Watch as your **Cardboard Hell**
Frank Ruland
Frank Ruland
Nov 20, 2014      Nov 21, 2014

You can come back all you like,
but I'm n e v e r going back
to the cage you locked me in
so long ago
So long ago.

I r a g e d for so long,
deep, down below
my own rendered skin.
A hole in my soul
where I didn't belong,
and I had no control.

Infernal infernos in my heart
and assumed so soon that doom
and I were sealed in a tomb.
I was made to fight the blight,
and before long
I tore the cage apart.

I c l a w e d my way
up from sin scorched
d e p t h s.
A special hellish maze
where the walls were forged
from my flesh
you left fraught with flak.

In time I mended
my bad blood and brain--
siphoned out the strain that s t a i n e d
all my good graces,
and wiped the shame from my face.
I was so much stronger,
all thanks to a parasite
behind the guise of a monster.

But now I'm at the crossroads
and the skies turn black.
You're staring me
d o w n,
but I won't stand for attack
because this place of grace
is hallowed.

Put up all your walls
once more with such callousness.
Wickedness befalls your face,
but that's no surprise
because I see with purged eyes.
Not even a glance--
you don't stand a chance.

A prison of pretense,
and the walls s-s-s h a k e in the breeze.
Control is disillusioned
and you're under delusion.
With my will set free
I unleash scorn and spleen
upon this sad strive
to shackle my soul.

Watch as your Cardboard Hell
comes crumbling down
as it all goes up in flames
I'm not the man that I was,
and you've lost your crown.
Hell and Heartbreak--
the one and the same,
but now I'm the one watching
as you're locked in a cell.

This poem is a departure from my usual, rigidly structured poetry. I owe it's creation to The Girl Who Loved Yous's urging to loosen up! Thank you :)
#heartbreak   #hell   #pain   #you   #heartache   #cell   #cardboard   #payback  
We're two one-sided cardboard pieces
Aug 28, 2014      Aug 30, 2014

We're two one-sided cardboard pieces
Segments of a cloudy sky
It looks like we would fit together
But we won't
But we try.
But we try.

Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Kevin Kurt Nepomuceno
Sep 22, 2014      Sep 24, 2014

I remember
a time when
cities were made
of nothing but Legos
and one's imagination.

even now
I can't help
but wish harder
that the cities we walk
were still made of that stuff.

took us miles,
and paper planes
really did bring us flight.

I ask;
don't let
your imagination
fall into stagnation,
like a Lego block
that gathers

#time   #paper   #wishes   #innocence   #childhood   #children   #cities   #lego   #cardboard   #legos  
He's buried in the cardboard box
John F McCullagh
John F McCullagh
Jun 2, 2012

Lawrence Davis was a veteran
who died without a next of kin.
He's buried in the cardboard box
That the V.A. shipped him in.

Being dead, he cannot tell
cardboard from Mahogany.
We, the living, take offense
at the insult to this man's dignity.

Some men lie still in foreign fields.
Some sailors sleep beneath the waves.
Larry got a cardboard box
from a 'grateful' nation he helped to save.

World War II veteran buried by the V.A. in a cardboard Box in Florida
r known,  inside the walls of cardboard.
Katherine Elaine Wisdom

The small Asian child ran through the street to her home in a box.  
The only world she has ever known,  inside the walls of cardboard.
Yet still she smiles and giggles
to her imaginary friends curled up with a stained teddy bear for a pillow and newspapers for a blanket.
Her parents do not know where she lives--both are too busy arguing.
She escapes from what she is told is home and flees to her box mansion on the edge of a field four blocks away.
Home is where the glue is--holding the sides--with an opening at the top showing a view of the stars.
She lies down inside, enjoying the peace and quiet (taking in the cool air and crickets chirping).
She does not worry about tomorrow, no cares for tonight, not even a thought of having to go back to noise and hate the next morning.
She sighs with love for what she has made as she closes her eyes.....
then dreams of adding  an extra room

#home   #silence   #child   #cardboard  
I slip on my cardboard
Dane Perczak
Dane Perczak
Mar 10, 2014

I slip on my cardboard
shoes, and slide
out of my
cardboard box
I walk
to the same corner
and hold that cardboard

I watch
car after car
after car
after car

I am the master
of closed windows
and straight
awkward posture

I'm the problem
that isn't there
because you ignore it

I'm thankful for my long
nails to pick
sticky ashtray change
off the pavement

I put the change
in a small
cardboard jar
I found behind a warehouse

It's a very nice jar
it hold things together well
it is well crafted


it is no glass jar
or diamond
or gold
but a jar just the same

and someone threw it

Defense of cardboard castle,
Anand Acharya
Anand Acharya
Sep 25, 2014

Unicorns in the cloud
Pug marks upon sand.
Fleets of paper ships,
Flooding down the drain.

Canvas at the crystal
Wooden swords on grass.
Defense of cardboard castle,
And things that do not last.

My cardboard box
skye davies

My cardboard box
has no holes
walls as thick
as my self control
breaking them down
I struggle to breath
a paper cut then
leaves me to bleed.

he made do with cardboard
Sonja Benskin Mesher

will not do, really,
it may have to be wood,
from ikea
after all.

he made do with cardboard
boxes, sticky tape
for sound,
another room.

i have news of mrs ciano,
looking well, in the old hotel.

i cannot get there
to see her.



will come, but it must be drawn in the cardboard
Peter Robert Hamilton

It's okay Grandpa, i'm not mad at your dispersement
I know it was a fact of life
Something very hard to get over
But we're human, that's only to be expected
But it felt like a part of my morale's army defected
You left me in emotional stitches
But i know you didn't mean anything by it
I'm just angry i didn't get more time with you before you were gone
That's something i'll always have to live with
And it's unfair, but i'm a strong man
Maybe not as strong as you yet
Maybe never-but i'm going to try like hell
You're everything i want to emulate
But when things crumble, i wish you were here to help
I know an answer will come, but it must be drawn in the cardboard
Or in the sky
Or on something nobody notices
But i just want to know when
After all you've done, you deserve all the free time
I'll just wait patiently for you to answer
The elongated time frame won't worsen my mood
Just you not being here will.

I write a lot about my grandfather because i felt like he never got the credit he deserved in his lifetime. It's a damn shame. But i'm trying to make it up to him, even though he isn't here to see it. He's seeing it up there.
#poem   #poetry   #life   #sky   #inspiration   #grandpa   #answer   #cardboard  
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