#arrested
Will I spend all the rest of my year wishing I could go back? Except that I can’t remember what it’s like to feel like a kid. Believe me, I’ve tried. I think I’ve tried harder than any other person ever. And it’s not like I can’t remember the experiences and the stories, then again, only a couple still come through from time to time. It’s more like I grew up way too fast. And I’ve never felt like a kid, so I can’t remember what it was like because I never lived it. I never lived it. Or maybe I just…never grew up. Either one is possible, but deep in my blood I know that I will always hope that the latter is true. I don’t want trauma. I want to be a kid. I want to splash in a puddle and laugh and be a child. And I can be. To this day I still draw with chalk on the driveway, wishing, praying, begging for the rain rain, go away, come again another day. But it doesn’t feel like what I want it to feel like. I think that’s why I try so hard to engulf myself in my other deep emotions. Because nostalgia is one I’ve never really been good with. I can cry, I can hurt, I can bleed, I can be numb. But I can’t think of my past and cry to go back. Not honestly. I guess I’ve answered my question.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 7:25 PM UTC
Arrested by God's grace and blinded by His light
Convicted by the Spirit and found dead to rights
You are found guilty of ****** in the first degree
The sentence to be carried out: death on a tree
Justice will be served, and the price must be paid
About to be led away, but the crowds are stayed
By a voice soft and strong: "Let them go. Take me instead."
A perfect stranger was tortured, he suffered and bled
It should have been me on that cross on that hill
But He had plans for me and, to this day, He does still
I had condemned, I had tortured, and I had slain
I felt no remorse, and even enjoyed their pain
But God's love and mercy found me on the road
My life is His now: a life is saved, a life is owed
If God can take a wretch like me and turn my life around
Use me as an example of how much his grace abounds
He humbled me greatly: knocked me off of my horse
And, with a mighty wind, I was forced to alter my course
I am by no means the greatest, rather I am the least
But He bids me rise like dough to His yeast
Through his goodness I have done great things
I have seen the blessings that a grateful heart brings
For it is not I, but Christ that lives within me
I die with him and in rising He sets me free
Glory to Him who sits on the throne
Honor to Him to whom I am intimately known
Praise be on my lips and in my heart
For we have been given a brand new start
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 9:04 PM UTC
Wrap my wrists in silver
And see what I do.
I saw the girl and shot her;
You want me to shoot you too?
Throw on the jacket,
Surround me in white,
I'm still going to escape it.
So come and join the fight.
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 8:41 AM UTC
The colors red, white, and blue all mean the word freedom...until you see them flashing behind you.
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 10:58 AM UTC
i keep my pride under house arrest
tied to an enema of ***** soda
that stops at the border of the premises
what a great laugh crawls from the nailed headboards
and sips from my resolve
i try not to show my subordinates the pressure points I worry about
but the maintenance staff knows too much
the maintenance staff keeps us up the most
they read the cracks in the plates
silverware scratched from being thrown around
every shard is collected
the professionals recommend 3 square meals a day
my pride is offered for breakfast
3 eggs, potatoes made one way, a dragonball shaped pancake
with 5 chocolate chips, and an apple skewered sideways
coffee is poured over top soul
my pride is offered for lunch
grilled cheese, something plain and boring, chips, something also plain and boring,
Gatorade, or overdone redemption
my pride is offered for dinner
grease, a good burrito with grease, an IPA,,,toast to mix things up, a joy ride with Cassidy, a waterbed of folk music, (zero ***** given), pesto penne, another IPA, a timeshare just south, and sometimes dessert
after yelling at the neighbors some
and a few reruns on adult swim
the ***** soda kicks in with a little extra
and puts us all to sleep
in 25 years
when the sentence is over
I don’t think it will find the same 3 square meals a day
Jul 17, 2020
Jul 17, 2020 at 1:44 PM UTC
She never cared what I pulled up in,
we ad a date, 911..
on the side of our ride.
We were late blue lights
shining bright like her eyes.
Getting there on time, left the blue
shining after we left,.
Temporarily leaving the cam on..
Smile ******* this is us,
eyes and a camo only seen :)
But underneath
we smiling,
catch us if you can,
prints wiped..
Were not a bonny & clide,
The new generation,
tip-toing on the lines that blur
with everyday.
I don't have a car but I'll pick you up,
it doesn't matter if your down,
I'll always pick you up.
Turning that frown from
a negative to a flashing,
whoops we have to ditch
before were arrested lol.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:33 PM UTC
I'm a murderer
I already killed so many times I can't even count on my fingers anymore
I should be arrested but I'm obeying laws with such elegance no one ever saw
But they will judge me
Just as I jugded before
but they won't **** me
Cause I'm the one , cutting me at millions pieces
Or maybe more...
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 12:54 PM UTC
I was twelve years old when I got arrested, they brought me to the cells and took my mugshot… reminding me that I will never be free.
I learned when to speak.
Only when you're asked,
never put your head up,
don't you dare share an opinion, even if it's in class.
I learned that my life…
Was never truly mine to begin with. Just something another person can use at their whim, then dispose of.
I was twelve years old the first time I got arrested. They put me in cold metal cuffs and threw the key into rivers of tears I have yet to shed, but will come.
I was twelve years old the first time that I was arrested. My life looked bleak and I could no longer speak because my mind was not my own.
The took a permanent felt tip marker and wrote their names on me.
I was twelve years old the first time I was forced to be something I'm not. I was tortured until they found what they wanted. They proceed to shackle me with trends to follow, cover me in my prison uniform of tight skirts and crop tops, and read me my rights. Though it's clear to me now that i have none
I was twelve years old the first time I got arrested.
Change the laws and let us free. Let me once again know what sunlight feels like upon my shoulders without the restraints of people trying to diminish difference in the world, when all I wish to do is preserve it.
I was twelve the first time I was arrested….
I was charged with the act of being myself, and sentenced to life without parole.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 9:39 PM UTC
when you try harder and its not enough
just stop trying and do it!
when you are not even trying
and way passed the deadline
only questions remains
what am i doing?
why?
only if i had at least one answer
answer to why i feel this choke?
and my tears just ready to flow
why this reluctance ?
why can't i point out what is it
and after all that questions without answer
what now?
what i think i should do?
why can't i move?
which excuse is it this time?
that's holding me here.
why am i arrested within?
why i feel like i am devouring my own tail?
yet the circle remains the same
and if this is true, why can't i stop?
why this choke is not enough ?
why it keeps suffocating and not just end it?
why can't i just even try to stop?
what do i need to stop?
why my question only have vague answer?
and why every unsure answer have another question?
why that question leads to more questions?
does it ever end?
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
I see you through those bar windows, I feel the cold cuffs around my wrists, I feel the black stick hit me every time I watch you get arrested. You said we were family but I've never had family rat me out over bail. You said you were my ride for life but now you have a flat tire and in walking home tonight. I'm no mechanic, but I do know that you're totaled. Have fun in the okay pen, I'm going home.bro. See you on the other side.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
My horoscope told me that I should think creatively today. It told me that I should write and so here I am, attempting to write a poem.
Little does my horoscope know that my mind is unable to function.
"Write something clever! You will create something great!" My horoscope instructs me but unfortunately that task is easier said than done, but I try because I want to fit in. All the cool kids are doing it.
However, nothing but loud noises come out and the writing police come to get things under control.
My brain has been arrested for causing a public disturbance.
Writers block has taken over. It is a cell block in my mind where all of my creative ideas have been cuffed, thrown into a corner, and forced to *** with rusted metal bars offering no privacy.
It's humiliating.
As I sit in my little jail cell I think about what I've done and how I could never come back here again.
"Next time," my brain tells me, "Don't listen to your horoscope."
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC