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JR Rhine Nov 2015
I am
A captive of this home
This burden of solitude
Mine to carry, alone.
I crave
The sunshine upon my skin
Not its touch from the looking glass
A glimpse of the life I miss.
I lie
Upon this bed of persistent woes
With blankets wrapped like a spider's net
I am to never know the cold.
I see
The seasons change from my windowsill
As my life passes I feel loss
Am I to never know free will?
I cry
Because the doors are all unlocked
The windows are all open
But my mind can't escape this box.
Anxiety can be crippling. I've seen it in myself, friends, and family. It can keep you from even leaving your own bed.
Luna Lynn Oct 2015
sadly, captive souls
lie still somewhere awaiting
to smile again
I wrote this Haiku after watching a special on Gina Dejesus, Amanda Berry, and Michelle Knight. God be with the missing everywhere tonight and every night until they are found. God be with the those suffering captivity. God be with those locked in chains. God, be with them.
Keep hope alive in that the missing will be found.

(C) Maxwell 2015
Meghan Marie Sep 2015
I am a prisoner
being held captive
in the wrong skin.
I want to put my head
through a brick wall
as i try to become my mother's idea of normal.
No matter how many times
I change myself
I never seem to be there.
I'm running out of sanity,
A different person every **** day.
Switching back and forth
puts my mind in a state
of confusion.
No matter how many times  I change,
I stay strange
and looking into my mother's dissapointed
eyes make me ache.
I want to tear open my skin
and step out of my skin bag,
I am tired of feeling this way.
Nessa dieR Jul 2015
Have you ever loved someone so much
But knew the fee was high
That every time you shed a tear
He made you want to die.

Have you ever looked into his eyes
And said a little prayer?
Have you ever confided on all the lies
And wished to feel better.

Have you ever felt his heartbeat,
When he told you to do so?
And whisper, "Why, if you don't love me
Do you never let me go."

Have you ever tried so hard not to cry
Just so he won't hear.
Have you ever at least tried
To hide such huge amount of fear.
Wren Djinn Rain Jul 2015
She comes with a body. Lithe, plain.
Two things Warchief said no, don't chew.
Don't disgrace the Orc way.
If you transgress it better be just to
rip off her arms. You're in my palm.
(I'm in whose palm?)
He comes with a presence. Foreign.
Alien of the Karwa Wastes.
Don't you pass this chance on.
You recognize, don't you, when
better comes along? You're in my palm.
(I'm in whose palm?)
Douse the candles in the war hall
for me my lines arrested caught
in the splinters of dry throat
won't reach the thunderous cry
you repress, to release me.
karwa wastes
Storm Raven Jul 2015
I am here all alone in this empty place

I want to go further, leave this place behind

This is not where I want to be

But something is keeping me here

I am attached to strings

Strings painfully attached at my back

Right where my wings should have been

Pulling me back down

Keeping me from flying

Giving me nothing but pain

As I cannot move without getting hurt

They will not let me escape the tragedy of this cruel world

I have nowhere to go, but here, I know, I cannot stay

Yet I cannot go

And this strings do not only tear my back apart

But also my heart
I hope the music works, this was what I was listening while writing this poem, I hope you guys like it.
the song I listened to is https://youtu.be/V3UPQ_3peBg another beautiful song
Poetic Artiste Jun 2015
I linger on your every word,
A faithful prisoner to your imagination.
Sailing to the beat of your expressions,
I feel myself carried across a sea of melodies.

Awaiting the chance to enter your manifest of stowed away words,
To watch them drift across the tip of your tongue,
As I glide the highs and lows of your quivering voice,
And find myself captive to your thoughts.

To sway with your mannerisms,
To cringe and buckle at the swelling of a tear,
When secret lines of heartbreak and love,
Breathe their first breath of air.

To dream and feel what you’ve seen and heard,
To experience the virtue pouring from inside,
When expressions expressed,
Are more than playful rhymes...

To extend keen ears while stanzas overflow—my goose bumps arise.
Your verse fills a void,—caressing places I never thought could feel alive.
Many pray to heal, you chose to write,
I once was trapped—*your poetry gives me life.
There are healing properties in words.
Tex Dermott May 2015
Cartoon Man
Held captive by the ink
The artist
Designs him
Each thought and move is public
And no soul within
Sneaking in silently,
whispering
secrets and conspiracies.

This is a puzzle,
scattered by
your thoughtless actions.

Voice still as stone,
I am held
prisoner of my mind.

The hands around my throat,
are not your's
but my very own.
Sarah K Mar 2015
I watched the stars with you and I was hypnotized
Since then I have not been able to come out from under their spell
I awaken with the night
And tire with the day
My soul is tied to the beaming white moon
As I long float away with the clouds you seem to be trapped in
The sky is my prison
And the moon is my captor.
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