PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
30th Jun 2024 12:51pm
30th Jun 2024 12:51pm
Alien
of sober mind-but things feel strange; what once felt "normal" now not the same-
of "sober" mind-but doubt one's sane; one's mind is but a pendulum swing-
I want to "run"-to "dissappear"- into the arms of "nature's wings";
into the soil amongst the trees- no longer "heard" -nor ever "seen"- no longer bound as "human being"- just "gone" and "free"- from life's guarantee of misery....
...
of "sober" mind-but doubt one's sane; one's mind is but a pendulum swing-
I want to "run"-to "dissappear"- into the arms of "nature's wings";
into the soil amongst the trees- no longer "heard" -nor ever "seen"- no longer bound as "human being"- just "gone" and "free"- from life's guarantee of misery....
...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
#myself
#SelfReflection
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
25th Jun 2024 1:36pm
25th Jun 2024 1:36pm
dopamine chase to no where.... but the grave
if you could venture round the world times three for free- what would one's perspective of reality truly be?
for me? while nothing's ever taken for granted- would have had all there was to drink and eat- but in the end....
different faces and places.... never been big on conversations.... whether sober or high- concentration feels overated.... as does this very earthly creation....
this matrix breaks something in the mind- to make one eventually hate it....nothing "feels" "real"-...
for me? while nothing's ever taken for granted- would have had all there was to drink and eat- but in the end....
different faces and places.... never been big on conversations.... whether sober or high- concentration feels overated.... as does this very earthly creation....
this matrix breaks something in the mind- to make one eventually hate it....nothing "feels" "real"-...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeCycle
#MentalHealth
#philosophical
191 reads
cabcool
Poem Published
21st Jun 2024 2:35am
21st Jun 2024 2:35am
freedom and chains
Birds are a miracle because they prove to us there is a finer, simpler
state of being[,] which we may strive to attain.”—Douglas Coupland
“Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.”
—Louis de Bernieres
softly feathered, fluffy bird,
yours the sweetest song i’ve heard,
how inclined your head, to look
as, perhaps, i were a book
you must struggle hard to read!
what new lessons could i teach
one whose wit i must beseech
to expand the narrowness
into which i now recess?
edify my...
state of being[,] which we may strive to attain.”—Douglas Coupland
“Man is a bird without wings and a bird is a man without sorrow.”
—Louis de Bernieres
softly feathered, fluffy bird,
yours the sweetest song i’ve heard,
how inclined your head, to look
as, perhaps, i were a book
you must struggle hard to read!
what new lessons could i teach
one whose wit i must beseech
to expand the narrowness
into which i now recess?
edify my...
#birds
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#freedom
#humankind
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Lilliputian
Poem Published
17th Jun 2024 12:46pm
17th Jun 2024 12:46pm
Time, Again
just a while ago the world was a blur
a relentless race
as i tried to catch up to its speed
now the time came to a halt
the clock barely ticks and the days stretch out
as i get trapped between
pulling away from its strains to flee
and clinging desperately to sink in
all of a lather to step out
and when i hardly slip away
the world's a blur once again
while i finally gasp for air
only to scramble after
time, again
a relentless race
as i tried to catch up to its speed
now the time came to a halt
the clock barely ticks and the days stretch out
as i get trapped between
pulling away from its strains to flee
and clinging desperately to sink in
all of a lather to step out
and when i hardly slip away
the world's a blur once again
while i finally gasp for air
only to scramble after
time, again
#anxiety
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
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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
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
29th May 2024 2:25pm
29th May 2024 2:25pm
for the dreamer
rose colored contact lenses- one's unable to remove; a "dreamer"- that dreams up things that will most likely never come true....
best case senerio- is to fall deep into a snooze; "reality" is a genre known better as the blues....
50 shades of grey-though there's only 1 person in the room; believe there's more to life than any doctrine choice of soup....
whom or whatever created this.... it's not wise for one to assume.... but I'd be dishonest if I said I was feeling all the "rules".... ...
best case senerio- is to fall deep into a snooze; "reality" is a genre known better as the blues....
50 shades of grey-though there's only 1 person in the room; believe there's more to life than any doctrine choice of soup....
whom or whatever created this.... it's not wise for one to assume.... but I'd be dishonest if I said I was feeling all the "rules".... ...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
27th May 2024 7:48am
27th May 2024 7:48am
a "right side of the brain" baby with brush strokes of the left....
I used to believe in "love"-"happy endings" "community" with an overall little to no resistance reality-and boy was I out of touch....
but that's a good portion of folks once upon a time before one more or less later "adapts" to the gravity of what is....
I was very young and naive....I still remember him well-the younger version of me....since then-sense of direction to a certin degree has increased-though wouldn't say significantly; more mindfulness came with time at the very least....
...
but that's a good portion of folks once upon a time before one more or less later "adapts" to the gravity of what is....
I was very young and naive....I still remember him well-the younger version of me....since then-sense of direction to a certin degree has increased-though wouldn't say significantly; more mindfulness came with time at the very least....
...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
#LifeCycle #SelfReflection
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Billy_Snagg
Poem Published
20th May 2024 11:59pm
20th May 2024 11:59pm
Abinger Hammer
My heart belongs in Abinger Hammer -
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
You know, that cute little sleepy village,
That sits deep in the heart of the Surrey Hills -
The so-called stockbroker belt!
Living somewhere like Abinger,
Means you've made it somehow!
Pronounced Ab-BIN-JER, not Ab-BING-er,
I once thought, as an awkward 16 year old,
Spotty slow learning backwardly mobile
wiry haired retard!
You can tell I didn't like myself much then,
Can't you?
But I hate getting things wrong -
Possibly a symptom of my progressing OCD!
However,...
#confusion
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#hope
#identity
630 reads
29 Comments
PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
11th May 2024 5:01pm
11th May 2024 5:01pm
whiskey on the rocks....
one day, this body will enter a morgue-naked, cold, and in darkness; I don't know what to make of this world that I inhabit-or the point of my very existence for that matter....
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
soul filled with so much numbness.... an extension yet separate piece of the whole of whatever we are.... someone one day assigned a name called "human" among other things to us....
well....
this rollercoaster barely lets up-soul wonders what is source really- and why did source do this? is there a final destination or something else for better-worth while to even...
#earth
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#spiritual
#suffering
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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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PeaceFlpw
Peace Flow
Peace Flow
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 7:00am
28th Apr 2024 7:00am
psychology of.... an escapee
if i held the keys to freedom; if I only held the keys; those wheels would hit much different-on the ground beneath my feet....
if I held the keys to freedom; there's many different brands; I'd never thought I'd see the day I'd truly understand....
I could stop the grains of sand pouring down this hour glass; I wouldn't have to think of round about ways off the land....
if I held the keys to freedom- all the noise would fade away; I could always have the option to go or if I'd stay....
if I held the keys to freedom- I...
if I held the keys to freedom; there's many different brands; I'd never thought I'd see the day I'd truly understand....
I could stop the grains of sand pouring down this hour glass; I wouldn't have to think of round about ways off the land....
if I held the keys to freedom- all the noise would fade away; I could always have the option to go or if I'd stay....
if I held the keys to freedom- I...
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#MentalHealth
215 reads
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
26th Apr 2024 8:28pm
26th Apr 2024 8:28pm
Rockabye
He tucked a bairn in his cradle
Softly sweet, yes.
On noir sheets for his guest
Rock rock, swing swing
She falls into a lucid dream
He holds her so, in this cradle built
Of finest cedar, lined with silk
She tries to sleep, she begs for rest
As arms invade her secret nest
Whispers ever softly
In his cradle swinging fast
“Rockabye rockabye”
Like mothers soothe their babies
Now, where is that nurtured hold?
His body here, but bitter cold
She cries, she fights, and kicks the crib
Green eyes...
Softly sweet, yes.
On noir sheets for his guest
Rock rock, swing swing
She falls into a lucid dream
He holds her so, in this cradle built
Of finest cedar, lined with silk
She tries to sleep, she begs for rest
As arms invade her secret nest
Whispers ever softly
In his cradle swinging fast
“Rockabye rockabye”
Like mothers soothe their babies
Now, where is that nurtured hold?
His body here, but bitter cold
She cries, she fights, and kicks the crib
Green eyes...
#abuse
#alcohol
#dark
#FeelingTrapped
#NaPoWriMo2024
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DU Poetry : Poems about Feeling Trapped
