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
302 reads
7 Comments
runningturtle87
Poem Published
25th Oct 2021 3:47pm
25th Oct 2021 3:47pm
The Little Things
The Little Things
The little things
pick
at us
until we're entangled,
ensnared,
mummied,
and the life blood
is sucked out
of us.
Then they
Blame us
For being lifeless.
The little things
pick
at us
until we're entangled,
ensnared,
mummied,
and the life blood
is sucked out
of us.
Then they
Blame us
For being lifeless.
#grief
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped #emotional
#FeelingTrapped #emotional
520 reads
2 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
636 reads
3 Comments
buddhakitty
Poem Published
18th Jul 2024 4:18am
18th Jul 2024 4:18am
rewrite
you are allowed to rewrite
your story
no matter how sad, desperate
or wounded that story is now
there is nothing stopping you
expect your own imagination,
lack of free will and self
determination
the pages are blank once
more
history is
history
stay the victim if you
wish
but life really doesn't
keep accounts of
such
live with ghost in your
head if you
must
but remember
the sun has survived
millions of
years
...
your story
no matter how sad, desperate
or wounded that story is now
there is nothing stopping you
expect your own imagination,
lack of free will and self
determination
the pages are blank once
more
history is
history
stay the victim if you
wish
but life really doesn't
keep accounts of
such
live with ghost in your
head if you
must
but remember
the sun has survived
millions of
years
...
#acceptance
#determination
#FeelingTrapped
#redemption
#risk
218 reads
10 Comments
MalcolmG
Poem Published
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
17th Nov 2024 5:45am
Broken Crayons - To My Friend Withers
To my friend Withers ..
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
The world is a canvas, vast and wide,
And we, like broken crayons, are tossed aside.
With edges cracked, our colours fade,
Yet still, we mark the paths we've made.
Once, we were untouched by sorrow,
Box of crayons, world of endless tomorrows,
Our colours danced across the sky,
Dreams so bright they seemed to fly.
But cruel hands cracked our wax,
Snapping edges, dulling tracks.
Still, we clung to what remained,
Even as our pieces scattered, stained.
Each mark etched deep within our soul, ...
#abuse
#emotional
#FeelingTrapped
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
149 reads
0 Comments
Zazzles
Broom
Broom
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 2:57am
6th Jan 2021 2:57am
American Dreamer
This is a Moroccan beat which I personally love. Please listen while reading, I really would appreciate it, thank you 😊
Al Marconi :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Cast upon him a burden
a wicked curse
born under the wrong agenda
what could be worse?
Life's value lost and hollow
burned out
can anybody hear you? ...
Al Marconi :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XIog_7ME_Lw
Cast upon him a burden
a wicked curse
born under the wrong agenda
what could be worse?
Life's value lost and hollow
burned out
can anybody hear you? ...
#grief
#misunderstood
#despair
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
999 reads
13 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
25th Aug 2021 1:54am
25th Aug 2021 1:54am
Ayurvedic Freedom
Ayurvedic Freedom
“Why are you so downcast? Surely the coffee serving business has its perks. Like when you get a huge tip from the same customer who keeps giving them. Then you can say life is good.”
“As the courtesan to my Sultan, my career involves more than giving coffee to the masses. And days like this I am reminded of that fact. Today he wanted a massage. I often dreamed of being a masseuse. But with him, the service is free of charge. My mind wonders what being a real massage therapist would be like. But alas I am doomed to be a concubine with my only freedom...
“Why are you so downcast? Surely the coffee serving business has its perks. Like when you get a huge tip from the same customer who keeps giving them. Then you can say life is good.”
“As the courtesan to my Sultan, my career involves more than giving coffee to the masses. And days like this I am reminded of that fact. Today he wanted a massage. I often dreamed of being a masseuse. But with him, the service is free of charge. My mind wonders what being a real massage therapist would be like. But alas I am doomed to be a concubine with my only freedom...
#women
#erotic
#coffee
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
468 reads
6 Comments
NANCY_RDZ_STORIES
Poem Published
31st Aug 2024 8:31pm
31st Aug 2024 8:31pm
BLACK THALASSIC
Lost in its black widow's dark eyes
That storm inches of black tears
Back and forth, where it just lies
Threatening anything that nears
From a distance, I can hear unknown cries
Tell me, what's there to sincerely fear?
I've gone so far into the demons' belly rug
I accept my dreadful, dead-end, fate
Going further, I emerge into its sweet fog
Encountering the dangers of its weight
"I may not waive this place, for I don't belong"
Dismaying my boat, no control, solely, pure hate...
Trapped in a vessel that...
That storm inches of black tears
Back and forth, where it just lies
Threatening anything that nears
From a distance, I can hear unknown cries
Tell me, what's there to sincerely fear?
I've gone so far into the demons' belly rug
I accept my dreadful, dead-end, fate
Going further, I emerge into its sweet fog
Encountering the dangers of its weight
"I may not waive this place, for I don't belong"
Dismaying my boat, no control, solely, pure hate...
Trapped in a vessel that...
#bittersweet
#despair
#fear
#FeelingTrapped
#loneliness
244 reads
4 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
558 reads
34 Comments
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