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AtMidCode Nov 2017
Carry the burden beneath my body
Throw the aches into the sea
Cry for the pieces forever gone
You won't be excepted from the pain.

Do not let the tears fall
Do not try to turn your back
Blood and sweat and wounds
Are all meant to scar your soul.

Never try to escape
For entrances and exits do not
Have any difference at all
Howl from pain, that's all you can do.

Do you not understand?
You are created to be destroyed
And given life to taste death
Always . . . always remember to to unbound the chains.
This is for me before. It's for the both of us now, Min. :)
James smith Nov 2017
With all of the power with the Consuming Fire,
With all of the power with the death Defeater
With all of the power with the Spirit of Wisdom,
It’s all on me to decide  
Am I bonded by the chains of sin?
Am I a slave with no chains for the death Defeater?
Will The grace of the Consuming Fire be my master?.
As slavement lives and takes, slavement will never die, till the day that sins dies. Till that day Bond servant, I will thrive to be, bond to thrive, to thrive is for the Consuming Fire, from darkness I once came, now from the fire I'm reborn to long live as a **** servant.
01—1 in the morning and can’t sleep
02— this poem is about are we slave to sin or are we slaves for Christ , as bond servants . I thrive to be the man that God wants me to be but sin gets the best of me some times .
Evie Richards Oct 2017
I'm trapped in a room with no restraints
but my wrist are bleeding in their chains,
ah, ah.
ah, ah.

And the tears are streaming down my face,
but my cheeks are drier in their place,
ah, ah.
ah, ah.


because every time I run out the room
I stumble back in,
my hands are tied and my patience tried
and I'm wearing quite thin,
Now, I'm not one for wasting time
so I'll keep it all in
in the chains that I built
of my sin.


Oh, these walls are like a stranger to me;
they show me my face, but it's not me that I see,
ah, ah.
ah, ah.

I curl up in bed with my legs drawn close
because it's the simple things that I need the most.
ah, ah.
ah, ah.


because every time I run out the room
I stumble back in,
my hands are tied and my patients tied
and I'm wearing quite thin.
Now, I'm not one for wasting time,
so I'll keep it all in
in the chains that I built
of my sin.


because every time I ran out that room
and I stumbled back in,
my courage froze as my eyelids closed;
It's been wearing quite thin.
Now, I know I'm loved, but I can't breathe,
I can't take it all in.
so I'm trapped,
tearing pieces
off
my
skin.
A song I wrote about feeling trapped in my life, unable to act on my feelings, and unable to ask for help...
This is one of a series of songs that I wrote, let me know if you want me to post the others!
David M Harry Oct 2017
it was your voice
that's how all of this happened
a vibration of aether and lies
slithering from your beautiful mouth
I needed fresh air
and I was weary from the truth
your sound, your hymn,
was weighed down with blood and honey,
chains for my insecurities,
and a soothing balm for the chaos in my life
it was your voice
beautifully, deliciously venomous
and I drank willingly from your kiss
ignoring the taste of embers
exhaling empty smoke and black promises
Poetic T Oct 2017
Chain the hands though free,
       they are bonded to servitude.
Every night they get on a knee of
   compliance to serve the whispers
                      that are never heard.

And still they wait for an
                               answer
                          that had no caller....

I will never go on my knee
                                for a thought,
              I will never clasp my palms
in bracelets that are never worn
                              but weigh others down...
Svode Oct 2017
The pain.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
I've tried every drug,
but the pain doesn't dissipate.

It's been so long
since my mind has been sound.
Since my body had been free;
Free from this defeating pain,
Free from the issues of life,
Free.

It's a bird,
knocking on my window.
Every. Day.
It never goes away,
It'll surely knock tomorrow also.
I need it gone.

There are manacles;
Shackles on my soul.
I would do anything to find the key
and set myself free.
They might never go away;
The chains will constrain me tomorrow.
I need them gone.

The pain.
It hurts.
Like a bird pecking constantly,
Like restraints tying me down,
I've tried it all,
but the pain doesn't dissipate.
Brooklyn René Oct 2017
The cold it numbs, but the memories last
The shackles that hold me grow tighter with each breath
But freedom it seems I just cannot grasp
Seconds seem like hours
Hours seem like years
and time itself I seem to have lost
For fear keeps me chained,
and darkness steals what little light is left in the world
Randall Walker Sep 2017
You’ve heard what I’ve sung,
You’ve read what I wrote,
But can that get
To the heart of all my hopes?
 
So I run away, I smoke;
Getting by
With desperate gropes.
And I groan,
                   and I moan,
                                      but ****, just cut the ropes!
And these chains, that maim,
They’re gone, just like smoke,
My skin no longer cut up
                            Like dandruff
Think soap.
My body filled with hate
All I know of is this eternal pain
All I feel is this cage
Shutting me in
And locking me down
I stay here
Not because I am a prisoner
But because this monster
That controls all my actions
Has completely convinced me
That this darkness
And all this pain
And these chains
These ******* chains
The ones I put on myself
These are what will keep me safe
They protect me from going to far
And from letting someone see who I really am
So as long as they never know
Whenever they abandon me
As they inevitably will
They don't really leave me
For they never knew what that was.
Don't let them in
Don't show them you
The darkness will win
This isn't new

You can not trust
You can not let them see
Listen closely for you must
Never let them know

The darkness you possess
Is simply far too much
If they knew
If they saw
Trust me
They would leave.
I was with her all along
Happy moments,
Lonely nights,
All those struggles,
Rights and wrongs,
Our road had been tough
Numerous situations turned rough
All those barriers and chains
Broke even all those pains
But the road is still endless
We remain strong and fearless
That whoever stands against us
Whatever blocks our path
We will stay together
And be with each other forever,
Coz' I was with her all along!
I can't sleep thinking of this road where it will lead me, but I think that road lead me to this short word play.
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