why do your senses think it's a good time to party all day and might.
You can't sleep as your mind is faster than your broadband it's on speed at 301 terabits per second.
But your body is on the opposite side of the coin your legs and feet you would swear on the holy bible in court that they have been filled with cement. The only saving grace is that they haven't set yet.
Why has your hearing morphed into that of a bat at 120dB its a constant hammering of a pneumatic drill that makes you jump out of your skin.
Your eyes have...
You can't sleep as your mind is faster than your broadband it's on speed at 301 terabits per second.
But your body is on the opposite side of the coin your legs and feet you would swear on the holy bible in court that they have been filled with cement. The only saving grace is that they haven't set yet.
Why has your hearing morphed into that of a bat at 120dB its a constant hammering of a pneumatic drill that makes you jump out of your skin.
Your eyes have...
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#responsibility
#sleep
#vulnerability
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Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Apr 2024 1:00pm
5th Apr 2024 1:00pm
Alice
Alice stayed at home.
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
Losing track of time.
She escaped into her imagination.
Where she traveled everyday.
She escaped into Wonderland.
And saw a cheshire cat.
She saw white roses painted red.
And a mad hatter as he sat.
He had a twisted smile.
She stayed there for a while.
Her head went up in the clouds.
Where has she gone now?
Has she escaped into her head?
Or was it to escape her frown?
At first,she did not know what it meant.
But she kept daydreaming,cheshire cat said.
When she...
#dreams
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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