#imprisonment
Just one breath,
of unpublished air.
One organic despair.
One step to repair
my damaged window.
My misled gaze.
My programmed eating,
ate my days.
One word to pull me
from my habit
While I claw at the walls
like a mindless rabbit.
Trapped in my whole
endless war, an
obligation
to my spirit
drowning in
the need within it.
I'm drowning in
the human image,
the crafted icons
and social spillage.
I search for rescue
in nail-scratched writings
in the wall of the cell
I've spent my life in.
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 8:51 AM UTC
I can see myself in the mirror
through those eyes
Those are my red lips
My brown hair and eyes
I can hear the lyrics being sweetly sung
As my body moved to the rhythm of the song
The warmth on my skin from the sun
She uses my body and lives my life
She wears my clothes and my shoes
She makes love to my husband
She mothers my children oh so lovely
She fits in so perfectly
But, she isn't me
Can someone hear my screams and cries
Can someone notice that she isn't me
Can someone rescue me from inside
Can someone notice I have no control of my body
I'm locked away in my mind
I can't stand the sound of her voice
Dont listen to her words she is an imposter
I can hear her words over and over
"I am Emily"
But that isn't me
I want out of this imprisonment
I don't know this Emily
I want my life back
I don't know this Emily
I want my husband and kids
I don't know this Emily
I can't stop hearing her torturing voice
"I am Emily"
I am not her, she isn't me
I'm not Emily
-Shelly Ramos
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 10:53 AM UTC
I'm all alone,
Once again...
My empty home is
Devoid of friends.
Still, some, they call,
Or show at odd hours,
To share a few drinks,
Or maybe some flower.
It's been a year, or
Nearly two,
Since I've left this house
With something to do.
My skin has gone pale;
It's deathly white,
It's been so long since
I've seen sunlight,
The sun feels so bright,
That star from afar,
Still I shun its gift,
And it shows with the sight.
Of me.
I can't explain why I
Simply stay inside,
Instead of living life,
Taking things in stride.
But still I rise with dry eyes,
And unlike some,
I feel a peace.
A freedom to choose
Whether to rise,
Or follow my
Wild heartbeat.
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 12:36 AM UTC
my constant companions
are worry
with her sister
fear
dark angels
that clip my wings
so I cannot fly
cannot believe
cannot rest
they can leave
any time I want
I just have to have the courage
to let them go
but how I would miss them
those soft doubting voices
whispering my imprisonment
with the very best
of intentions
Oct 24, 2021
Oct 24, 2021 at 6:29 AM UTC
the dove
labored by his own beak;
the last breathed breath
lungs are filled
with the salt of the sea
**** to the shackled, the non-free
do you care, or is it a play
to see what you can get
breathe in
what's left
of the clean we polluted
divinity diluted
of air cleared, not yet
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 4:38 AM UTC
isn't it a wonder
that confinement
from the world
into a world
of prisoners
is punishment
&
that confinement
from the world
of prisoners
into a world alone
in an even
greater punishment?
- - -
then what about
those of us
that are confined
to ourselves
by ourselves
with our thoughts?
is that the
greatest punishment
of all?
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
The Octopi Jars
by Michael R. Burch
Long-vacant eyes
now lodged in clear glass,
a-swim with pale arms
as delicate as angels'...
you are beyond all hope
of salvage now...
and yet I would pause,
no fear!,
to once touch
your arcane beaks...
I, more alien than you
to this imprismed world,
notice, most of all,
the scratches on the inside surfaces
of your hermetic cells...
and I remember documentaries
of albino Houdinis
slipping like wraiths
over the walls of shipboard aquariums,
slipping down decks'
brine-lubricated planks,
spilling jubilantly into the dark sea,
parachuting through clouds of pallid ammonia...
and I know now in life you were unlike me:
your imprisonment was never voluntary.
Originally published by Triplopia and The Poetic Musings of Sam Hudson. Keywords/Tags: Octopus, Octopi, Medusa, Sea Angel, Angel, Angels, Nature, Sea, Ocean, Aquarium, Aliens, Imprisonment, Prison, Ship, Ships, Shipwreck
Sep 8, 2020
Sep 8, 2020 at 4:20 AM UTC
I love America
But sometimes I hate the U.S.A.
How do you spin,
Blocking airways?
Two party system;Our United States,
Couldn’t give better delegates?
And I despise all of the
Idol Worship,
Trickle-down culture,
Your distractions, weapons. Change;
not an endless hunt for newer things.
When Patriotism Trumps
Common Sense,
1776,
And we Masquerade our Liberty
Confined in an invisible pillory,
And you accrue,
While we make do,
At this point, if you are asking me,
Then yes, I would prefer shared misery
To your “equal opportunity.”
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 7:12 AM UTC
My life and heart,
Sentenced behind a rib cage,
I have no one,
Whom I can show the rage.
Have no walls to restrict me,
But restrictions that imprison me.
I want to fly like a bird,
But here I can't utter a word.
I crave for freedom and happy life,
Heart, mind and soul makes a whorl,
I want to act as per my will,
But I can't, may be cause I'm a girl.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 8:21 AM UTC
Mummified me tight in her web,
she finds it funny
that my eyes are left open.
I shake
but I cannot listen
and I cannot scream
and she stares until
my heart is broken.
she whispers and I read her lips:
"I am fate,
and you were held firm in my clutches
ever since man has fallen.
"Lay, watch, and twitch
and remember my dear,
every breath you take is testimony
that you were chosen."
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 10:44 PM UTC
You blamed me for keeping you like an animal caged
But honey didn't you see the stars that traced every bar in beige?
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 1:07 PM UTC
she had nothing here, in this house.
Not a shelve, not a chair, not a window.... Not a care.
She could hear air going into her lungs and then leaving...
She scratched at the floor hopelessly.
The sound brought a moment of relief.
She scratched again & again & again!
Her body burned all over.
The tips of her finger nails were coated in her own blood.
Suddenly she was on her feet punching the drywall....but the wall didn't seem to end.
There was infinite amount of wall to punch.
More blood flowed freely from The Empty House
she collapsed hitting the floor with a thud
The Empty House's walls seemed to beat like a sore head
steadily, She Screamed
And then breathed
Fast, Slow & then Nothing....
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Dull is the day.
A new thrill in the night.
A shrill scream in her flight.
Blood is dripping, the ax is lifting
Last of his kind,
a creature of night,
life in perpetual darkness,
neverending, the madness.
The spirits are raising,
pursuers are racing,
with a goal of ending his splendid ambition.
The endless ordeal has come to an end,
his final salvation eluded again.
The blood is no longer dripping,
his hands, no longer ripping the flesh.
Rapture is gone, once again he's alone.
He's come to oblivion, forgotten again,
ignored, but prison can bind him only so long.
Dec 29, 2019
Dec 29, 2019 at 2:51 PM UTC
Came out of rusty bars, with nothing but black stripes on me.
I walk down the street alone, seeing everyone else with no stripes on.
Their stares pierced through my innocence, as if my sins were still fresh for years.
But someone held my head high, gave me a identity, purpose and forgiveness.
He gave me a second chance, even when everyone else can't.
I walk down the street not alone, but with someone who filled me with hope.
Dec 24, 2019
Dec 24, 2019 at 7:42 AM UTC
If I ever get out of this cage,
I'll move so far away,
they'll never see me again.
I dream of a great migration,
now trapped,
forced to suffer flagellation.
These chains that hold me in place
will be the same to shape a noose.
Infinity has never felt so long.
I say my last goodbye with the words,
"So long."
Oct 22, 2019
Oct 22, 2019 at 11:20 PM UTC
I have wings and I can fly away,
But hey, that's a petty white lie,
Cuz if it were true, I wont be here today,
Enduring the hurt and the lie...
So here I am stranded,
Held down by chains of dread,
I have wings and I can fly away,
But you might as well call me disabled.
Cuz its a petty white lie,
And God knows I can't get away.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 6:53 AM UTC
It stifles more than stimulates,
Imprisons more than liberates,
Inhibits more than invigorates,
So why let it dominate..
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 9:34 PM UTC
The air tastes different out here
The stream plays the pebbles like a harp
There is no line that separates the mountain from the valley
No law that forbids the Sun from bleeding into the sky
There are no ends to the trunk
nor starts to the branch
There are no fences or walls
No corners or edges
Nothing sharp enough that it could cut my soul
I open my eyes
I'm still at my desk - chained, only by fear
My weekday tie fastened just loose enough so I can't complain I am choking
I am choking!
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 3:30 PM UTC
Good dog Max, always sits and waits
for the dogwalker, who comes every day at 8.
Leather leash around his neck, they go round and round the block,
the same route every day. He’s got no shoes and socks
to protect his padded feet, that were meant for grass and hills,
and there’s no chance to run and fetch a bird his master kills
(though that’s what he was bred for).
And from 9 in the morning, until every night,
it’s the same small apartment, floor of wood and walls of white.
Sometimes they lock him in a cage, so he won’t jump on the bed;
Max sometimes wonders if he’s alive, or dead.
He barks when they come home, and they tell him “shush.”
To hide his shame he gnaws a bone, or gives his bowl a push.
Max, depressed and fat, died before his time.
A prisoner locked in solitary who was guilty of no crime.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
what can i get for ten dollar?
anything you want
what can i get for twenty dollar?
ARevolution
what can i get for thirty dollar?
gilded handcuffs
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 12:43 AM UTC