Torches march alone
Deep inside the stone wall That imprisons me. A drastic change Comes from the heart Tearing strings Like guitar picks I’m dying, Aren’t I? Starvation fills my body When I wake Even though I had a full plate Surely it’s not the Sporadic over drinking To chase a numb Or catch a high From ghost peppers Why does this pain Seem chronic And more often Than less recent? What am I to do But question the sky And falter? I know not of the answer.
30 lines, 301 days left.
The soul is something to nurture
To be touched with gentle hands Will only blossom when cared for By someone who understands And your eyes feel like a dagger Piercing through my skin Puncturing vulnerable parts Hidden deep within Once full of serenity and strength My body now lies hollow An ocean of potential dried up Empty pit where demons wallow Drawing me in against my will Like a fish caught on a line Powerless to escape the hook Captivity hard to define Freedom drowned in a sea of regret Pulled by the tide's direction Swept up in the undertow Waves crash and silence objection Reasons remain a mystery My heart caged without knowing why Held hostage by past transgressions Imprisoned by forces too great to defy
I kinda drifted way from the original meaning with this one
Cast into an iron box
Shut and put away Somewhere that no one knows Might as well be in the middle of the sea Or in another galaxy You can claw at the walls Until your nails are ****** You can scream for help Until your voice turns hoarse You can tell yourself that you'll be fine Until the words don't make sense anymore You can close your eyes and try to make it disappear Until you don't know what is real: The darkness below your eye lids ... Or the Darkness around you? You lie in there Until you don't know What is up and down What is sound and silence What is real and imaginary What is alive and dead Which is you and which is the Darkness
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
I have given myself a mean role and cannot now stop enacting it. Oh if only I could get out! Trapped in a game inside my own skin. shackles of my isolation holding me back to conquer a living life . Every day i woke up among a innocent world leaving my mask on the other side of a locked door .
This poem is actually referring to one person with multiple personality . He have to smile even though he doesn't want to , his responsibilities are getting havier day by day . He plays characters he's not
You feel you are the only
But there are many, socially distanced: Unseen and unknown, gifted but imprisoned; For the time is not yet, but it tarries not: In half a time and not the fullness thereof. Today is not a strange day; That day will be when two are agreed, And heaven, the sun, moon and stars Fall down and bow low to Man.
It was my birthday, the year
of a curse I never asked for.. ****** from the temple of solitude. Now I just breath dissatisfaction, that every 365 days I'm meant to celebrate the incarceration of life.. Its overrated.. Blowing out memories, smouldering resentment Inhaled when I've lived another moment to the finish line.. Why is it taking so long.. Happy Birthday Day to me, I'm another year older of my lame existence ... I'm the candle burning out, my breath smouldering as I hold my chest.. Oh' well least I don't have to wait another year.. My only regret... I didn't get a slice of cake..
If we are a free country why does everything cost so much?
Society will not help those stuck in a cycle of poverty The many cannot help themselves So poor stay poor and the rich keep expanding the size of their bank accounts Cannot save the hungry or the homeless so we might as well save face Mistaken for freedom is decision We are given few choices to make us feel like we are in control but that power is just an illusion It is a free country to the privileged and an imprisoned country to the impoverished
Just a few thoughts on America