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Haritha Seby Nov 2015
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.
Arcassin B Oct 2015
by Arcssin Burnham


Locked in chains full of dangers,
hold my hands lord,
pulling me further and further away
from my original destination,
what's with a these different strangers,
life can also record,
all the things you gave and took away,
weather the source of damnation,

I can't imagine life without beauty,
scratch and then patched,
something anyone wouldn't want to
bother with,
when it comes to judgment,
my sincerest apologies truly,
don't want to get too attached,
with a dose of salt and a quad of spit,
in the air..... I'm suspended.
Suspended.
Success
is a
lock
With no
specific key.
We define success differently,so I figured perhaps success does have different keys..I really don't know of one specific key really
My heart needs a lock;
Give my mind the key.

© Melissa Carlson 2015
Kyle Fisher Sep 2015
If I were where I wanted to be,
no one would go without.
The truth about this theory is,
there are blocks and I have doubt.

Like packaged deals I'll keep away,
and summoned tribulation.
It takes alot to muddle through,
and understand creation.

Emancipated life and love,
together bring destruction.
Although I need to rise above,
and settle on construction.

To get to where I need to be,
there can't be hesitation,
What's inside struggles to veil.
My core's incarceration.
©Kyle Fisher
Hanna Kelley Aug 2015
You told me you
Couldn't trust anymore
So you locked your heart
And you shut the door
I would knock and
Knock everyday
I waited for a response
Then I walked away
Soon I grew tired
Of trying to earn your trust
Your teardrops on
doorknobs begin to rust
It was pointless to knock
So I just walked in
Your trust in me
Growing more thin

"No more doors
We can have a new start
Now I only have
To unlock your heart"


"But why should I trust
The one that didn't knock?"


*"Because I am the only one
That cares about your lock

Everyone else left
For the same reason I stayed
Because I couldn't bare
To watch you use that blade"
This is about someone who lost all trust in the people around her because she kept getting hurt, so she started blocking everyone out. The more she pushed people away, the more friends she lost. I was the only one that kept trying. One day I just confronted her and demanded she told me what was going on, she wanted to know why I still cared; so I explained why as I was emptying her pockets of razor blades..
georje naïf Jun 2015
His arms is where I was taken
His smile was like my heaven
His innocent face in front of mine
That made him look like an Angel
His manly voice whenever he speaks
Sounds like a beautiful melody for me
His tallness was an advantage
He hugs me so tight
Like he won't let go of me
His presence was enough
To give me more courage
And to made me feel so contented
It was simply taken me back
Because that was all a memory
That make me still **Captivated
Perfection is his name.
Rockie May 2015
I want to lock myself away
And never come out again
For fear of the light
And of the people
Who shall criticise
My actions
Amitav Radiance May 2015
Looking through a keyhole
World becomes smaller
A constricted view of the world
Lost the key somewhere
All the keys are redundant now
Within the four walls
Life revolves around the mundane
Only window to the world
Now hazy with perceptions
Now there is only one way
To look at the world
Holed up within the premises
But only to look though a keyhole
Locked inside aspirations
Never will the key be found
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