Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 7:15pm
10th Jan 2025 7:15pm
Prisoner in my mind
I was being held a prisoner
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
#dark
#dreams
#FeelingTrapped
#nightmares
#shadows
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 10:56am
10th Jan 2025 10:56am
Held Captive
Suffer
Prisoner of your mind
Slave to its wicked concepts
A god in your head but you're dead inside
Lock with no key
Suffocating mystery
Now pay the price
Christ's chains hold you down
Lost in the empty abyss
No rest for the wicked was written in blood
Wretched misery
Harmless curiosity
Now pay the price
Walk off this thin line
Transcend death and life
Trade off, Compromise
What are you dying for?
Prisoner of your mind
Slave to its wicked concepts
A god in your head but you're dead inside
Lock with no key
Suffocating mystery
Now pay the price
Christ's chains hold you down
Lost in the empty abyss
No rest for the wicked was written in blood
Wretched misery
Harmless curiosity
Now pay the price
Walk off this thin line
Transcend death and life
Trade off, Compromise
What are you dying for?
#dark
#death
#FeelingTrapped #religion
#FeelingTrapped #religion
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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 6:38am
10th Jan 2025 6:38am
Mr. Fever
My moods change with the weather.
The more chaotic, the better.
I'm a storm system around the treasure.
A lonely island sinking; getting wetter.
Maybe soon the sun will break me.
All it's glory might just shake me.
Maybe God will finally date me.
He's the devil that always hates me.
I'm just spinning with the clouds.
My moods rumbling in and out.
Ill destroy everything i doubt.
It's best you find a safer route.
The more chaotic, the better.
I'm a storm system around the treasure.
A lonely island sinking; getting wetter.
Maybe soon the sun will break me.
All it's glory might just shake me.
Maybe God will finally date me.
He's the devil that always hates me.
I'm just spinning with the clouds.
My moods rumbling in and out.
Ill destroy everything i doubt.
It's best you find a safer route.
#FeelingTrapped
54 reads
15 Comments
StillisinInk
Poem Published
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
9th Jan 2025 9:48am
Buried freedom and Expectations.
Through the dumped imposition of expectation,
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
we stare at each other.
No words needed to slip into each other’s minds.
Is it finally getting us?
Maybe the Herculean Task wasn’t a good idea.
All those promises and wishes I made
to keep you safe —
shattering in front of my eyes.
And even after giving my best,
it’s futile.
Why is there no freedom for us,
if that’s the only thing we want?
Should I give in?
Will you give in?
Fight, flight, fallen —
I see no end.
Do you have some hope left?
I...
#anger
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#sadness
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Poet__2248
Poem Published
6th Jan 2025 1:39pm
6th Jan 2025 1:39pm
An itch
Her body is wrapped in bandage
For her skin does not scab
Once again
it is torn by her own nails
Which now protrude from her limbs
Her legs and arms horribly disfigured and impaled
Cut and bruised at her own hand
She tries not to look at them
As they only blemish her very vision
and claw at her memory
Void of mercy
and gentleness
they can no longer be hidden
stubbornly forgotten and encased in her bleeding flesh
Again, she will begin to itch
And then the memories
they will subside
after she has scratched raw...
For her skin does not scab
Once again
it is torn by her own nails
Which now protrude from her limbs
Her legs and arms horribly disfigured and impaled
Cut and bruised at her own hand
She tries not to look at them
As they only blemish her very vision
and claw at her memory
Void of mercy
and gentleness
they can no longer be hidden
stubbornly forgotten and encased in her bleeding flesh
Again, she will begin to itch
And then the memories
they will subside
after she has scratched raw...
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#vulnerability
#weakness
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Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 3:28am
26th Dec 2024 3:28am
When the tears fall silently
For sure through the process of life someone else, may walk into your life, 💕 leaving an impressive place in your own thoughts. Wondering if this is the one with insight and a spiritual soul of there heart. 💖 FOR sure it's gonna make you smile, yet you wonder could this be really real, or just more of the same mind games 😤 that so many still like to play. 🤔 To leave you alone and broken, like a shattered glass of broken pieces, 😭 THAT will never heal as those memories of the past, behind you have you feeling trap in ways that becomes, completely...
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
11th Dec 2024 10:52am
11th Dec 2024 10:52am
A Wake Up Call For You
Here's something all of you don't know
I've suffered for all your sins
I may jump through this computer
This is where the fun begins
I may hit you hard
Just turn the other cheek
Are you the righteous one?
I bet most of you are weak
Your optimistic dreams leave you in the dust
The god you pray to is beginning to rust
Your body has expired, dig yourself a grave
Points of light, quickly fade
Just a reminder, you won't be saved
You think your free, but your chained like a slave
Happy Holidays!
I've suffered for all your sins
I may jump through this computer
This is where the fun begins
I may hit you hard
Just turn the other cheek
Are you the righteous one?
I bet most of you are weak
Your optimistic dreams leave you in the dust
The god you pray to is beginning to rust
Your body has expired, dig yourself a grave
Points of light, quickly fade
Just a reminder, you won't be saved
You think your free, but your chained like a slave
Happy Holidays!
#betrayal
#FeelingTrapped
#motivational
#weakness
#zombies
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6 Comments
PAR
Poem Published
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
29th Nov 2024 1:28pm
Coaching Coursing
Lots of leadership, little joy,
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
in the trenches of bureaucracy.
Forced smiles, empty looks,
in a sea of orders, lost dreams.
Endless meetings,
unrealistic goals,
constant pressure,
brutal burdens.
Where did the lightness
of being go?
Between spreadsheets,
no one can see.
Hours and hours
for no reason,
Walls echoe with frustration.
Creativity under lock and key.
The soul cries for freedom.
Forgotten in a dark corner,
talents are lost on the wall.
Bosses...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#job
#prison
72 reads
4 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
24th Nov 2024 4:55am
24th Nov 2024 4:55am
Something that's not talking about
It's me again the story teller of unspoken words ✍️ For what I want to talk about is the affect of abuse. 😞 For it is very necessary to be able to share, your thoughts and insight and spiritual subconsciousness. For sure we never know what someone else is going through in there own personal life. For sure abuse in any way can be done in so many ways on so many levels.
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
YET the worst kind of abuse is mentally and emotionally and physically as it drains, from a person living with the disease of pain and depression and suffering and low self esteem. 😞 By the...
#abuse
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
122 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 10:33am
18th Nov 2024 10:33am
My Way Or The Highway!
Walk with me
Speak to me
Sleep with me
Moments with me
Love & adore me
No! You can't live with me
Tough!
Not happening
Yes we love each other,
but my space & freedom I love a whole lot more
Take some time
Grasp what I just cited
You can still come over
But only if you're invited
If you don't like the idea
Awesome!, you can move on
My way or the highway
Once were through, you're gone....forever
Speak to me
Sleep with me
Moments with me
Love & adore me
No! You can't live with me
Tough!
Not happening
Yes we love each other,
but my space & freedom I love a whole lot more
Take some time
Grasp what I just cited
You can still come over
But only if you're invited
If you don't like the idea
Awesome!, you can move on
My way or the highway
Once were through, you're gone....forever
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#love
#myself
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
Broken Crayons - To My Friend Withers
To my friend Withers ..
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
#abuse
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
13th Nov 2024 9:59pm
Field and Stream
In Lego-like snap tight word precision
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
I find that some to logic are immune
and incapable of bard concision
with their characters so rustically hewn
to typecast themselves with a bumpkin pride
that hunts and fishes the motorsport way
into a future where eloquence died
along with students in a bullet spray,
and then they only act to think and pray
and blame the horror show on mental health
because they WANT all the havoc to stay
in their rapacity for commonwealth
fueled by a hatred of those schools
where their...
#BDSM
#FeelingTrapped
#reading #ThrillSeeking
#reading #ThrillSeeking
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