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
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4 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
459 reads
6 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
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0 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
611 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? ...
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
973 reads
13 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
788 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
201 reads
10 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
201 reads
2 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
512 reads
2 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
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