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
568 reads
3 Comments
Lilliputian
Poem Published
25th Nov 2024 4:16pm
25th Nov 2024 4:16pm
In a Blink
In a blink, time flashed
Urging me forward,
Collapsed with a leash
Under the spotlight,
On a bleak stage
Belonging to the dreadful future
I’ve spent my past shrinking from,
While it has demolished
My life ceaselessly.
A slave under its spell.
Urging me forward,
Collapsed with a leash
Under the spotlight,
On a bleak stage
Belonging to the dreadful future
I’ve spent my past shrinking from,
While it has demolished
My life ceaselessly.
A slave under its spell.
#FeelingTrapped
#anxiety
72 reads
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
11th Jan 2022 11:28pm
11th Jan 2022 11:28pm
the chap
was picked up trying to board
a train to france from ashford in kent. “I just have to get away,”
he said. I knew what he meant.
a train to france from ashford in kent. “I just have to get away,”
he said. I knew what he meant.
#FeelingTrapped
326 reads
3 Comments
Zazzles
Broomie
Broomie
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?
There's no way out!...
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?
There's no way out!...
#grief
#misunderstood
#despair
#suffering
#FeelingTrapped
919 reads
13 Comments
Lamjhnsn1
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
30th Dec 2024 6:32am
Finality
Much Chaos!
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
No ethos.
Wanting asylum!
Wanting phylum.
A language, languishing, seemingly marring the meaning.
Stillness, on the edge, of a sphere spinning, dangerously careening!
Such vastness!
The fastness!....
Of on coming stresses....
Sleep interrupts the anguish, but it yet progresses.
Time never waits.
But it's the long, longing that grates.
Where is finality, dare I ask?
Or is greater the sanctions, of an undone task?
Does mercy ripple in a cerise lake's reflection?
Or has every body, been drained of...
#abuse
#despair
#FeelingTrapped
#grief
#hurt
57 reads
2 Comments
LibraSoul96
Poem Published
11th Jul 2024 9:50pm
11th Jul 2024 9:50pm
Free me
Life is the empty white pages of a book that is waiting for me, the ink to write into it
To tell the tales of my life's never ending journies
My story does not contain any fairy tales
No glass slippers or prince charming's kisses in sight
Only shoes worn down from walking in the soles of my troubles
I want to leave my mark on this world , like a shoe print painted in the sand
Please don't let the water from the shores wash it all away
Tornado in the wind, lift me off my feet and take me away
Blood flowing down my hands from fighting with my demons...
To tell the tales of my life's never ending journies
My story does not contain any fairy tales
No glass slippers or prince charming's kisses in sight
Only shoes worn down from walking in the soles of my troubles
I want to leave my mark on this world , like a shoe print painted in the sand
Please don't let the water from the shores wash it all away
Tornado in the wind, lift me off my feet and take me away
Blood flowing down my hands from fighting with my demons...
#dark
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
240 reads
6 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
475 reads
2 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
94 reads
0 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
218 reads
7 Comments
DaVinci_07
Leo
Leo
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2019 11:00pm
2nd Feb 2019 11:00pm
Rainy Day
Rain Rain - Go Away!
I'm stuck inside.
There is no sun in the sky.
Everything is wet.
Water is pooling.
Weather alert on my phone,
I'm not fooling.
A chuckle or two.
Southern Cali, heavy rain.
treated like a hurricane.
It's too dangerous to go out
for an emergency latte.
Even the humming birds freak.
Saw one under the stairs.
Flying under a landing,
staying out of despair.
Maybe I'll risk it,
and go out.
Mother nature be nice.
Ok end the drought.
But there aren't many...
I'm stuck inside.
There is no sun in the sky.
Everything is wet.
Water is pooling.
Weather alert on my phone,
I'm not fooling.
A chuckle or two.
Southern Cali, heavy rain.
treated like a hurricane.
It's too dangerous to go out
for an emergency latte.
Even the humming birds freak.
Saw one under the stairs.
Flying under a landing,
staying out of despair.
Maybe I'll risk it,
and go out.
Mother nature be nice.
Ok end the drought.
But there aren't many...
#rain
#storm
#FeelingTrapped
752 reads
15 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
159 reads
10 Comments
Kaden_Malis
Kaden Malis
Kaden Malis
Poem Published
15th Nov 2020 2:10pm
15th Nov 2020 2:10pm
Searchers
We've traveled through
Ancient foreign lands
Wind swept frozen deserts
Jungles that breathe
Their lust filled secrets
Whispered into the infinity
Searchers for the forgotten keys
To the abandoned palace
Exiled into the darkest
Recesses of our alien minds
Seeking the answer
To life's riddle
Unearthing the treasure
That was buried long ago
Caves filled with
Strange monstrous howls
An unseen predator
Closing in on all sides
Strike the match and reveal
The invisible creature ...
Ancient foreign lands
Wind swept frozen deserts
Jungles that breathe
Their lust filled secrets
Whispered into the infinity
Searchers for the forgotten keys
To the abandoned palace
Exiled into the darkest
Recesses of our alien minds
Seeking the answer
To life's riddle
Unearthing the treasure
That was buried long ago
Caves filled with
Strange monstrous howls
An unseen predator
Closing in on all sides
Strike the match and reveal
The invisible creature ...
#sadness
#loneliness
#FeelingLost
#FeelingTrapped
#fear
386 reads
4 Comments
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