#imprisoned
Even though
time have rendered
her love obsolete
I still live inside
the four walls of my deceit
DE-LETE and re-peat.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC
Trouble spilling in paradise
I won't make a peep
Words worthless anyhow
You know talk is cheap
I keep struggles stitched up tight
In patches sewn underneath my skin
Stress wears seams until they snap
Bystanders get a glimpse within
And God forbid living souls witness
Damage or wear and tear
I strive to become a statue
Motionless to every passing stare
I know you wish to be perfect
Such a thing does not exist
I am not the best at navigating
Trails of life that turn and twist
I am rueful for not being grateful
The way you juggle our problems with skill
Probably am an anchor you drag along
Not quitting though hike is uphill
I long to help carry burdens
My arms are simply too thin
Fear I'll drop precious cargo from hands
Soon as movement begins
I would not blame you if resentment
Started erecting high walls
Disappointment forced you away from me
On road paved with regret and missed calls
I don't hear how you are able to see beauty
In my reflection I just see my mistakes
Don't have an explanation
For why heart constantly aches«
But you lift the sun a little bit higher
Clearing dark clouds in skies
With flick of the wrist you beckon their return
Rain pours from both heaven and my tired eyes
I do not think I deserve most poor treatment
All I want is to find your laughter
You've got this bad habit of putting me down
Feeling bad for it after
I should battle FOR you
Not with you
Be my first priority
If you stopped imprisoning my heart
Would realize it's you who holds the key
May 31, 2024
May 31, 2024 at 5:39 PM UTC
i hear your waltz, dear bird.
the soliloquy,
the melodies that pull at the strings holding what’s left
of my heart evermore.
i listen, to the shuffle of your ruffled feathers,
your light feet
dance to the creak of hardwood.
a sonical prison.
as this intrepid cell guard is
fueled by my schizophrenia,
and van gogh like delusions.
none of grandeur.
so here are my ears, one sliced from reality,
the other searching for its vibrations.
each majestic, and just as much
consequentially miserable, piano strike
marks a new set of steps for you.
and although i no longer feel,
nor see, i still hear exactly how you carry yourself.
and from that i draw insane conclusions.
from there, upon just listening,
i can imagine what your ****** expressions are like,
and from your laugh as you dwindle around this penitentiary
like a loose branch amongst gusts of wind
i can tell you’re free.
free to fly. free to feast.
free to find a new mate.
free to watch the world burn
from a bird's eye view.
just as we used to do.
free at last, most importantly from us,
more specifically from me.
and although i no longer
feel, nor see.
i still hear exactly how happy you are.
and that isn’t the most heart shattering aspect of our ordeal,
or should i say, my ordeal, to live with, alone.
because the part that really allows me to carefully and diligently pluck single strands of hair from my head as if i could somehow string out the memory of you out from my infinite depths,
is the fact that i can hear, clear as day,
another bird’s chirp,
another bird’s laugh,
another set of feet, on this waltz you’re on.
and when i say heart shattering,
i hope you hear it break, as the sounds of it
reverbs across this room’s vast loneliness.
oh, where are my van gohg like delusions now?
i’ll continue my search, since now i fully know that
you’re just gone. with the wind.
fly, my dear. and leave me, here.
to die amongst your waltz.
-melancholicreator
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 7:26 PM UTC
What is this that I've let build up inside of me?
I'm only human, I get lonely
So, at first, it's easy to see why I didn't really mind the company
...at first...
With every attempt to shine a light on it, it seemed to get more ugly and angry
Personally becoming so entangled in my past I found myself imprisoned in my head, lost away and locked the key
Mass delusion feeds mass confusion obviously
Abused by depression and anxiety
Used simultaneously as prison guards to keep me here in captivity
A single inmate maximum security penitentiary
Making a mockery of my first 40
While I watch the worst of me became the only me
I foolishly pretend no one else could possibly see
As behind the scenes I try to wiggle free for a second or three
In an attempt at some sort of damage control on this fragile soul and fractured mentality
Trying in vain to make sense of the recipe
'Cause if this is how it's supposed to be
Then someone's going to need to explain to me
Exactly why my straight to TV, B movie horror mystery
Was scripted to be such a difficult and seemingly impossible journey
Where's the humanity?
©2024
Feb 13, 2024
Feb 13, 2024 at 1:45 PM UTC
Torches march alone
Deep inside the stone wall
That imprisons me.
A drastic change
Comes from the heart
Tearing strings
Like guitar picks
I’m dying,
Aren’t I?
Starvation fills my body
When I wake
Even though I had a full plate
Surely it’s not the
Sporadic over drinking
To chase a numb
Or catch a high
From ghost peppers
Why does this pain
Seem chronic
And more often
Than less recent?
What am I to do
But question the sky
And falter?
I know not of the answer.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 10:21 PM UTC
The soul is something to nurture
To be touched with gentle hands
Will only blossom when cared for
By someone who understands
And your eyes feel like a dagger
Piercing through my skin
Puncturing vulnerable parts
Hidden deep within
Once full of serenity and strength
My body now lies hollow
An ocean of potential dried up
Empty pit where demons wallow
Drawing me in against my will
Like a fish caught on a line
Powerless to escape the hook
Captivity hard to define
Freedom drowned in a sea of regret
Pulled by the tide's direction
Swept up in the undertow
Waves crash and silence objection
Reasons remain a mystery
My heart caged without knowing why
Held hostage by past transgressions
Imprisoned by forces too great to defy
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 2:02 AM UTC
Cast into an iron box
Shut and put away
Somewhere that no one knows
Might as well be in the middle of the sea
Or in another galaxy
You can claw at the walls
Until your nails are ******
You can scream for help
Until your voice turns hoarse
You can tell yourself that you'll be fine
Until the words don't make sense anymore
You can close your eyes and try to make it disappear
Until you don't know what is real:
The darkness below your eye lids
... Or the Darkness around you?
You lie in there
Until you don't know
What is up and down
What is sound and silence
What is real and imaginary
What is alive and dead
Which is you and which is the Darkness
Aug 19, 2020
Aug 19, 2020 at 12:30 PM UTC
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
I have given myself a mean role and cannot now stop enacting it.
Oh if only I could get out!
Trapped in a game inside my own skin.
shackles of my isolation holding me back to conquer a living life .
Every day i woke up among a innocent world leaving my mask on the other side of a locked door .
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 2:01 PM UTC
You feel you are the only
But there are many, socially distanced:
Unseen and unknown, gifted but imprisoned;
For the time is not yet, but it tarries not:
In half a time and not the fullness thereof.
Today is not a strange day;
That day will be when two are agreed,
And heaven, the sun, moon and stars
Fall down and bow low to Man.
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 3:45 AM UTC
It was my birthday, the year
of a curse I never asked for..
****** from the temple
of solitude.
Now I just breath
dissatisfaction,
that every 365 days I'm meant
to celebrate the
incarceration of life..
Its overrated..
Blowing out memories,
smouldering resentment
Inhaled when I've lived another
moment to the finish line..
Why is it taking so long..
Happy Birthday Day to me,
I'm another year older
of my lame existence ...
I'm the candle burning out,
my breath smouldering as I
hold my chest..
Oh' well least I don't have to wait
another year..
My only regret...
I didn't get a slice of cake..
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 6:19 PM UTC
If we are a free country why does everything cost so much?
Society will not help those stuck in a cycle of poverty
The many cannot help themselves
So poor stay poor and the rich keep expanding the size of their bank accounts
Cannot save the hungry or the homeless so we might as well save face
Mistaken for freedom is decision
We are given few choices to make us feel like we are in control but that power is just an illusion
It is a free country to the privileged and an imprisoned country to the impoverished
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 5:20 AM UTC
All birds fly towards the north
When the weather goes to be hot
And fly towards the south
When the cold spreads the wings
And destroys all nests
Except my birds
They fly towards your heart
Asking, screaming and shouting
You are the worst spy
When they meet your birds
They sing a deathless song
Making every poor land converted to be kind
And the loosing mind returning his mind
The old trunk gets strong
Branches covering with colored and smart
Roses
The bees put their honey
Making me taste it as your honey
Love, that makes me in happy
All the world gets funny
And the birds dance with harmony
The fishes swim in circles
Making the water spreads atoms
All over the world, that makes the flies tends
Once the left and the right at once
The important my birds get wide
Not distance, but from my sight
And I will whisper at your beauty ear
I hate my birds as they go to yours
That is obvious for all viewers
But I wish to be with them by yours
Jun 6, 2019
Jun 6, 2019 at 11:53 AM UTC
A cold and shackled figure,
Hardly a husk of what once would be,
In the mirror it reflects a creature,
No human would ever care to see.
So distant from all other life,
The isolation has become a defense,
From the twisted world of the living,
So filled with overwhelming strife.
Standing solemn, eyes cast to the dirt,
Shackles secured firmly to the rock,
The birds surround his prison to mock,
The exiled being, and his surrender to suffering.
Alas, with frantic flapping they depart,
A gentle hand presses to the imprisoned heart,
The chains turn to sand and drop him free,
Eyes gazing up to his savior to be.
With stars for eyes, and the cosmos for hair,
How did his troubles turn her to care,
As she came down from her heavenly realm,
To bless such a meager, humble life?
He rose to his feet and without thought, mirrored her,
His hand, to her heart,
"This heart is yours, and yours to keep,
Hold it ever close and find love, limitless and deep."
Jan 28, 2019
Jan 28, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Wish I could do something right
So words would ring true
Wish I met high expectations
Maybe then I could lose a few
I wish I was not weighted with
Weakness well within my core
If only I was put together differently
Strength would emit from every pore
I create my shortcomings
How am I sabotaging my own goal?
Not trying in the first place
Allowing fear to take control
My heart bleeds in anticipation
Before cuts have a chance to appear
Live my life in apprehension
Assuming danger to always be near
My motionless state of insecurity
Realm of dysfunctional doubt
I forever am encapsulated in time
My skull is a jail and I cannot get out
Nov 14, 2018
Nov 14, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
I don't want to read I don't want to write
I don't want to tell that old story
That had been mentioned every moment
The youth met that is smart
He loved her and she did
They had a deal to be married
All people had known that
But that man who is smart
He is not only smart but he had
A lot of money to get what he wants
He demanded her ,her parents agreed
Our hero had gone ,our hero had vanished
That old story had been finished
The papers must be torn ,the tongues must be silent
You must not read you must not write
The man who wants to convert the land
From yellow to black ,from poor to get plants
He began his job ,he faced the difficult
When he succeeded, when the corps were appeared
The minister took it and had him told
The president that he did his hard
To make that land ****** not to be old
The man hate all people he immigrate abroad
The papers must be torn ,the stories must be buried
There was a hero
Who converts the dream
To the light ,to be appeared
To transport his country to be advanced
He was accused, he was imprisoned
The accused was the topple of the govern
He could be escaped, he could run
The tongues must be silent, the papers must be torn
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:35 AM UTC
Forced by covenant to conceal
The wound you carry deep
Too dangerous far to now reveal
The secret you must keep
The truth, it’s said, can set you free
Whose truth, I ask my heart
Some truth must hide, to shadow flee
Or slay as a poisoned dart
A truth which must be guarded well
Though to be shouted loud it cries
Must be restrained and forced to dwell
Within a citadel of lies
A soaring fort of alabaster walls
Splendid turrets as disguise
Conceals pits beneath its gilded halls
Where love lies brutalized
Though we ache for all the world to see
To the heart, it matters naught
Two souls are not united by decree
Nor love with license bought
So truth must wait and a prisoner remain
In lonely cell, there to abide
Believe dreams of freedom are not in vain
That gates, one day, will open wide
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
And to think of those with one choice, already chosen for them
When I have freedom
My freedom is prison
The clock moves forward
Everyday
it keeps taking me back
to that loneliest hour
I can’t stop breathing, even if I tried
Something in the air just weighs me down
A flower watered to death.
Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
When we are running
We are not thinking
When we are lot thinking
We are truly living.
We imprison ourselves in thought
We prevent ourselves from growing
We stay stuck in the same place
Which stops us from going.
If only we could be
Both thoughtful and free
Only then in life
Could we get what we need.
We restrict ourselves from growth
We build a prison out of the mundane
We see freedom outside
And we tell it to go away.
If only I could see
What I does to me,
If only you could believe,
What you do to you.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 6:14 AM UTC
I am still trying to be your friend
Looking past many flaws
It's kinda hard to see past
The stress you always cause
I know I should let you go
You are a battle I'll never win
Something keeps me holding on
Through the chaos I am in
You are not worth it anymore
This is not what I envisioned
I truly mean it this time when I say
I am done with being imprisoned
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC