Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
Yesterday 10:37am
Yesterday 10:37am
The Gov't Wants You (Collab with AfterSexDilemma)
You come over and I'll feed you.
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
#collaboration
#corruption
#FeelingTrapped
#greed
#sacrifice
41 reads
15 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
101 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
438 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
1043 reads
58 Comments
AfterSexDilemma
Poem Published
20th Feb 2025 4:16pm
20th Feb 2025 4:16pm
The Gov't Needs Your Fluids(Collab with Vision_of_insanity)
You come over and I'll feed you.
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
Then rape you and tattoo my name on you.
Insert a tracking device and chain you to me.
Register you in the government's cattle tracking system.
Use you for stud services and make lots of money off your sperm donations.
And when you're old, I'll sell all your internal organs for profit.
Scatter your ashes in my garden as fertilizer!
You the consumer are enjoying the taste of cannibalistic delight!
#funny
#corruption
#greed
#FeelingTrapped
#sacrifice
52 reads
7 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
544 reads
34 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
524 reads
18 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
184 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
87 reads
4 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
603 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
156 reads
7 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
273 reads
7 Comments
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