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Stevie Idle Jun 2018
Wake up, pop the do-rag
Run a bubble bath, wipe the crack
Rock bottom bound
Strict and slang from dusk till dawn

Twist and turn, sit and burn
We don't learn
But this fella will
Get money and Uma Thurman

And don't try back the boss up
But for now she makes the vein blossom
Don't even misinterpret, I am clean
I never trip, other people do

Still and silent from dawn till dusk
I recognize and you nod
Flip the rubix, binging Kubrick
Pray I can make it better for them
faa May 2018
It is as if the world
is in a state of Hypnosis
allowing ourselves to succumb
to the 'Moral' Absolutists
letting them carve us
into statues of Uniformity
Masterpieces created
to be subjects of society
that instead binds us tight
with chains, numerous in form
watered down to be symbolized
as proper; Values and Norms
That can never allow us to identify
as who we truly are
Wilder Jun 2018
Fate lying within
A destiny woven by stars
Trapped and hidden from us
Forced to follow out the course already made
But we all have a choice
To break from the cage
Nothing is written in stone
Just what others choose to believe
I will step out of my trap
I will be who I choose
None can take my freedom from me
It's who I am inside
It's free to be a believer
Choosing who you are inside
But to some the price might be heavy
The Fate is yours to take
Jolan Lade May 2018
I'm trapped.
I'm trapped in a bottle.
Its got an engine, and goes full throttle.
There is nothing stopping this bottle, one day it will hit a wall, smash. now a billion pieces of glass with me in the middle, free of my pickle.
Bleeding but pleasing, now I can die.
I didn't survive.
My cockpit
Sovit Pokhrel May 2018
A Child
trapped in flesh and bones

A Child
chained in lies,
bound by norms,
trapped in a civilisation.

A child
chained in expectations,
bound by culture,
trapped in a society.

A child
Consumed by fear,
brianwashed and programmed,
trapped in flesh and bones.

A child
peeking through a window
waiting to be free!
waiting to be, just
A child.
deep down inside, the child is crying out in all of us.
screaming for  freedom.
Austin V Apr 2018
Forceful thoughts fall from the seams
Like the nightmarish steeds
Of a hellscape dream

So carved into rock are the thoughts at hand
That I can not escape
Who truly I am

A monster inside
With a colorful broach
And just enough care
To help you approach

When the fear you should have
I help wipe away
To disguise the danger
That will always stay

Run as you should
But you never can
Because I glove my ugly with a caring hand

So take my hand and come with me
To a world of fantasy and make believe
So carefully painted with a velvety sheen
So as to not let it show this is all a dream

But the paint does chip
And so you will wake
To an external hell
With no escape
jonni inferno Mar 2017
waited
for your calle todaye
when it did not come
i kurst'
this cold and
krewel daye

oft played
are the games
of love and lyfe
skillfullye laide
are the snares
and traps
we playe the hunter
we are the baite
be it known to alle
we are the prey

and i
knowinge the price
of painfulle lessons learned
forsooke that knowledge
which thru livinge
alle mustte earne
and thought
to safely
lure you in
withe
mine open hearte

yes
i kurse
this bryghte and sunnye daye
shoulde not the skye
be fulle of kloudse an' fey ?

'twoulde match my moode...

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Ted Apr 2018
All my hurt and pains,
Staring out these window panes,
Wishing to be in green plains,
To await the cleansing rains.
Shiv Pratap Pal Mar 2018
Thank You to the judge
for his high self esteem
for his wonderful ego
which made him feel like a king

Thank You to the judge
for falling into the trap
laid by the cruel criminal
resulting in punishing the innocent

Thank You to the judge
who failed to differentiate between
right or wrong,  just and unjust
but still felt that justice has prevailed

Big Thank You to the judge
for his application of mind
and for the miscarriage of justice
which ruined the life of the innocent

No doubt the judge was honest
No doubt he was good
still unknowingly he became a shoulder
to hold the gun of the culprit.
This is how an honest person falls into a Trap.
Cory Williams Mar 2018
Three stories tall, and a city block wide
I created this castle with no place to hide
"The World's Fair Hotel", you might know it well
Located in Englewood, my own private Hell.

I hired and fired through its construction
To fully ensure only I knew its power of destruction.

Once it was built, I hired employees
Female and blonde, my favorites of playthings
Under conditions of insurance policies
Of which I would pay (but I was also the beneficiary)

Soundproof suites so sweet to my ears
With gas lines to asphyxiate you - Drowning in fears
Or my secret hanging chamber
And lime pits to change you from human to stranger

I took pride in stripping you to bone and sold you to medical schools, made professors seem fools, all of you dead and alive at my disposal

All in all, 200 was the proposal, I confessed to 27 and later to 2...my dying wish is that I could have done it to you.
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