#inescapable
You seem to alternate
Between viewing your
Own mind as an
Unstoppable force
And as an
Inescapable curse
The only truly
Unapproachable
Concept for you is
That it's your mind
Within your control
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 6:48 PM UTC
Follow me
To the inescapable
Matter of shadow
Unerasable
Shivering to escape
Your footsteps
In the sun.
Shape shifting
Always there
Tuned to you
Even as you lay
In the grass
Of a park
Where children's voices
Have their own
Wave length.
Your history of insults
You carry around
Year upon year
May feel absent in the light
But your shadow is
Inescapable.
Like your hand in
The pocket of your purse
********* the seam
Is vulnerable. Tend to it
This Place you fear.
There is no war.
Come out. Reach.
Dance with it.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
From my view, while side eyeing beyond the periphery
I basically see a place that's not a place anybody would actually choose to be
But when it's the landscape of your own psyche
It's hard to see any way out of the intensity that will always accompany insanity
And no one can hear your inner voice plea for much needed mercy
Begging yourself to set yourself free
But this inescapable captivity is your eternity
But it just occurred to me,
I can't tell if this is free will or destiny...
Did I choose to fall slowly?
Maybe I decided to come undone gradually
Or did some higher power think this was best for me?
Either way's bad news for my trajectory
Zero possibly of a redemption story
No guts
No glory
Just constantly repeating "sorry"
©2024
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 11:23 AM UTC
An organic cell
An inescapable cage
A personal hell
A shell of rampant rage
Under a digital spell
Center stage
A deadly swell
Safety not easy to gauge
How quickly the bar fell
A sageless age
Shhhh, don't tell
It's the same on every page
©2024
Mar 27, 2024
Mar 27, 2024 at 3:51 PM UTC
Fading apricot sky
Paints the wet sand
The sharpest silver
and romantic mauve.
Angry incoming waves
Turn to lace agate
For a perfect moment
Only to return again.
A sooty oystercatcher
Warbles
Always keeping
one eye on me.
It is, after all,
his littoral arcadia.
Sea mist coats my skin
Speckled sand whips at my skin
Claggy dread claws at my skin
While I write
And write
And write.
Nov 5, 2020
Nov 5, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
The darker the darkness,
the crazier the thoughts.
That little piece of meat,
a sectioned off part of my brain breeds pain.
It specializes in it
and in reminders.
Like a calendar
but this one ties you in
your own personal electric chair.
Each reminder,
Each charge,
Each word
reverberates throughout your entire body.
It brings pain.
Brain pain,
the only thing I truly know.
The only thing I was force to learn.
I wish I could unlearn the things in my brain,
remove the whole thing
and start from scratch.
Must find a way out,
Need to find my way out
of this inescapable maze of my mind.
Even if all that is left to remember me by
is a splatter on a wall.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 8:58 AM UTC
you don’t have to
say a thing
i know it’s a lot
i’m a handful
imagine being me
it’s inescapable
but thoughts and feelings
are all i got
the only places
i’m allowed to go
i won’t apologize for it
i won’t expect you to stay
loosen your grip
i’ll drop anxiously and
finally shatter
we all could use a break
from the people and
places that matter
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 1:49 PM UTC
My heart is a stone
Rolling slowly uphill
At an easy, steady pace
They say life's not a race
They say you're never alone
But it's all just useless, I know
Gravity grips hard with each step
This treacherous slope grows steep
And helpless, I sow what I've reaped
As I plummet back to the valley below
Pulled two directions by my heart beguiled
I climb, fall, climb, fall, climb and fall again
Still longing for you, for those days long gone
And still trying like hell to get past this, move on
My feeble heart forever stuck in this Sisyphean trial
Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 1:03 AM UTC
my chest is an aviary,
hundreds of caged birds
flutter and shudder and whistle
soft songs and incomprehensible words.
my ribs as bars,
and my heart as feed,
and the birds all hum,
and we all have needs,
including birds, including me,
digging my hands, into my chest,
they peck at me, my insides,
to rip me open, we try our bests--
i scream and writhe and cry and whine--
i tear and pull and carve and break--
they sing and sing and sing and sing--
half-gored, i give in, stop, shake--
an albatross in my chest cavity,
the canaries' screaming pitch remains,
the robins and bluejays and wrens and larks,
all choir my unending pain.
i want to be free of them,
and them, of me,
but my ribs are bars, and my heart is feed,
and in my chest they will always be.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
A man walks these solemn streets,
tapping and rapping his cane,
and with him, the stench of death follows
on these dreary, weary streets.
His eyes shine against the dark
on these lonely, stony streets.
His smile sends shivers down your spine,
as your heartrate begins to climb
on these unholy, lowly streets.
Pulled from his overcoat, a blade shines
against the lights of these ugly, shady streets.
A sight that's gone as the streetlights flicker,
but not for long: He's walking quicker
on these now dangerous, deadly streets.
Out go the lights on these dark, desolate streets.
He hears you running; he'll always be coming
on these dreadful, hellful streets.
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 2:27 AM UTC
Human existence
Is a story
Accident or miracle?
An accident, for sure,
But could it not be both?
We
Are alive
And so am
I
Something from nothing,
Is that not miraculous?
People talk a lot
About Human nature
As if We are The Stone
When We are The Mountain
Of The Earth and Our
Image in The Lake
Reveals The Truth of Gods
Our Dominion is the
Consciousness We give away
To get back when We
Know
So for sure
It does not
Work
Not at all like that
I will explain it
All for my child
Under the light of day
Make no mistake
We have Made this place
Where
Currency determines
Which of Us will ascend
And it has been
For me all my life
That's when I look at you
And see you for the first time
A piece of The Soul
Welcomed to an entrance
Among Our every new
Where Our Elders sit
In circles of no clarity
Selling songs, selling food,
Selling news, selling views,
Selling Us modes of Life
Pandered to preselected groups
Test and Market approved
And Selling it as soon as through
Our parents who Would
Paper Our deepest wombs
Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC
"The Deep"
Imaginary knifes and illusionary wounds?
Yet so much blood and screaming
Inescapable knifes and unavoidable wounds?
Yet thought is the deep of suffering
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
A misty lake,
The cold air,
And my cold feet,
Gentle eyes defeat all the demons,
That shadow my lids.
They walk through the lake,
I can't see nor reach them,
But I can feel their breath on my skin,
Ripping and tearing.
I can see the other side,
The green trees,
peacefully standing,
Almost tauntingly.
I can feel my knees hit the dock,
The rusty nails digging into my flesh,
As the tide washes over my burdened back,
I slip away into the waves.
A still heart,
Polluted with suicide,
Darkened from all the infected scars,
I'll be ****** if I say anything.
Perhaps it'll help if I close my mouth,
Don't speak my mind,
Otherwise it'll burn my lungs,
They don't like it when I speak.
The misty lake,
Tugs at my rusted knees,
But the pain from the nails,
Hold me there.
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 9:58 AM UTC
the acid talk really put me onto you
the specifics did it. precision cement.
the way you fill the silence, violently
**** victim defender. defender of what?
if you stuck to one version of your rules
you'd hear your disgusting tongue, you
would taste what you say and purge
you were in so many places at once
you touched the stars. drank in bars.
according to your true story account
the child soldier. soldiered psych wards.
for all that i know, i know no more truth
i know, i know, i know i let you in but i
can't truly know such an obvious liar
nor believe it in my core that you're a friend
what do you want from me?
the steel trap that memorized my paychecks
what do you want from me?
the cancer factory that steals all my class A's
what do you want from me?
what do you want?
your verse your version
infects my art
never have i ever been so tempted to spend
money over the internet
much too much too
curious
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
Love.
Evil.
A conjugate pair.
True partners in crime.
Be careful,
But don't stop moving forward.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 7:08 PM UTC
downed the green pill
with gulp of cheap iced tea
i feel it warm my body
Tired, i'm done
Feeling guilty today
i think I'll just sleep
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 7:47 PM UTC
I won’t let you scream
But I’m screaming inside
I’m the only one who can hear you
But at least you care a little bit
No I don’t, not even a little
Well, I care
You’re not allowed to care about yourself
You’re not allowed to control me
But you let me because you secretly want me to
Why would I want you to?!
Because it’s easier than doing it yourself, you can blame
me when you are trying to remember why you did it
I’m done speaking to you.
You’re never done speaking with me
This time it’s forever
It never really is though, to you forever lasts until you grow weak again. You get lonely without me
Not true. Leave me alone.
You can’t escape me, I’m always there, in your room,
in your home, at your classes, in the darkest alley you walk
This time I’ll just ignore you. I have to before you destroy me. I am strong enough to escape your voice.
It isn’t about strength, it is about possibility, and it is physically impossible for you to escape a part of you
I’m just a voice in your head, but I will NEVER LEAVE.
Repost if you have a voice inside of your head, even if it is only once in a while, when things get really dark
Please comment! I love to read interpretations of my poetry.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Searched for razor sharp teeth
To tear at my benevolent heart
But my monster
Never hid under my bed
Or rested in my head
His disguise was a smile
Stitched
To perfection
Searched for the man in a mask
To raid me
But he never stole anything tangible
Or that could be replaced
His camaflouge skin was
Stretched over
Empty bones
I searched for signs
Yellow like the sun
Caution
But my assailant
Looks just like
You and I
Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
Perfectionism is deadly when it's believable:
A plant with infinite roots in my brain
As if my entire existence sprouted from that
Seed so evil that my very veins
Pump pride and pretensions through me
Pulsing, rising, filling me to the brim
With false dreams and glimmering hope
That feel hellishly hollow within.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC