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Lexi Oct 2017
The touch
The rub
The force
I was caged
I was hurt
But i let it happen
Telling lies to cover you up
So no one would hate you.

I let it happen
Even tho..
The stench
The thought
The force
It killed me inside
And now he's back
And he wants more
My guilty head
My ugly conscience
Tells me i must.

I let it happen.
Am i living in reality or LIES??
Where am i?
If only i knew the truth, then i could live.
Katelyn Billat Oct 2017
I've always been a bird,
Trapped in my little cage.
It's dark and cramped in here,
It feels as though I'm suffocating

I watch the free birds from
Behind my metal bars.

I dream of the day my capturers
Set me free.
The day I may spread my wings.
The day I may fly with the wild ones.

I have the power to break out,
But I'm afraid of the consequences.
All my life I've been told how to live.
To sit and be a nice bird.

I'm getting restless.
I'm getting peckish.

I want to break out,
I have the power.
But I'm so afraid that
My wings won't work anymore,
From the lack of experience.

I'm so afraid that the wild birds
Won't see me as their own.
I don't know how to fit in.
This, my capturers have not taught,
Only how to sit and be a nice bird.
Do what I'm told, what is expected of me.

Well I'm getting peckish.

I want to fly.
Skylar Keith Oct 2017
The smoke rises
Inside this cage of glass
Is it snow or paper
You will never know

Your breath fogs up the glass as you stare out
As you stare at me

I can't see you
Tilting my head I smile
How pretty it is
My thoughts

I shake the globe
Watching it snow down
As I cry

Are you crying?
We can cry together
As the snow falls

You're just a figure of my imagination
Yet I cry
As I stare through the glass
Snow globes

That's what they're called
My thoughts
As my breath fogs up the glass
I stare outside
As we watch the snow fall
Written while listening to "Breathe" by Lee Hi
Emagine Sep 2017
You want to write
There’s always something to say
But when you try
It doesn’t go the right way

You want to live
There’s always something to do
But when you try
You’re always told to move

You want to sleep
There’s always something going on
But when you try
It seems like life is more of a con

You want to eat
There’s never a need
When you try
It comes back to make you bleed

You want to see
There’s never a reason
When you try
The pain blocks the beauty and it’s all gone.

You want to leave
There’s definitely a way
When you try
It stops being just a play.
Lyn-Purcell Sep 2017
As I arabesque in the dark,
the hands of time slip on by.
Chained by inability to feel
anything apart from duty.

Clutching me,
heart and soul,
body and mind,
the tendrils of melancholy
embraces me as I leap through the air
with broken wings; the moon dims
but I see the waving of golden
threads in the air.

Am I nothing but
a gilded-caged nightingale?
Bound to be a drifting leaf?
Where my trills are soft and sweet
but no one hears nor sees me?

A dying lilt, and a frail enchantment.
Poem from my journal
Brandon Cotter Sep 2017
Plead onto me
The sins I can see
Your mind can be saved
But your heart, it must bleed

Down to the depths
Of the halls I was cast
My spirit lives there
As a phantom of past

Tell me one thing
And I will let you go
Scream onto me
What you're not willing to show

Why sentence to death
When angels fall from above
A punishment for life
Is your punishment for love

Now remove of your mask
And I will set you free
So darkness may dance
And join hands with me

Eternity won't sound so bad
In a land without time
Until you hear that soft voice
And find out that it's mine
Poetic T Jul 2017
Licking the soles
of there
             abandoned shoes

He tasted the outside the world.

Dreams were footsteps never taken..
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