#confined
YES!!!,
you are
in PRISON,
you're CONFINED
within
your own
THOUGHTS,
just letting your
MIND CONTROL YOU,
and
thinking things
that are nought, but
DON'T BELIEVE
THEM THOUGH,
don't let
them TAKE CONTROL,
get a HOLD of
your
TRUE REALITY, and
tell them
VOICES TO GO
don't give them
the TIME OF DAY,
just tell them
to GO FAR AWAY,
replace them
voices
with
POSITIVE THOUGHTS,
and
BREAK FREE to
A BRIGHTER DAY!!!
B.R.
Date: 3/19/2026
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 6:13 PM UTC
This ain't love but what I feel
Hatred anger and more to steal
Every glance upon your neck
Is just me making sure, to check
I need to know who you are
Before you go and step to far
Don’t you smile that at me
Soon enough, We'll be three
My stomach hurts and feels obtuse
I will only ever break our truce
Anger fills my eyes and breaks my nose
I’ll never be you, I suppose
No, one day I will, don’t yet forget
Steal your body and take your bet
It's not an act of malice, swear
More than one of need, I’m the bear.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 4:09 PM UTC
I am here, but I am not
I am numb, yet I can feel
I am blind, but I can see
I am deaf, yet I can hear
I am paralysed, but I can walk
I am alive, yet I am not living
I can talk, but I don’t say a word.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
confined
confined in my mind
confined in this 4 squared wall of mine
confined with chains
confined with no way to escape
confined till i take my last breath
till i meet my death
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
I'll wave,
creating shapes with my flame,
you'll mistake yes for no
speechless for shocked
sad for emotionless.
you'll feel the heat and
assume that I'm here to burn.
you'll never see the colors I am.
I'll never be able to tell you the scents.
I'll be confined in this little glass jar.
and then?
you'll ***** me out.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 10:56 PM UTC
beautiful thoughts shouldn't be confined:
silence is experienced deep in the water;
soft yet strong, denying to alter...
spirits and fleshes are reluctant to combine:
now the time is slipping;
slowly the lights are also dimming...
unconscious about the belief:
dark, jovial and fragile feelings;
exploding inside and bleeding...
some like talking, some prefer to be quiet:
some show, some hide;
should confined explosions be dried?
- Aishwarya Kulkarni
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
Too quiet
Too dark
Too silent
Too far
Walls seemed to continuously cave in
I kept on hearing sounds nobody can
Then darkness came, fear started crawling under my skin
I badly want to scream for help yet I just can't
Anyone who listened to my story
They'll either listen or ignore me
Or even both probably
No one just takes me seriously
It's been giving me nightmares
Unbelievable fear of time is what I got
Knowing -ber months is coming may be other's time for celebrating
But it's months of nightmares and inevitable fear to me
Can't breathe
Can't laugh
Can't see the light
Please stop
I beg for someone to help me
Only one remained and believed me
Others left out of disgust or fear
One includes my parents, it saddens me
I need some ears to listen to me
Some open mind to believe what's happening to me
A person who knows what's it like to feel the fear I've been living
Someone I can truly talk to and give me understanding
But even so I already found that person by now
It still haunts me whenever I close my eyes
It's hard to live with it you know
Every now and then they'll pop into my thoughts and take away my happiness
It draws my tears out of my eyes
It gives me shivers down my spine
The fear I kept on feeling whenever I am confined
Not only in darkness but in my very mind
The riddle was not yet answered
This mystery is yet to be solved
And here I was waiting for its end
Hoping it would leave me alone and live my life again
But just how **** unlucky am I
No one seems to understand how I'm feeling
My parents would always avoid the topic if I ever start bringing it
I felt so betrayed and confined
I can't believe I see my own home as my prison
Yes we're all together yet I always feel alone
School was also not an exemption
Everything just felt so near but still so far like a different dimension
Laying on my bed
This very afternoon
Rain drops pouring down
Moments after 12 noon
Still so bright outside
Yet my room seemed so dark
Loneliness looming over
Happiness crushed like pieces of broken glass on the floor
Too quiet
Too dark
Too scared
Too silent
Please save me
My heart is begging
Please hear me
My mind is screaming..
Jul 6, 2020
Jul 6, 2020 at 12:07 AM UTC
They were opened,
Revealing a world in constant motion,
Colored and coated with this commotion,
Gripped and grabbed by the chosen,
Opened, but blinded,
Taken and tried, ignited,
A time before, I didn't mind it,
But now I mind it
I was better together and intact,
But now I wonder if I have even my own back,
Always feeling so stuck in this reality,
Confined, is this how it's supposed to be?
Feels like a day that lasts forever,
Losing time, guess erase the never,
Where did my mind go, lost my sanity,
Could I do anything to finally be free?
Could it be any better, I always ponder,
Maybe this is a test disguised as a taunter,
I feel it's getting harder to clearly even see,
Feelings confined in things that used to be normal to me...
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 7:31 PM UTC
Life is not race,
Pace yourself and appreciate ,
What you have been gifted.
And, breathe.
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 9:55 AM UTC
We sit inside a timeless cacoon, with the realty of time exempt.
Is this not the time for us to personally evolve
To search our soul indepth.
No pressures from a lucid world
Just you and self respect.
Journey to the depth of ones mind
clean the rooms that were unkept.
A broken heart mends with self love
the reality of this we should accept.
Love starts with the person looking at you,
in a mirror their perfection reflect.
Speak to the parts we use to love
now because of life neglect.
your inner clown or inner child
break free, let yourself express.
If sadness is what holding you back
Dive into this forrest of sorrow, the hurt you have to inspect.
Like tears of anaethesia, away this sorrow will be wept.
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC
It is dangerous when I become left with my thoughts
Listening to time ticking away in the clock
Reminding of the time I have already lost
Tormented.
I feel tormented
To know the sun will rise whether or not I rise with it
To know you told me you loved me but never really meant it
Drowning in the creation you created me to swim in
How much of this pain stems from my decisions
Tell me will it get easier this life that we live in
Will I someday find the meaning that for so long has been hidden
Or does each second live just to tick on the clock
Each one inviting an unwelcome thought
It is when I’m left alone that a realize I’m not
But I know time was not made for clocks but clocks for time
And I know God does not live within its confines
If only I too could take a step outside
No rush and no hurry
no fast or slow or need to ever scurry
I’d laugh louder not longer because who could tell
If time wasn’t there to measure the length of the yell
And the whole world would hear what resounds in my brain
The laugh releasing thoughts bound for two decades
The ones that over time have made me feel insane
But without time, perhaps no insane would remain
Maybe I’d be alone finally, without the thoughts to invade
Maybe it would be nice
Only time can say
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
Lone your stupor sits.
What reverie
you declare,
ambrosia never stang like this
since last the rain came stinging.
Ah but puddles my dear,
what fun!
I'll watch your splish splash
but let us not forget
the protection glass affords.
I fear large numbers.
I confess,
it's true.
It's not the hands per se,
rather the eyelashes
and how they remind me of teeth.
They chew me up
with a glance.
Still, what good
could one decimal eyelash hope for
faced with Napoleon's specters.
I'd wager on scarce.
Even so, eyelashes chewed through
my thatcher.
I'll have to buy
a new one.
One that isn't so fond of how the Swiss
process milk.
Not that it's desired
but it's still nice to have a tally
in the loner's column,
now and again.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Sometimes I feel like I'm in a dark room,
Holding a candle that'll burn out soon.
Walking around carefully, I bump into others,
Stuck in this room after burying brothers.
I share my candle's flame and off they go ,
With a light so bright they find their door.
Leaving me behind in this dark room,
Holding my candle that'll burn out soon.
Aug 11, 2019
Aug 11, 2019 at 10:18 PM UTC
when i'm letting someone go i picture guitar strings
plastic
fragile.
then comes the knife
the sharpest butcher's knife one has ever seen
glistening
fresh.
with one fatal swoop
impact is made and
the strings are cut like
butter.
but your strings are different
electric
metallic
strong and built to last.
and suddenly my knife
is but a rock on a stick
it holds no chance
bouncing off with every hit.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 5:28 PM UTC
The depth of space isn't really confined
but along with infinity it is defined.
________________
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:48 AM UTC
I can’t move
my legs are pinned to my body
squeezing against my chest
my arms restrain to my sides
my hands pressing against my flesh
my eyes wide but i see nothing
the four walls of this confined prison
pinches my skin
and pushes my head into my knees
my breath is heavy
Panting i can’t breathe
I choke on my own thoughts
my own breath
my heart pounds in my eardrums
I long to stretch my legs
and run far, far away
from this hell I have to call home
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 11:09 AM UTC
With hidden hands,
the curtain clung to the wall
and cascaded like a waterfall
down to the floor.
Smothering the window
and draping an old side table,
rendering it derelict
- a lifeless silhouette.
Quarter way down from the ceiling,
the curtain parted just a sliver.
Allowing a lone ray to visit between
ambling clouds.
•••
One on the outside can’t fully see
the darkened workings
of a confined mind.
I, on the inside...
Can’t see past the cloth
fastened stubborn
over my weary eyes.
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
It's guilt. Maybe, it's pity.
It's a shame when you love someone like that.
Out of courtesy though out of line,
as you think you owed it to them at one time.
You can't say the words.
You can't even whisper some.
In fear you might hurt
he, whose heart is in line.
You ended up keeping it all.
Ignoring that you're already lost the heart you own.
You think you're saving yourself but you're really not.
You know you're digging deep for yourself to rot.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 4:11 PM UTC
Confined by the walls that protect me.
Confined by the walls of society.
I wish i could just fly.
Spread my wings and go wherever they can carry me.
A pretty bird only needs a push to leave.
But what if it's never pushed?
Always stuck with a burden of being the best and never feeling like it
Truly and Just Simply
Lived.
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 3:39 PM UTC
seasons change, but I remain the same.
A feel of the frost that lingers in my hands, leaving a numbness to idly caress them.
A taste of the scorching heat that singes my tongue black, spewing out fire like an angered dragon hungry for tears.
A view of heavy storms or sunny days, confusion of feelings that leads to frustration and outbursts.
A sound of leaves crunching on the ground, wishing I could just fall and be crushed down to nothing but dust.
A smell of each holiday transitioning to the next, leaving me to wonder when I will to.
And yet, the seasons go by so quickly, and I am stuck in time.
I am stuck in a place where people keep moving on while I’m confined to just watch the seasons go by.
I can not move.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
i'll tell you what's ****** up about society
a man in a room filled with women is excited
he is checking every one of them out,
his eyes searching for the one with the biggest *****
and the ones with the big ***
his eyes scan the pretty faces for the sparkling eyes and by the end,he's convinced that he's in love with the girl with the perfect smile.
he is quick to point out their flaws,
one of them has a button nose
and someone has acne scars on her face
one of them happens to be taller than him
and another one a different race.
he is excited,he is aroused, he wants to get lucky, he want to make new friends by the end of the night.
in the locked room, he wants to have a time that only ***** can make him remember
a woman
in a room filled with men
is terrified.
she buttons up her shirt till she can feel it choking her.
she covers up because she doesn't want them staring at the bits of skin exposed.
across the room, she sees a man winking at her and quietly rubbing himself.
she desperately looks for a safe space, a familiar face,
she looks for somebody from the locked room who can save the day.
the men slowly encircle her and mentally undress her
and with every item of clothing they remove,
she becomes more of an object.
she is anxious,she wants to run for her life,she just wants to make it home safely by the end of the night.
the locked room is a paradise to one
and hell for another
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC