Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
5th Feb 2025 11:35am
5th Feb 2025 11:35am
Nuclear Family
Have you tested your nuclear family today?
You may need to
There's been a nation wide falling out amongst this group
I wouldn't get to close
You may catch what they already have
Once contaminated,
Like so many American families
You'll never leave your home again
You may need to
There's been a nation wide falling out amongst this group
I wouldn't get to close
You may catch what they already have
Once contaminated,
Like so many American families
You'll never leave your home again
#environment
#family
#FeelingTrapped #home
#FeelingTrapped #home
84 reads
8 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
94 reads
2 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 2:37pm
8th Jan 2021 2:37pm
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY
#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
436 reads
3 Comments
Honoria
Poem Published
25th Jul 2022 6:11am
25th Jul 2022 6:11am
Garden of Thorns
Leave”, she said.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
Without malice, or contempt.
Just resignation.
Discontent had gone on
far too long to garner any other
emotion
“Just leave”, she whispered, too choked to be audible.
As she retreated to her
garden of thorns.
#secrets
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
1040 reads
58 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
183 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
86 reads
4 Comments
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
75 reads
15 Comments
PoetSpeak
Poem Published
20th Nov 2021 6:22pm
20th Nov 2021 6:22pm
Bound and Helpless in Chamber 44
I want you
Bound and helpless
Chamber 44
Are you listening ?
Bound and helpless
Chamber 44
Are you listening ?
#BDSM
#prison
#FeelingTrapped
523 reads
18 Comments
KristinaX
Poem Published
15th May 2022 3:45pm
15th May 2022 3:45pm
Contemplation and escape...
A thin trail of coffee aroma touched her soul strings.
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
And the rays of the spring sun played in a light haze in the quiet of the apartment.
In the soft foam of the airy drink, she built her castles.
The smell of coffee, caressing her thoughts, carried away far from the earth.
Dreams of happiness swirled over her, making her forget about the world and herself.
A cup of coffee in itself embodied a sensitive trembling, exciting fear.
And in a pleasant woody haze, taking a sip of fragrant darkness,
She wanted to become invisible, not to feel the severity of the...
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
541 reads
34 Comments
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
592 reads
29 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
16th Sep 2024 1:43am
16th Sep 2024 1:43am
Trade In
I need a new life,
even at my age
If I weren't so depressed
I'd be filled with rage
If I didn't have so much rage,
I wouldn't be depressed
I think you can surmise
my life is a mess
Sometimes I don't want to
truly means No, I can't
This matter is serious
it's not just a rant
You can't quit your job
the children need you!
I can't help them if I'm dead
I am one worn out Jew
I want to escape,
but where will I go?
That's for me to find out
And soon I will know.
even at my age
If I weren't so depressed
I'd be filled with rage
If I didn't have so much rage,
I wouldn't be depressed
I think you can surmise
my life is a mess
Sometimes I don't want to
truly means No, I can't
This matter is serious
it's not just a rant
You can't quit your job
the children need you!
I can't help them if I'm dead
I am one worn out Jew
I want to escape,
but where will I go?
That's for me to find out
And soon I will know.
#anxiety
#FeelingTrapped
155 reads
7 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
13th Feb 2025 00:59am
13th Feb 2025 00:59am
we are all just caught in a frame
you know that moment on the bus when you’re
aware that you’re talking to yourself
and embarrassed you look out of the window
and the world carries on just the same ..
aware that you’re talking to yourself
and embarrassed you look out of the window
and the world carries on just the same ..
#FeelingTrapped
51 reads
4 Comments
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