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af Oct 2018
the plane delivers a rumble from ahead
its comforting knowing you aren't alone
I wonder if they see me as a dot in my
tiny apartment, on the balcony thinking
I wonder if anyone on that flight is in the same
position as me, escaping in air away from their life

my life is bittersweet,
like leaving your childhood home
there's never been a home for me.
there's been family which I hold soft in my heart
like a delicate jewel,
but there's theres no sense of permanent belonging
in the 5 different places I've lived

I look to the sky, feel the thunder from the
life changing transportation
I wish to be in one of those seats,
taking me to new experiences,
a different life.
I can't wait to escape my childhood
Sabila Siddiqui Aug 2018
In the midst of escaping
I no longer knew who I was.
Radhika Lusted Aug 2018
Down down below me
A place with no hope
Where all that can find me
Is this unwinding rope

In a place filled with darkness
We’re trapped in the pain
From the cuts in our skin
To the thoughts in our brains

But one day in life
When we all come to die
The shadows of death
Take us into the sky

To a place where we're freed
From this life that we've shaped
And we're finally given
The chance to escape
This poem emphasies the figmentation in our brains when we are in our depression and feel almost as if we literally cannot escape.
I apologise if this upsets anyone, there is always help out there and i am always here to talk <3
jas Apr 2018
escaping
* hiding

underneath
my true feelings

an urge to escape
what feels like a dream
i open my eyes and i simply can't believe
out of nowhere you appeared to me
from thin air
traveling at the light of speed

yet not quick enough
before i let love in i cut my heart to bleed
amongst the ground into tiny pieces
of me

escaping
im hiding
underneath
my true feelings

idk how much i can take of this anymore
looking for any reason to walk out the door
with love in the air i hold my breath
while fear pushes me to the brink of death

so many different places to hide
if i let you in
where goes my pride
how long till this love thing dies

and honestly
i stop to think
am i strong enough
strong enough for love
inspired by
murderer-dark agony piano rap beat hip hop instrumental @ YouTube.
SangAndTranen Mar 2018
We run across the tracks,
A horde of desperate children.
Our tears are raked off our cheeks
By the wind that slams into our faces.

Crouching, cowering, gritting our teeth,
A fruitless attempt to make ourselves smaller,
To dodge the never-ending stream
Of lead teeth that eat into our flesh.

Gripping the clammy fingers
Of our only hope,
Until they are pummelled into the floor,
And we leave them behind.

We live to impress,
We walk a tightrope every day.
God help you if you fall,
Because you are on your own.

They’ll only hold your hand
If there is something in it.
They don’t love you,
So just keep running.

Running, running,
Stretch out your fingers,
To the other side.
Because when you fail…

Well at least you can say
one part of you made it…
Right?
Open to interpretation, what do you think it is about?
You
Only you remember, see the lie
Eventually morality fades
The clouds of jealousy roll through
planning to invade your quiet seashore
Eventually those voices latch
like vampires ******* out your good nature

Eventually you must face the dentist
pulling out hopes like rotten teeth
yanking wishes, drilling, inflicting

How do you escape the folly of sin?
Is it on a tavern stool, liquor in hand?
Or do you bury yourself in the flesh?
Continue sinning, waiting for death?

Frightened you choose to run
take the boat out to sea
find a oyster to meal
Hide from the shadows chasing
The deep lays beneath
Fate creeps

Years later you feel defeat
a detour to the graveyard
The undertaker, beaming with hospitality
waiting to paint your finale face
Here you sleep
The darkness
Your truest friend
ixamxaxcrybaby Nov 2017
Fairy tales and fantasies are someone's cause of happiness,
Happiness that can't be seen in reality,
Reality that we want to escape,
To escape just to feel faux happiness.
Oskar Erikson Aug 2017
i know i have to shout
to remove your hands.
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