Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
10th Jan 2025 7:15pm
10th Jan 2025 7:15pm
Prisoner in my mind
I was being held a prisoner
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
Not sure where, but I couldn't escape
The shadow was tormenting me, telling me I was going to die
There was no apparent motive or reasoning behind this statement
I saw a knife
It looked more like a blade
A blade you would see in those machine shops, cutting lumber
My hands and legs were chained
Someone stood behind me holding my head back
This person kept whispering, "You are going to die, You are going to die"
I began to tear up thinking, "What can I possibly do to get out of this dilemma...
#dark
#dreams
#FeelingTrapped
#nightmares
#shadows
67 reads
9 Comments
TheOralizer
Poem Published
8th Jan 2021 2:37pm
8th Jan 2021 2:37pm
THE FAILURES OF BED THERAPY
#abuse
#bullying
#ignorance
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
407 reads
3 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
506 reads
18 Comments
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
26th Dec 2024 3:28am
26th Dec 2024 3:28am
When the tears fall silently
For sure through the process of life someone else, may walk into your life, 💕 leaving an impressive place in your own thoughts. Wondering if this is the one with insight and a spiritual soul of there heart. 💖 FOR sure it's gonna make you smile, yet you wonder could this be really real, or just more of the same mind games 😤 that so many still like to play. 🤔 To leave you alone and broken, like a shattered glass of broken pieces, 😭 THAT will never heal as those memories of the past, behind you have you feeling trap in ways that becomes, completely...
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#LifeStruggles
#StreamOfConsciousness
#uplifting
62 reads
0 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
1024 reads
58 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
54 reads
15 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
551 reads
29 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
72 reads
4 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
173 reads
7 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
251 reads
12 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
569 reads
3 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
28th Feb 2024 11:50am
28th Feb 2024 11:50am
The Internal Life
The game within is cruel
an idea
not acted upon
there have been so many
the internal life
much more arousing
than the real
Hours given
to survive
You become jobs and bills
It takes so much of you
that the famine of thrills
grows wider
Only fiction
can make it better.
an idea
not acted upon
there have been so many
the internal life
much more arousing
than the real
Hours given
to survive
You become jobs and bills
It takes so much of you
that the famine of thrills
grows wider
Only fiction
can make it better.
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
#boredom #job
#boredom #job
171 reads
2 Comments
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