Still I cry

Remembering everything

Preventing myself from moving on

No matter how far I've come,
how much time has passed

It's still there, like a fresh wound

Every day is a battle against the past

I'm a prisoner of our memories

I am what you threw your coins in the fountain for.
A knight in shining armor,
ready to free this prisoner of war.
Someone to love gently and bring your soul some peace.
A lover who will mend your broken bits into a masterpiece.
Once you’re complete, I will leave and be on my way.
Taking my masterpiece with me, so I can add it to my display.

Yes, I am what you wasted your wishes on
Once I finish decorating my pawn
I’ll be gone.

The Prisoner©

It feels like I am encased by these four walls

Any direction I look I see darkness

There is that constant chatter of voices

Within the solitude of that small space is a growing fear

My eyes scan from left to right as if I were
a canary in a cage

Senses are heightened as I seek out anything or anybody
that may wish harm to me

It is as if I can smell trouble

Yet every once in a while I allow myself to venture out

During those rare moments I sense what it is like
to be free again

To feel calmness, completeness, wholeness

That is until I close the doors to my mind yet again

Andreas Simic©

Have you ever been imprisoned by your thoughts and admiration?
yelling out that you want to be free from this suffocation

You're a prisoner by all means, your heart has abandoned you to the court, and your mind a witness to all the things you've done

Then, you found a key; the answer to moving on but it couldn't fit the locked door

So you tried the best to escape but all routes has failed. There's only one way to fix this, is if you've let yourself to be not guilty of your crimes

Just prove you were innocent but what can we do? we are all pros at heartbreaks

We are free!
We live in the land of opportunity,
With multicultural integrated communities,
Thank you elders for preaches, speeches of unity;

But now............;
I am sad, sad, sad, sad, sad;

The innocent live in a electronic prison,
And worst, some are slaves to the nation;

2017 the clink of the chain is replaced with a silent hum,
Even the whir of the brain computer interface machine disappears in the atmosphere glum;

We don't hear or see chains drag and clink,
As the imprisoned human's walk in sync,
The mainstream public unaware do not have a chance to bethink,

A spokes person will arise through the new generation,
With peaceful preaches, speeches to each Royal monarch,
And member's of Parliament to abolish electronic restraint's.

Licking the soles
of there
             abandoned shoes

He tasted the outside the world.

Dreams were footsteps never taken..

DOES it feel like to be in love with you as a punishment? I repeatedly appealed, requesting that this verdict be exacerbated and expanded.

     Does it feel to love you as a prisoner? I am happy that you are a warden who is never far from my lockup.

     Does it feel to love you as a kind of forgiveness? I do not care, love still love, no matter proven guilty or free from lawsuits.