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eli Dec 2019
i am in a room

trapped

for a brief moment
the door opens

for three days
i go outside,

into a high fenced yard
I think i am closer to freedom

i sleep outside
afraid that if i go in
i wont be able to go back out

that doesn't stop them

i am in a different room now
no windows
no beds

i just want to go home
Carlo C Gomez Dec 2019
The ransom note came this morning
And you were listed twice
First as the abductee
Then as the abductor
I'm not even going to ask
How it was that you captured yourself
I just want to know
What's going to happen once
You have the money
Do you free or ****
The hostage?
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2019
They must have some significance (?)
Perhaps she's into vanity
And just likes the way they look.

Maybe she's engaged to Jupiter,
But like so many men
He never intends to close the deal.

Could be they gently hold her in place,
As she otherwise has a far amount
Of wanderlust inside her.

Then again, there's always a chance
Her moons have conspired
Against her,
And aim to keep her prisoner.

Whatever it may be,
She's a mystery up there.
I only hope and pray she's happy
With her situation.
It's her life after all...
Sometimes there's more going on than meets the eye
Ylzm Dec 2019
Faith's a gift even as prodigies are gifted
But whereas prodigies are put on a pedestal
Truth's a stranger, exiled from the womb
And life's a harlotry in a foreign land
Blixy Nov 2019
Anxiety you used me.

You held me as a prisoner in my head.
You held me hostage.
You made me treat my friends awful so I’ve got nobody now.
You dragged me around making me feel worthless.

You made my life a living hell and I assumed that if pretended everything was fine for long enough then maybe....just maybe I would begin to believe it.

But It’s getting to the point where I don't even like what I see in the mirror.

All I see is a ghost staring back at me with empty eyes.
All I see is the hurt in my smile.
All I see is the mess I am.

I am a problem that can’t be fixed.
I am what’s wrong.

And I will always be what's wrong...
Peter Tanner Nov 2019
On the morrow I will ask her if she will go with me.
If she tries to set me free wont it just be a trap for me?
Yes I would be free from the fear of rejection
but instead I would be the prisoner of depression
On the other hand if I am asked to stay
all my chains would fall away.
Now is the moment before the scales tip
before the choice is made and the cards flip
My mind is always caught up in this reflection
and thus I'm haunted by the fear of rejection.
Asking a girl out on a date can be a scary thing, something most people fear.
R Oct 2019
I am a prisoner
In a cell
Of my own doing
The chains binding me are too strong
Laokos Sep 2019
the last
vestiges of my
terminal romance
are sputtering out

God is blowing
smoke rings
around my heart

the people that feign
caring talk
about fish
and
the sea

one workday is
followed by
many more
of the same

and the
days off

never
last
Alex Gifford Sep 2019
Bruised and ******,
arms restrained
this criminal correctly blamed
for trying to release another.

Who not a friend
nor a brother
but thought it wrong
to just let suffer.
So together
in a cage
held conviction,
suppressed rage,

And whispered words
in hopes to capture
a nudging deep within the captor.
Unconvinced
but dismayed,
their guardian then proclaimed,
"when dogs are slaves,
you've no regrets,
yet misbehave
when men are
pets?"
A bit dark. It was inspired by the realization that many peoples explanation behind human value is completely subjective.
Poetic T Aug 2019
Tie me up with lies,
        gag me with half trues..

Handcuff me to your heart,
                      swallowing the key..

But no I can escape you


                                   at any time.



But I like to see you struggle, to keep
                                    me under check.

Who is the prisoner,


                                               "I know its not me,
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