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Collily Sep 2014
His heart is a prison cell
and I am a repeat offender.
He found me guilty of not being good enough
so he shackled me in with every embrace.
I'm hoping for 25 to life!
Inspired by sonnet 113 on Shmoop
Haley Lorish Sep 2014
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You mustn’t forget
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If you don’t you’ll regret
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I'm afraid I'm obsessed
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Or slightly possessed
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You must do it with order
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Or the words will get stuck
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To make the voices stop
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I have to get them out
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Afraid of my own thoughts
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I am prisoner to my mind
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Please someone help me
Poetic T Aug 2014
It was the light show of the heavens
Grazing the atmosphere,
Like fairies skimming on a pond,
"Then the light faded"
But something was wrong
Shadows moved upon there own
No longer were they prisoners
The light had brought Darkness
Upon us all,
They were like trap doors
For what ever fell in to the shadows grasp
Was gone
Flesh,
Bone,
Cloth,
All consumed
As if fallen in to a black hole
Street lights were a place
For ladies of the night
But people crowded around
Where ever light shone
Illuminated
Bright,
Florescent,  
The shadows would dare not go,
Those on the rim were easy pray
For a wrong step
And in to the night screaming
Then silence
Never to be seen again
But shadows get in to places where
light Is needed
But a shadow print
Placed over metal then it was gone away,
So the lights flickered
On,
&
Off,
With each flicker
The crowd thinned
Screams then a soundless nothing
The emergency light glowed on
Like an angel keeping those below from harm
But the light was dimmer than before
Many were lost as time went by
But the sunrise was ticking closer by
As dawn broke upon the world,
The ghouls of shadow
Screamed as in Pain,
The light corrupted the darkness
It was ****** in to its on abyss
Then nothing,
What was once inanimate
Then full of darkened life
Consumed the world in black
Was once again upon the foot,
The light of the heavens
Had opened a gap
Where living darkness crept upon the ground
Corrupted shadows
Gave them life,
But now light had brought there demise
Life will never be the same
When light turns darkness alive.
Bob Sterry Jul 2014
He was equipped with a fine vocabulary
Far in excess of his intellectual needs
An entertaining fool
Stocked with dictionaries
Obscure constructions
Medieval verbs
Circumlocutory, verbose
Impenetrable
A simple mind hid amongst
A confusion of entangled phrases
As if using a foreign language
Assembling hopefully meaningful phrases
Where a listener may find coherence
A simple message

Every request
Every Statement
Observation
From his mouth, no matter how mundane
Appeared decorated
Embellished, almost..
Baroque

In this wordy fog
It was hard to know
Hard to find
Traces of a real person
A tangible, relatable identity
Something predictable.
In the swirling wind of
Constantly shifting
Complex expressions
Seeming riddles.

He was a prisoner
A lifer
Doomed to remain
Incarcerated in his usage
Dense, cloying, exaggerated, unyielding
Usage
He could not avoid
Unconscious, reflexive, merciless
He did not struggle,
That ended long ago.
A simple phrase came to me on a bike ride, the first two lines of this poem. It became a short prose piece for my blog. Now it is also a poem.
Dayana Jul 2014
I sit on the wet grass after the rain
watching the sun slowly rise
the birds begin to chirp
and the moon is already hidden
if there is something I would want to catch
it would be the moon
but every night I watch it hide, doing nothing about it
without the moon, there’s no night
no time to be alone in a soundless room
with loud thoughts
no time to be alone, trapped within your own self
you have to put on a show
put on a happy face
to show the world, that you are strong
but its the moon
its the night, which sees the true sadness that fills your soul
and no matter how far you run
you’re always a prisoner of your own mind
wyatt rabbit Jul 2014
My brother, it's as if we're speaking of a ghost
when we speak of you.
Your name
constantly accompanied by
"remember when"s and "I miss"es.
But you're not gone,
you're just away
on a little trip that turned
into an extended stay.
But it's no vacation paradise.
It's like you took a one way flight
into a bird cage
and you watched the door slam shut
right behind you
with nothing you or I could do.
And it pains me to see
because you're such a free spirit
but they strapped a name tag to you
and made you their pet.
Threw you in with the convicted rest
until you rebelled
and they kept you by yourself.
Well over a year spent in solitude
and when they let you out
you weren't the same.
And mom, she wasn't either.
I swear I saw her flinch every time she heard your name.
Little brother, he's the spitting image of you.
Like he's trying to make up for your loss.
A stand in
a mini me
every time he laughs it's your face I see.
He wears your hat every single day
and it breaks my heart
he wants to be just like you
and I pray he doesn't take after your bad parts too.
You're coming home soon
and as happy as I am
I'm scared to death it won't be long
before you're back at it again.
Rehabilitated is an empty word
you know what it means but it's something you've never heard.
You are what you will always be.
Even if what you're not is free.


*s.mndi
Rochelle R Jun 2014
Led by delusion in blinders,
Stilled by shackles on my hands and silenced with a *******.
This life is lived locked on the wrong side of the bullet proof glass.
Half truths are the only truth.
Every coin, every story, has only one side.
The path before, and for miles behind me, is filled with glass and burning coals.
My mind is free, but what point does it serve?
My auto biography is a lie, redacted by the masters of the universe.
This is my world.
This catatonic existence is self made.
Roughly biting down
Iron tongue
Lungs constricted
Refusing to let
A breath escape
My pleas, silenced
There's no one to save me

Held down
Marking me up
Outlining territories
Red lines on brown sugar skin
Know it's wrong
But I play along
Convinced
Or deceived
By the word love

Eyes welded shut
Praying to fade into
Just a shadow
Splayed flat against the wall

You keep on taking
Though, there is nothing left
I'm certain I should
Stay completely still
As your arms
Steal bars
Close around me
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