#contained
My body was trained into submission Shoulders curved inwards
Spine folded small
Voice clipped short
I didn’t take up space between
Because space was dangerous
A presence was always
An invitation to conflict
Stillness became costume
And silence camouflaged
I could exist without existing
And most days that was safer
The house never let me forget myself
The corners were a constant reminder
That I was temporary
Conditional
I lived on probation
My existence tolerated
Only if it stayed quiet enough
Compliant enough
Unremarkable
I wasn’t raised so much as contained Childhood was a sentence
Served indoors
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
They speak of absence & inaction -
Yet, 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩,
¹ Such things do not exist.
Like imbalance,
These are merely perspectives.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 11:20 AM 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
Thoughts deflate then wither in silence,
Contained in this skull shaped dome
Breath taxis the sound like an organic drone
But delivers to no one,
A voiceless zone
They said they'd be here,
But no one's shown
It isn't new,
Still don't know what to do to atone
I wouldn't say I'm not lonely,
Just not alone
Many fractured personalities have left the nest,
Off to make a life of their own
I try to keep the piece on my own
Not a radical idea
Though
Not something I'd condone
It increases the gravity of a situation,
One I could have never known
But what's another boulder to a shoulder of stone?
The devil on the other shoulder is now older and grown
Adopting a fatherly tone
I got a bone to pick with him,
But that'll have to wait till we find home
©2024
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC
Dark eyeing well,
keeps me immersed
in eroding idealization
so,
I surrender desire
daintily clad in anticipation
Discordant,
in endeavoring dedication
Drumming dropped pleads,
echoing through emptiness
of stonewalled silence
and
I'll scurry,
realizing the persistence,
petrified in pattern
Illuding in induration,
muddily dissonant
Selfishly smitten .
Eventually, etching
paths of ascertainment
into mirrored reflection
Reminding,
my own cerebration
carving the cavities
that keep me contained
Oct 3, 2023
Oct 3, 2023 at 2:59 PM UTC
Will Power
It keeps me knocking at the door,
It hits me heavy like a boar.
It leaves empty like before but I keep my head beside the lord.
We have a plan as we know we can but has there been another man?
I hold my breath and exhale the air...
Could she be that little mare?
All these males and females dare to test the one who says they care.
Still it keeps me knocking right through the roof...
What is the power and what is the truth?
May 11, 2020
May 11, 2020 at 7:28 AM UTC
Contained
Myself a mime,
Pushing the boundaries of my world.
An extrovert trapped,
In an introverted nightmare.
Escape me O Lord,
From this bitter place.
Free me my white washed walls.
Walk among rows of the sick and the dying
Find each of us in a corner
Silenced screaming sanity unhinged
Scrambling symptomatic soliloquy,
End this madness. Or end me.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
Once I climb into my bed
My monsters all awaken
But when I sleep next to your side
I swear those beasts are shaken
And when I hold your body close
Imagine a future much better
To find the right way to get there
We must navigate together
I felt heaven for a breif moment
It's contained inside your kiss
I must admit you are the only thing
That touches my world with bliss
Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC
He was a mysterious young fellow.
Quiet and Serene.
But in bed, he is a god
that can't be contained.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
i have spent far too much of my life
building towering walls with no arches, without windows
without any view to the outside world.
i would much rather have liked it if i would have built fences instead.
fences are moveable.
you can push the rows and rows of wire or wood a foot to the north
or a foot to the south
or make a curve in the line.
fences don't block everything out,
they don't keep everything in,
and they don't hurt as much when they fall.
walls, on the other hand,
crash
and burn
and take months and months to rebuild.
fences?
fences can be put up in a day or two
depending on how difficult you want it to be to get in/get out;
fences can be taken down in a day or two
depending on how easy you want it to be to get out/get in.
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
I may be insane
Or maybe im just in pain
But I will not strain
To be contained
Your actions will not stain
My choice to stay
In a world in vain
Day by day.
Sep 19, 2015
Sep 19, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
Give me the sorrow, pain, fear, and anger.
Give me the things that people hate and I’ll smooth out the ruffles.
They’ll make me stronger.
They’ll help me love you.
I see a paragon of virtue in the flaws.
Give me the weakness, and I’ll find its use.
I want the castoffs.
I know their value.
I sit,
Cross-legged by the fire.
The box meant to contain imperfections.
I linger over each, loathing, pity, regret, fear,
My fingers curl over each piece.
My mind caresses the memory.
I change them,
I rewrite the weak,
Strengthen the lesser.
Broken pieces can solidify beautifully.
I swallow the pain, and anger,
Completely neutral outside.
I give a cleanliness to the soul,
At the risk of my own.
If you were to ask…
I’d give honesty.
The fractured pieces demand to be heard.
They scream from their container.
They poke and **** but I swallow it down.
If you ask…
It’s beautifully colored glass,
Broken, healed and broken again.
I can break, but I’ll be whole again.
Colors, defects, knowing and using them
that’s what makes me,
Flawless.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
We
Are
All
But
Energy
In
A
Nicely
Wrapped
Package
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC