#constraints
They expect me to behave.
They want me to do
whatever they expect me to do,
no matter what it is.
But I wanna be free.
I wanna fly
with the wings of a
butterfly
and jump and bounce
through the clouds.
But I know I won't—
I know I will do
what they expect me to do.
After all, what would they say?
They wouldn't like it.
They would say:
"Why do you have wings?"
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 4:20 PM UTC
I can’t accept that my heart must turn to stone
just so that I don’t have to fade to dust and bone.
What good is life if you must go it alone?
Everyone should hear a voice versus a dial tone.
I don’t want to put a price on my head or on my soul,
and I don’t want to pay the price when I’ve already paid the toll.
Maybe I should take a lesson or two from a certain mole,
and find myself a nice warm and cozy hole.
Instead I resign and lay down on cold concrete
hoping it might absorb some of the sun’s heat,
like during days in the summer when it burns your feet,
they say you could hear an egg sizzle and it could cook your meat.
You may think I resemble a crumpled up bill,
discarded and thrown away at someone else’s will,
or maybe just another ant upon the hill
that’s awaiting to be squashed, just awaiting the ****
Still I’m risking it all for just one more day,
even though the colours drain and then they fade to grey.
What you give you should not take away.
the rules keep on changing but not the way we play.
“Do you know what you’re doing, Em?”
I’m shaking my head and cheeks turn red.
Holding back tears but coughing up phlegm,
just consider me one of the walking dead.
And in all of that; myself I will find
and I’ll find myself becoming blind.
With clenched fists and teeth that grind,
living in the constraints of a mortal mind.
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 12:23 PM UTC
Release me from these shackles,
I don't need to be contained,
away from the guilt of it,
I don't need to be constrained.
Release me from the burdens,
Release me from all Fears,
Release me from these Hardships,
That I have dealth with for so many years.
Release me from Constraints of sorrow,
of shedding so many Tears,
Wishing that someone would save me,
Wishing that help was near.
Release me from Trail and error,
Release me from all doubts,
Loose me from the thought of thinking,
If the fact that there's no way out.
Constrained from Financial difficulties,
Constrained from the ware and tear,
When you're feeling down and low,
When Life is treating you unfair.
Release me from ALL CONSTRAINTS,
This is my beck and call,
Oh, Please Release these shackles,
To be unconstrained FROM IT ALL!!
B.R.
Date: 10/1/2024
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 1:36 PM UTC
Where to store all of my dreams?
So much desire
Yet lacking the means
Many ambitions
Yet so little time
Precarious conditions
Little chance to shine
In desire to create
Shackles bind my mind
What a truly cruel fate
Aug 2, 2023
Aug 2, 2023 at 6:55 PM UTC
Sometime acceptance is key to forget about what took the heart's hold.
May of fold, for everything in front of you that you behold.
Cherish what still may accumulate from this cursed concept of time.
Rehearse this mere delusion as it just another illusion illustrated between bonds you may not be fond of, but it will be fine.
Push through and don't miscue.
Remember the solace in the heart but don't take forgranted it's expression.
As it very much may so be your lesson.
Times ran deary, release the fury that no longer serves you.
Don't let the tension of nerves breaththrough.
Rest in a new awake, and don't forsake a new day's break. -marty.
Dec 24, 2021
Dec 24, 2021 at 12:31 PM UTC
You want to be manipulated,
you like it this way,
to be robbed from your agency,
to be imprisoned deliberately.
And in the sandbox play as you will,
With known constraints
And known space to fill.
You want it altered just so enough
As to tell things apart,
But to be told where they belong,
Hinted at what’s right or wrong.
And in the new stuff find exhilaration ,
But newness is old news;
Just give them the passion.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 11:52 AM UTC
I have a proposition
A small inclination
That we should just stop
And run away from these constraints
That bind us to these pointless repetitive lives
Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:01 PM UTC
I am no more than what you
Make of me, but
No less than how you
Define me.
You could be the first point of contact,
****** upon my hand-crafted pedestal,
But you are self-interested and
An impartial judge to this acquaintance.
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC