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Ryan Seth Cole Jul 2021
A man in his suffering bridaled by his toungue. A collection of thoughts that are reduced to a sum. With his fate at hand at the rolling of a thumb. His attempt at redemption is met to be shunned. He will forever be held by the passing of the moon and sun. He watches helplessly wanting to say so much but never does. He is his own prisoner. He want's to be but never does. He is the man who does not understand true love. He is the man that once was.

-RSC
Watching the world pass by and never making any real changes. Feeling like more of a spectator than having participated. About to make a move only to stop yourself.
Leaves it all to chance.
Never really caring enough.
Kenny Anthony Apr 2021
A prisoner of the mind
I am not.
I seek to feel again
to touch, to listen.
When I'm not with you
I'm missing..
Never made it through
I'm wishing
for you.
If you really love someone, you have to let them be with the one they truly love the most.
If you canโ€™t let them go, then do you insist on controlling their life forever?
Do you want to traumatize and haunt their life so youโ€™ll never leave them alone, even in their dreams?
Do you think youโ€™re proper, fit enough to be their companion?
How do you think they will act towards you after what youโ€™ve done?
In the end, can you really love if you only show affections behind a wall or pain?

There is no love that can be shown, if it is held against by its will to abide only by your bidding.
Aditya Roy Oct 2020
In sadness
In pain
In your thoughts
And scents
I find happiness
Down memory lane
Sprinkled with heartache
Like autumn leaves
On road of bare trees
Shriveling and shivering
In the cold November day
Some way
Anthony Pierre Sep 2020
Through contemplation,
the mind leaps to its haven
above reason's gaol
A daily dose of contemplation frees you from the shackles of reason and logic. Deep reflection is great for your wellbeing.
Andrew Layman Sep 2020
In my shell
there is life

In my cell
lies decay

It shows itself
every single night

Then at dawn
hides itself away.
Ivyanna Aug 2020
Soul bounded by lust
prisoner in a red-hot cage
where every step burns
and there's no one to trust

How desperately you want
how pointless your battle
you're the fighter
you're the jailer
oh - what a taunt!
If loving her wasn't a crime,
Why do I still feel like I'm doing time?
Am I a prisoner of my own desires?
Claira Lymei Jul 2020
I just hate myself.
But donโ€™t we all.
..But donโ€™t we all...?

This body is a prison.
No, this body is a prisoner.
This body is a is a prisoner.
A prisoner to my mind.

I hate my ******* body.
And my body hates me...

Why have I separated the two?
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