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Phoenix Nov 2021
My flesh is suffocating
Smothering my soul
I can feel my bones
Hollow and heavy
My arms;

I am trapped
Stuck inside a suit
Designed of organic materials
Meat and flesh
Designed to rot away one day

My flesh moves
As if with a mind of its own
As I sit, trapped behind my ribcage
As if my own personal jail

I see
I hear
I speak
Yet i cannot

I am here
But gone
I long for home
As I lay in my bed

A feeling of emptiness
As if floating in space
Drifting through the world
I cannot understand

My soul
My spirit
Gasping for air
Grasping for a tether
Hoping to the gods above
Please don't let this be my demise

My flesh is suffocating
Smothering my soul
I can feel my bones
Hollow and heavy
Brian Turner Aug 2021
When did we become so disconnected?
Was it when we became so connected?
To every screen in sight
To every pixel in the night

When did we stop talking?
Was it when we stopped walking?  
Side by side
Across the countryside

When did we stop writing letters?
Was it when we engaged our debtors?
For everything we need to own
For every in App purchase in the game zone

When did we stop being selfless?
Was it when we came a menace?
To every man and women we see
We take what we want then flee
Reflections on today's society
Alien Nov 2020
Well you lend me an ear?
It will take up maybe an hour of ur life
But lets not think about time
Maybe if i am quite you’ll be able to hear
But please listen, cant bare another tear
If you dare
do stare
U don’t wanna give them a scare
Will you lend an ear and a mind to spare?
Will we ever really know what’s welfare?
Prepare to go nowhere
I always get side tracked
But my mind is packed
It has been hacked
Its all abstract
Lets extract my brain and inspect
To see places they neglect
And inject the potion of prefect intellect
Dont forget my mind was set to reject
It means no disrespect
But it just disconnects
But who gives a **** if your depressed?
Doesn’t  matter if words were expressed!
eyes crawling up the walls
Back and forth through the halls
Manfred Kriger Sep 2020
My body has been denounced to sin

                       My mind corrupted with anarchy

      My soul is devoid of peace

            Restlessness has become familiar to me

    I am disconnected from my own reality

                      Time is moving but I am standing still

    I am stagnating forward and sprinting backwards

            I am trying to find the light but my eyes are sown shut

   I have lost all energy to fight so the world is beating me up

            My paradoxical really is swallowing me whole and
        spitting out my bones and I can't help but ask myself
     if this is all worth it?
ColorfullyInked Aug 2020
Some people just wither away,
like autumn leaves
While some still have that spark of fire,
like fiery embers
Some never get to see the light
at the end of the tunnel
While some never realise,
there is a tunnel
Some are like winter,
silent, aloof and withdrawn
with curtains closed and socks on
While some are like spring,
Bright orange and full of life
And then there are some,
stuck in transition of life to death,
colorless, disconnected and numb,
Lost in the woods for eternity
Trapped in a maze of unconsciousness
Like comatose,
they disappear into oblivion
Nylee Jul 2020
the world suffers with and without me
all things take shape in the way it was meant to be
my attachment to it could affect only me
it breaks me when I am apart from it
when I am not part of bigger things
and they surround me.

not included in movements
missing out on various moments
loss being heavy on me
and tasting the feeling of envy
I like and dislike this and that
but no one ask me of what I think
every one has thoughts of their own
and things are working out just fine.

a disconnected environment
in a deeply wired mess
nothing works as expected
more or less.
Poetria Jun 2020

she was just a speck of earth-
a careful girl
in a sea of careless people;
musing back and forth,
with broken flowers at her feet.
she mumbled obsolete rhymes
and whispered sonnets to the wind
the lyrics faded, the air was mute,
the entire world became her nook.


he was an empty shell
with his heart hanging askew
underneath his worn out sweatshirt
and scarred skin.
he bartered love for nothing
gave up songs for none
wrote poetry for a broken girl,
who's in love with a broken man.
Published at AllPoetry a year ago.
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