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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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
Yesterday 00:30am
Yesterday 00:30am
Prisoner Behind My Eyes
I am a prisoner behind my eyes.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
Oh! There is no gatekeeper!
I am trapped forever by psychosis.
And there is no quality of life here within.
My mind is a padded prison cell
where restrained, I throw myself into the walls.
I scream for help, but there is no reply.
I gaze on through my eyes to freedom,
but there is no way to signal for help.
Gazing on over the years helpless,
I’ve grown old and cold towards life.
I don’t feel there is a god to protect me.
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#PTSD
#surreal
41 reads
2 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
19th Jan 2025 8:24pm
19th Jan 2025 8:24pm
Born Onto Death Row
Every second I murder my life
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
I am alive
I am serving a death sentence
Born onto death row
Walking around
Dancing on my grave
By living, I am killing my life
Die, Die, Die
I breathe in
I breathe out
I am killing, digging a grave
Pounding coffin nails
I'm alive, I'm the killer
I'm the victim, I'm alive
#dark
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
#FeelingTrapped #TruthOfLife
50 reads
6 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
57 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
59 reads
2 Comments
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