Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Apr 2025 00:19am
10th Apr 2025 00:19am
Shadow of Fear
You can drive a car if you do it right
but you can't go far if it puts you out of sight
you can't look at girls
you can't drink anything
you got to get your kicks in the shadow of fear
You stay out late when they think your young
then they find out, there gonna want you hung
so you try to understand that you might get near
cause your lost alone in the shadow of fear
So you found a chick that you think is fine
but you fell too fast so you lost your mind
society looks, but they turn their ears
you got to get your kicks in...
but you can't go far if it puts you out of sight
you can't look at girls
you can't drink anything
you got to get your kicks in the shadow of fear
You stay out late when they think your young
then they find out, there gonna want you hung
so you try to understand that you might get near
cause your lost alone in the shadow of fear
So you found a chick that you think is fine
but you fell too fast so you lost your mind
society looks, but they turn their ears
you got to get your kicks in...
#FeelingTrapped
#lyrics
#rebellion
#rhyming
#teens
99 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
30th Jan 2025 2:36am
30th Jan 2025 2:36am
Stay out of the darkness
As the days turned into night a shifting is taking place in the world in our lives as well, for sure it's getting to the point that it's becoming more darker by the minutes as time. Slowly passes by the like day into night, through this realm of what is happening to our very deepness of what is life. Now let's just a minute to analyze, what I'm saying as you read between the lines, through my unspoken words. ✍️ FOR when we are facing a situation, that we will have no real control over. THAT we start to feel some kind of way, feeling trapped in a place that only shows, us the...
#emptiness
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#suffering
153 reads
2 Comments
Billy_Snagg
Jizzman
Jizzman
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
664 reads
29 Comments
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
213 reads
7 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
117 reads
4 Comments
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
309 reads
12 Comments
Cipher_O
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2021 11:50am
23rd Aug 2021 11:50am
justice
A corrupt framework,
in the inner workings -
of all forms of work,
here in this world.
I expect only injustice.
I expect only inhumanity.
I expect only self service.
Of… Humanity.
Because…
The only justice -
Exists in the transcendence
of… Justice.
An occurrence -
that exists
in a spiritual/intellectual process
of… Exits.
You cannot hurt me -
because I am not here,
in your nation state city,
governed in structures of fear.
You cannot manipulate me -
because...
in the inner workings -
of all forms of work,
here in this world.
I expect only injustice.
I expect only inhumanity.
I expect only self service.
Of… Humanity.
Because…
The only justice -
Exists in the transcendence
of… Justice.
An occurrence -
that exists
in a spiritual/intellectual process
of… Exits.
You cannot hurt me -
because I am not here,
in your nation state city,
governed in structures of fear.
You cannot manipulate me -
because...
#humankind
#misunderstood
#despair
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
470 reads
6 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
4th Mar 2025 5:26pm
4th Mar 2025 5:26pm
Abuse
There are worse things,
than caring about what you think.
Like feeling like dying everyday,
Or going months without sleep.
Listen to my phone.
Can you hear me moan?
I know I'm not alone.
Staring blankly in my home.
I hope that when I smile,
It makes you happy for a while.
Because I never get to see you,
I only get to tease you.
I hope that all your friends,
Understand why I hate them.
Always trying to blend in,
While I constantly miss him.
I...
than caring about what you think.
Like feeling like dying everyday,
Or going months without sleep.
Listen to my phone.
Can you hear me moan?
I know I'm not alone.
Staring blankly in my home.
I hope that when I smile,
It makes you happy for a while.
Because I never get to see you,
I only get to tease you.
I hope that all your friends,
Understand why I hate them.
Always trying to blend in,
While I constantly miss him.
I...
#FeelingTrapped
#loneliness
#secrets #technology
#secrets #technology
155 reads
10 Comments
nutbuster
D C
D C
Poem Published
5th Jun 2019 6:54pm
5th Jun 2019 6:54pm
There I will be
There I will be
Draw back that heavy curtain, take my outstretched hand when you feel so painfully uncertain when you can't hold back your tears when you're screaming inside and gripped by your darkest fears.
There I will be.
When your spirit is weeping seems there's no comfort in sight energy epilated too weary to fight if you've depleted your blessings and the box lays bare and angels are no longer there.
There I will be.
If you feel you have no value to most you're just there just a shadow of a person can't bring yourself to...
Draw back that heavy curtain, take my outstretched hand when you feel so painfully uncertain when you can't hold back your tears when you're screaming inside and gripped by your darkest fears.
There I will be.
When your spirit is weeping seems there's no comfort in sight energy epilated too weary to fight if you've depleted your blessings and the box lays bare and angels are no longer there.
There I will be.
If you feel you have no value to most you're just there just a shadow of a person can't bring yourself to...
#emptiness
#FeelingTrapped
638 reads
3 Comments
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
131 reads
5 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
305 reads
7 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 2:37pm
8th Jan 2021 2:37pm
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY
#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
461 reads
3 Comments
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