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The Forgotten Jun 2016
Oh Gravity,
Take me with you
Void me of all emotions
Oh Gravity,
Let me free
Detach me from these strings
Break the chains that bind me
Oh Gravity,
Help me forget
Give me a moment of peace
Oh Gravity,
Devour the melancholy in me
Drown me in your emptiness
Oh Gravity,
Put out the fire in me
Erase the darkness within me
Pull me away from these shadows into the world of light
Oh Gravity,
Let me sink
Let me disappear
Oh Gravity,
Take me away from here...
Jacco krom Jun 2016
I feel so caged.

It's like I have to mind my every word, because if I don't I might make you angry or sad.

I feel so chained.

It's like my feelings won't let go, holding me down everywhere I go.

I feel so trapped.

Stuck in the same endeless circle of mistakes, hurting me more than ever.
Joy May 2016
her body rusting -
yes, they call me vagabond -
prisoned to wander.
May, 2016
Eleanor May 2016
If the seas divided I'd jump into the stars because I can't stand to see separation. I dare not think of the idea of love chained apart. Scolded for being together.
Ambika Jois May 2016
I’ve walked on fire and thorns
Forgotten what the ground feels like
Every step I took were upon my wounded soles
How does a caged bird know to fly?

I rattled my gates every day
They were strong, metallic and I wasn’t strong
Every lift off was in vain,
How foolish was I to think, to the sky I belonged?

I, like a mother for her child, wanted more
To see within my veins, my being flourish at the mere tune
Every note was becoming a part of a song
How quick was I to dream of this music as a boon?

I feel that rumble inside me
My hunger, anger and desire upon my own pyre
Every day I wish for that first day again
How can I ingrain my liberty from this quagmire?
Ever felt so guilty about having done something you shouldn’t have done? How do we overcome such guilt? How do we forgive ourselves? Every crack of dawn and every approaching dusk, we fear being reminded of our wrong doings. All we want to do is forget that it ever happened. Sometimes, we live every single day with a constant reminder of such things and feel so lost yet liberated that the truth is out in the open. We feel so caged yet freed from the burden of bearing a hidden confession. We feel so ashamed yet lucky to be given another chance to once again become that person we know we want to be. We feel so neglected, undeserving of trust and at the lowest point of self-esteem yet we feel the power of our prayers would give us another life to live it like we could never again commit such a sin.

This poem emblazons the message underlying in our struggles to surmount our better selves from who we used to be. We know we will conquer our hardships and can see ourselves on the greener side of our own emotional quotient but let’s not forget how many doubts, fears, questions, rejections, isolation and punishments it takes for us to climb in order to stand right at the top. That top spot is very much ours, we very much deserve it, and we have every single step from the quagmire to the sky to credit for our liberation.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
What was I ment to be
Come closer and you'll see
Look deep into my eyes
That's where it hides
A beautiful soul shackled in chains
That's where it will remain
Angel Feb 2016
School is like a prison.
not in the traditional sense,

Students must do as the warden says,
completing work or receiving a penalty,
act a certain way or be punished.

And if they don't complete their sentence,
they are doomed to a life that could be better
Florian Jan 2016
just like femine to menstral chains
deep lovers dont get used to heart break pains
tear filled eyes
hear tear with forever lies
you didnt stay a day more
with no second thought you gave me a blow
dislocated jaws
beds turned to snow

stupid i feel remembering yesterday
with the promises that now stay at bay
you forgot im too made of clay
and i can get washed away

the day you left was also the day i died
the bitternes drained me to dry
to stop tears; that i try
bt its obvious i will never fly

so this is an open letter to you my darling
i miss those warm nights and pillow fightings
im still gathering my words to start writting
the problem is that i blab and write nothing
Spike Harper Jan 2016
Throw it all in.
The ambitious thrive on such weakness.
Dwell not on expectation.
The dim could never haunt such a pristine wreckage.
Wallow not in the temptation vowed to conquer all there will be.
For the distance reaped its own faux reward.
Caustic beats of reckless breathe.
Flare the cavity within.
Down in the darkness.
Sound falling a hair shy of the ear wished for.
And now.
Lingering just above the wretched pool.
Can you see the scatches on the cage.
Crevices upon canyons.
Of profound pain and longing.
Why does the floor seem so inviting.
As the icicles coil through each open vein.
Does skin turn to steel.
The perfect sculpture.
Wound and ready to lie.
Purple Rain Aug 2015
I'm locked
Surround by chains
that lock me down,
Surround by pain
that destroys my name

I'm locked
No woman nor man
could ever wish for this
I'm drowning in hopelessness
If there was a way
to release this curse
I wouldn't have to suffer by
going through the worst
I wouldn't shred a single tear,
My body wouldn't ake
And I wouldn't be taken back
by my mistakes

Im locked
Destroyed by the life that is my own,
To the devil it feels as if I'm sold,
Every day gets dimmer
my life gets darker,
To God I am just his stocker

I'm locked
If I were to be given a second chance,
only then would my vocabulary
not be filled with I can't
Only then would I not count the minutes
Or count everyday life
as the witching hour
I wouldn't cower in the corner
Or write down death dates in my calendar
Like I used too

No
I would get a new chance at life
I wouldn't die by my own hand
And wouldn't say it was just a knife
This is a poem I made about my everyday life
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