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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Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:56am
Yesterday 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
33 reads
7 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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AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
Yesterday 6:38am
Yesterday 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
46 reads
15 Comments
BaldyBrown
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 8:07am
21st Oct 2024 8:07am
Eulogy for a Bonsai
I have to come clean as I return to see
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important
than yours, but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves more
than anything or anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would wink at me
and tempt me to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we...
your ashen corpse and dried leaves
My survival became more important
than yours, but now I feel badly.
Humans choose to love their own selves more
than anything or anyone they choose to love
Don’t believe what they say in their poems
I loved you because you would wink at me
and tempt me to hear the silent moment
I will never forget your beautiful nebari
Funny, I learned that word when I met you
I put you under the cruel sun and fed you
It worked as long as we...
#bittersweet
#choices
#disappointment
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
17th Dec 2024 10:38pm
17th Dec 2024 10:38pm
Werewolves, Vampires, & Ghosts(inspired by Being Human tv Series)
I think I know which one I'd fall under; suppressed lust and insatiable hunger(Werewolf); I know which one I'd like to be- and relate with from my world's view- but don't "live my life" quite like you do(ghost); I understand the fate you feel- the ways you'd like to make a deal- to rid that "monster's" "aches that kill"-we're different but relate for real(Vampire)....
#FeelingTrapped
#humankind
#LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles
#philosophical
53 reads
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
57 reads
2 Comments
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