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Miranda Leigh Apr 2016
These walls are my prison
These bars, my door
There's nothing I can do
As I lay on the floor

Silent tears carve rivers
Down my swollen red cheeks
There are many orifices through which
My crimson blood leaks

My mind is my prison
My body, the bars
Soon I will break free
I will heal my scars.
Freddie Meer Apr 2016
In boxes full of nothing
A child learns to compose a ***** word.
While a woman
trapped, strapped, married to a bed
watches a drenched, shaken, homeless bird;
crying herself hoarse, until her heart begins to chafe.
The woman gets up, slaps the child, then takes him into her arms
The boxes full of nothing, she says to him, are strong but safe.
.......no children shall be seen and heard, and women, shall only be recognized by tinkling bells of their anklets.' the man proclaimed.
I have a heart
That in my chest
Beats like a madman
’Gainst the bars
Of the gaol cell
That keeps it
Like a bird encaged
From its mate

I wear a heart
Right on my sleeve
That beats towards you
Like a bird
That’s driven south
When winter calls
And knows no
Other destination
Inspired by the excessive use of the word and metaphor ‘bird’ by Lisa Hannigan in her songs. Thanks, Lisa.
Jack Jenkins Apr 2016
I think the cost was too much..
Too much... too much...
This isn't who I am...
It isn't... it isn't...

Echoes speak through the clouds of my agony
And the violence in me rears its bladed head
The blood falls in walls of showers
And the roar of guilt is overwhelming!

I whisper... set me free...
Hannah Gaines Apr 2016
I feel like I'm suffocating
I'm like a prisoner in an imaginary cell
My charges are ignoring common sense
I want to be free

People ask if I've ever been in jail
I am right now
This feels like a life sentence
I want someone to bail me out

My imaginary walls are closing in
My breathing is becoming shallow
My heart is beating slowly
No one freed me of my pain
Max Jonas Apr 2016
I am a lonely shepherd
That have no sheep
I am a deranged
That have been never existed.
I am lost with you
Can't find myself
I couldn't see bars,
The prison named life*.
Every morning I wake up with your dream from my sleep.
The problem perhaps is that prisons
have doors,
should people not be pushed through
the bars instead

the tainted parts of the soul strained out
the clean locked in with you

Sentences served would have meaning then
to learn to live with the parts of you

that are pure
Jessie Taylor H Mar 2016
Not yet,
It's still too soon.
I'd prefer for my heart to start right in my chest.
It craves to be mended,
Each shattered little piece.
No longer broken,
And finally set free.

But imprisoned by fear,
It cages itself.
Leaving the key,
Only eighty beats from its hell.
For any heartbreaker to stumble upon;
Without noticing the true power,
My heart can commend.
3/23/2016
Denel Kessler Mar 2016
I have done time in the prison of the mind

sewed a blue chip on my  shoulder

left the valley to roam and wander

nurtured a black, tormented seed

gave myself over to a blind man's need


I have done time in the sanctity of the moment

stripped down, undone, naked, free

felt the healing waters wash me clean

nurtured a bright, unfettered soul

gave myself over, finally whole
Charlotte Huston Mar 2016
MADNESS divine, is this weary night;
To the faintest eyes -
Shimmers the darkest sadness.
‘Tis is the dreary eve,
Where Darkness prevails;
Alas - you are sane.
Death is a prison,
Handled with a chain.
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