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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
You fixed the lock
To that internal clock
That in my heart did dwell
I'm under your spell
You found the key
To set it free
Heart beating
Chest heaving
Mind spinning
Alive again
Your under my skin
Your traped within
Lost in time
Now that your mine
Leila Valencia Mar 2016
Morning dusk weakens me
Holds me
The grandfather clock ticks
The stained cabinets sit idly
The sprinkles of dust laying
Reminding me of last night

A wish kept beneath the stairs
Was there
Granite and stone freeze
My feet walk upon a frozen wish
Locked, quietly breathing
Carrying me to where I am now
When my mind wanders. It wanders for weeks, until I stop.
L Marie Mar 2016
If only I could lock my lips shut,
Toss the key into the deepest well
And pray nobody ever finds it
So I may hide away in my hell.

Each word that leaves my tainted lips is
Drenched in a poison designed to ****;
If not ****, it'll torture you worse
Than death itself, against my own will.

I wish I exhaled an angel's breath,
My true intentions are genuine
However, there's a demon sitting
On my tongue that always seems to win.
AM Feb 2016
The clock has stopped its tock
and it is my heart you've locked
I press rewind just to love you
why don't you love me too?
each second, minute, hour
I want it back again as ours
cause the clock has stopped its tock
and it is my heart only you can unlock
cait-cait Jan 2016
I inherited my mothers lost tongue...
when she dropped it, i
picked it up.
in it, i found both her
fire, and her hidden words.

i inherited my father's bitter wounds;  
every time one opened up,
a piece of me grew to douse it
in alcohol, and
in tears.

i was given both a lock and a key,
and the need to stitch things
Closed.
Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.
Crystal June Dec 2015
Today the demons are alive and well,
And I'm trapped in my personal Hell -
Pounding on the prison gates,
But no one answers and I fear it's too late.

If I couldn't save myself,
How are they supposed to?

Stuck here in this empty cell
That I sentenced myself to -
Locked my soul away so nobody could steal it,
But a soulless life broke my heart,
And now nobody could heal it.

No, didn't need a boy to break my ***** of a heart,
I did that myself when I locked up my soul
And threw away the key.

And now I'm crying for release,
Screaming, "Someone help me!"

When you lock away your mind
Trying to hide from the lies,
It's the truth you're sure to find.
But sometimes reality is just too **** real,
And sometimes you break your own heart.

You just gotta keep searching
For a way back out.

Prison break,
Break the gates
And embrace your fate.

And all the while please just know
For there to be a Hell on Earth,
There must also be a Heaven.

For Heaven's sake, let's rush those gates,
Escape the land of relentless self hate.
So sick of being a powerless inmate,
But it's what I get for pushing you away.

There I go again pushing myself back into the cell
That I know too well.
If this is Hell, dear Lord,
Where is my Heaven?

I can't find it -
I've been searching for years,
Yet hiding behind my fears,
And drowning in my countless tears.

Maybe I can cry my way out of this.
My soulless life, so lifeless
Even the guards have disappeared!
So why the **** am I still here?!

It's time for a prison break,
Break the gates
And embrace my fate.

And the whole time I'll remember
For there to be a Hell on Earth,
There must also be a Heaven.

Feeling like I don't deserve it -
Laying my dreams to rest
In a brutal death,
Won't pass this test.
I'm testing myself to see if I've grown comfortable
In my cell I know far too well -
Maybe this isn't Hell,
Maybe this was Heaven all along.

For I once told myself
The greatest joy in life is crying.
Well then why aren't I happy by now?

It's been so long that happiness is just a myth to me -
A bedtime story you tell yourself
While the monsters in the closet
And under the bed
And in your head
And your heart
Start to creep out to tear you apart.

But somehow I've made it out alive,
I'll hold onto my soul this time.

For I've broken the gates, and before it's too late
I'm on my way to find my heaven.
Ami Shae Dec 2015
She woke up to an eery sight
seems that somehow during the night
a shadow (or something!) had crept into her room
and brought with it a giant box full of gloom
and though she tried hard to seal that huge box
it wouldn't close even with one of her best locks
and out spilled the gloom all over the freakin' place
and now she's wearing that **** gloom on her face...
but no, it didn't just stop there--
somehow it leached into her hair
and ran across her feet, her legs as well
and now she stands wondering, is she living in hell?
just one of those days, I guess...
Ami Shae Dec 2015
Love crept up on me
and knocked at my heart
and I tried hard
to open it --
but the key
broke off in the lock
and now
I helplessly watch
as love is swiftly
moving far
                                                       away
from me.
too bad he wasn't a locksmith. :(
Nuptial state!
Is it a bond?
Is it a grief?
I can see the fire at the end,
Disappearing and untouchable stars.

What is alike?
Obliging your hubbies
Cranky babies
Are they our burden?
I screamed,
Suppressing my emotions and reactions.

What is marriage?
A little adjustment, said one.
I feel it is a full of amendments.
Accommodate yourself for others.
Is this life?
Risking our future for a stranger.

How it call as divine?
Wearing a dress of his preference,
Is this call freedom?
How to live hiding my wishes?
A heartbeat is lost a dream forgotten.

Think,
If you have a child,
Will you happy ever after divorce?
It is a real lock
Locked within a ring
Are you afarid of it?
Is it an everlasting inexpliacability

No it is not,
Think slackenly,
And prefer good...
Many married women who have deliberately spurned the "hour" of childbearing are unhappy and frustrated. They never discovered the joys of marriage because they refused to surrender to the obligation of their state. In saving themselves, they lost themselves!
A Mink Nov 2015
I built my own cage,
                      I’m the designer of
                                     my own prison

I twisted the metal till my hands bled
working every wire into a bar
I fastened every bolt and every *****
meticulously trapping myself there

I marked you as my salvation
and the truth is you were only a
                           figment of my imagination
I controlled this place
you were not my executioner
     and I’m free to leave
              so free

but i can’t

if you asked me to stay
I would be dammed to say no

one cadence
          one word
              one syllable
    stay.

thats all the effort you’d ever have to put in
tell me that magic phrase
Ill lock this door behind me
               forever.
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