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Pineapple Isle Aug 2017
The stone around your heart has been chiseled at
You warm the frost when you're ready
When you realize the small thinking, anger, fear, and drawing into yourself
Have shrunk you small
The wall starts to crumble
You start to free your mind, your heart
From the prison you kept for safety
A poem I wrote years ago
ICN Jul 2017
What happened?
Oh wait I remember
A president was elected
But we didn't get him
Instead we a got a dictatorial regime.

Freedom of speech was the first right to go
Slowly but surely
Prisoners of war
Accumulated in the prisons.

College kids and Activists
Beaten, *****, shot, ridiculed.
They might as well have been tarred and feathered

How sick do you have to be to shoot at a girl
Sitting
With her eyes closed
Crying for her country?

How sick do you have to be to paralyze a 15 year old boy
Walking
With the rest of us
For his future?

And don't get me started on the grandpa
Who was marching
with his grandchildren

Or the violinist
Dedicating a tune to his country

All trying
To escape from this country
Plagued by insecurity, inflation, and corruption.

The only thing we have left
Is a small scrap of hope.
i don't usually write about Venezuela, because it is a very touchy subject for me but i couldn't help it after yesterday
ClawedBeauty101 Jul 2017
Define for me the length of waiting

How long are you willing to wait for a person who is deeply fading?

What to you is too short? What to you is too long?

Do you fear your individual is too far gone?

Waiting is like a jail cell, where your mind is imprisoned

Time has the key, deciding how long you will stay with the life-line you were given

For 10 years I've been slamming my cold weak fist against the prison cell, praying that you would hear it

But still your back remains towards us, it would be cruel for me to throw a fit.

How can you hear us? When the lies of your authorities have deafen you?

I've been in here for 10 years, I know I may be for a little while longer

I may not ever come out at all. Still wait? Why bother?

Am I such a fool to still remain faithful to the bond that was created?

Or a wise young person to believe that the relationship never faded?

I could starve and yet survive this prison without a word from you

Because I still have the audacity to remain in hope,  the hope that someday you will come through...
You know who you are, I hope someday you read this, and know that WE will always be waiting, without any anger and bitterness. We are waiting for you
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
See all the maidens in pain
Sealed in luxury on the edge of the moon
Fair flowers forced to love their chains
Who feign affections for the Sun King

They're weeping in the shadows
And dream a dream of love
Forever bound and shackled
Only to rise above

To excel, they must all shed blood
Monthly moons and out
Shed a tear for the flowers in the prison

Though beauties spout and bud round them
They smile and sing to the Sun King's chime
Beneath the petals, they covet his rays
How hopeless you are, vagaries of time

Just like the Sun is King, the moon is his queen
In arrogance, he doesn't see the flowers envy
For they needed him to grow and rise above it all
So they tend to their weeds
Knowing if they are caught
They will burn and fall...
Poem I wrote today based on a documentary I watched.
Sachi Jul 2017
I'm confused, she said
I still love you, I thought she said.
I wanted to be free, she said,
You made me a prisoner, I thought she said.
I feel like a kid, she said,
I want to fly high, and dance with the wind, I thought she said.

I still love you, she said,
And I want to be with you, she never meant.
You made me a prisoner, she said,
We sang, danced and made love in our prison together, she never meant.
I want to fly high, and dance with the wind, she said,
We can get lost in the clouds, and travel the world together...,
I know, she never meant!
I am frozen from the inside out.
My breaths are not a choice.
Voices whisper answers to it all,
Answers to questions I didn't ask.
I try to close my eyes and close my ears,
But they push past my defenses.
And no one understands
Why I stand here alone
And cannot step forward
Without clutching his arm,
The one who helps me breathe,
Who wanted to understand it all.
I want to stand tall, and I will
When I learn to stand alone
And I am braver than the fear
Would have me believe I am.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2017
The darkest prison
Shackles you to the worst fear
How people see you

So you do it all
You try to please everyone
At the cost of one

Finding happiness
You lose yourself in that fear
In prison's shadows
Some more haikus from my journal. Have you ever been one of those people to give up your own happiness just to please those around you? Easy to fall into, difficult to get out of...
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