#constraint
The Sovereign spins string on its fingertips
Creating a tapestry of one’s existence
Forced and bound tightly with silk
Silk braided into barbered wires
Choking and constricting to the very core
Thread searing and branding the body
Trapped in a web of deceit
Puppeteering while I try to lead
Captivated by crystalline chains
Chains which bind me to the eternal night
I stare at the darkness
The darkness stares back
Writhing in these woven webs
Struggling and suffocating
In harmonious cacophony
Desperately clawing towards freedom
The crystalline chains crack
Braided silk unravels into strands
Woven webs wax and wane
Nature’s hold withers away
Released from the cocoon of futility
Threads of fate snapped and spindled
Forced tapestry destroyed and left undone
Replaced by a blank piece of cloth
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 3:19 PM UTC
It had been 11 months since I dared burst my skull
The ghastly vision that ebbs and flows
from mirrors to walls and solemn windows
Their precarious steps clouding my neck—
bottle after bottle and their vision recedes
How swift the mind guides away from the ruptures
How swift the world seek change at unwilling ends.
Stillness at the silence of once bustling dwellings.
Cyclical patterns I once fought to leave
Elated thoughts and galactic dreams
No longer suppressed within the concrete eves
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 3:05 AM UTC
The ceiling fan sends its emissary
to breathe upon the candle’s flame
the humble blaze enclosed but free
in the small clear glass vessel.
Silently it wiggles and swirls
asserts its freedom
responds to the breezy envoy
with light.
May I and you, constrained and nourished
within life’s bounds,
embrace freedom’s grace
and respond with light
as we dance with the wind.
May 24, 2019
May 24, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
Son, I remember smiling faces who
gathered around the television’s glow. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked each one.
"Yes, Mamaw," they sang out to
me like precious songbirds, my family.
Son, I remember faces who
gathered around the television. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked each.
"Yes, Mamaw," they sang to
me like songbirds, my family.
Son, I remember who
gathered around television. "Are
you comfortable?" I asked.
"Yes, Mamaw," sang to
me like, my family.
Son, remember who
gathered around. "Are
you?" I asked.
"Yes, Mamaw," to
me, my family.
Son, who
gathered. "Are
you?" Asked.
"Yes," to
me, family.
Who
"Are
you"
to
me.
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Hold on to yourself
Don’t let your scars become you
Lest you scar others
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:41 AM UTC
A cluster that shifts its way through air,
Maneuvers over the dust framed on the walls;
Dangling like a fading murmur.
May a blur of delineation
Hang up on the wind, for it can fall.
The armor of nothingness devours
The endomorph encapsulated
To a glass of assumed euphoria;
Privy only to those whose confidence
Sits solemnly on a bed side table,
Besides the visions of tomorrow:
Where bathtub flows carelessly,
Till the matter dries up against the walls,
For it only rests beyond the dust,
Till the frames of the sky
And the gravity embraces,deathly,
A life long ghost.
May a blur of delineation
Hang up on the wind, for it can fall.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
*There Was A Long Month Called January
Which Filled All with untold constrain and worry!
Tired of her scotching haze right from her beginning...
everyone ached for her end that was never beckoning
That Hell of A Long Month Called January*
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 10:34 AM UTC
People always claim they want to be free…
Free from their job constraints…
Free of their relationships…
Free of their pressures…
Free to love who they want…
Free to do what they want…
Free to be what they want…
Care free…
What we don’t realize is it is our choices…
Our choices to change,
be content, be present,
to be authentic that allows us to be free.
Freedom is you and everything you want it to be.
So what are you waiting for?
Be free.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 10:59 AM UTC
I am scared
I feel I am walking
Endlessly
Round and round
In a circle
It feels like hell
And I am stuck
Someone controls me
Strings on the ends of my joints
Changing my movements
Keeping me down
Is it a guiding hand?
Am I being lead,
To where I should be?
Then I looked,
Repetitive burden
I want to leave
I will break free
It will be difficult
But it can never be worse
Than the hell I am in now
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
My soul calls to the crashing waves,
Let me drift in you like withered wood,
Let me sleep in the glistening blue,
To wake up lost on foreign land,
To be free with you again.
My heart sings to the wild wind,
Carry me away with the gusting sand,
Carry me further and further away,
Lay me in the desert sun to feel,
To be free with you again.
My mind cries to these stone walls,
Crash down and let me go,
Crash around, fall to the ground
Let me see the beauty beyond your chains,
Let me be free by myself once again.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 9:53 PM UTC