#lockedup
You say you want me here but so you really?
It don't feel like you want me here,
Doesn't feel like home,
Feels more like prison,
Locked in a place where I don't wanna be,
Where's the key?
I need to find my way outta here.
Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 8:54 AM UTC
It’s funny that I can keep songs on repeat
But I can’t listen to you anymore
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
Am I really home
What is home
What isn't
Familiarity estranged
Causes and excuses
Broken lies
Forgotten promises
We all never made
Who are they
Everyone just gawking
At everything and nothing
At where I stood still
Where is myself
Left her locked up
Right she isnt
Who is the writer
Behind this
Sordid
Distorted
Broken
Poem or prose
Who am I
What am I
Is it me or is it really
You
I am here but not
The existing that's extinct
Appearing while I disappear
Depressed but not
Living like the dead
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 12:28 AM UTC
In a time so long ago
There lived a girl
By the name of Octavia
She was shy and mute
Not so much mute,
As just did not like to speak
Her parents were worried
She did well in school
But
Her social skills
p
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m
m
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t
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She combed her long black hair at night
Quiet as a mouse
In the small, dark little house
She rested
Her parents had enough
She could not function in society
They locked her up
And told her to stay
She did not mind
After all, there were books
And a comb for her long black hair
To comb at night
Every day, she did just that
The town she lived in
f orgot a bou t h e r
Bit by bit
She became unnerved
"Octavia, Octavia,"
She heard the voices say
"Why don't you come out and play?"
She shook her head, and read her book.
The voices stopped, then returned the next day.
Nothing else could be heard
Then, footsteps
Could someone be there for her?
No
They weren't
Eventually, the voices grew forms
Shadows of children, smiling and laughing
Octavia was wary and bitter
She did not like them
She combed her hair
One of them took the comb and ran
Octavia cried
Her hair would no longer be beautiful
Her beauty would
p
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m
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She paced throughout the room, reading her books
They became boring to her
Reading the same things, over and over again
Her bitterness grew stronger
She saw an old book, torn from time
And tears formed in her eyes
Weeping, she ripped a page out
And then another
And another
and another
another
more, more
m o re
All her books were gone
Nothing to do
Except listen to the voices
She knew that they were messing with her
She did not know how to stop them
They held her hand tight
And told her,
"Play, play, don't be scared"
And then, she stopped being scared
Her parents, regret in their hearts
Unlocked the door, and found nothing
Except a girl with unkempt hair
And a trail of ripped pages
She looked at them, and a smirk grew across her face
"Don't you see? I play with the voices, and the voices play with me."
Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC
It's all locked up inside,
Bars and barricades all around,
Things don't go out,
Things don't go in.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 10:50 AM UTC
Because of me
someone
will never be able to build their life.
Because of me
someone
is to be imprisoned.
Because of me
someone
has had their life ruined.
Because of me
someone
will be hurting for a very long time.
Because of me
someone
will never be able to trust anyone ever again.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 11:22 AM UTC
my lids are heavy
held down by pain and dried blood
I can feel the ground
my fingers wet
the smell of a public toilet
it's dark
I feel like I've just lost my mind
Two days later I'm pressed against hot benches
light blaring down on my
now red
bare chest
I know I can't move
"Sit Down!"
if I stretch my legs
just for a second
I could be in here the entire day
Five years later
sewing in thick gloves that don't fit my once feminine hands
I can see past the windows that can't open
men walking in the grass
gray clothes
gray hair
walking together as if they were chained
or had been
for far too long
One year later
the walls laugh at me
their pathetic attempts at a
***** feel"*
I see my friend in the corner of the room
I'd missed her
I start walking towards her
and notice her chin caked in spit
and her eyes glazed over
with emptiness
will I ever be free
will I ever convince them
will I ever run again
will he ever find me
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
After days of hatred,
and days of sorrow
The book is closed,
no more time is borrowed
They didn't see it coming,
For they never do
This is the end,
I'm drowning in the water,
Doing flips and backbends,
No I'm not trying to get to surface
I choose not
I rather be left on the seafloor,
chained and locked
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Your reality is altered
My imaginations wild
Together, a pair so faltered
But the efforts worth our while
A blink and then a nose rub
I shift my eyes, oh no
We both know who's lucky
And who's about to go
We smile then we grin now
As the roar of pain grows loud
The kissing over shouting
Is muffling the sounds
Washing all the blood off
They're beating on our door
You help me out the window
Just like we did before
Running, Gasping, Panting
But our grins are ear to ear
How could we get away again?
We're professionals with no fear
This game is far too easy
Were loosing interest now
Should we both confess sins
Exploit, I don't know how
Bars become our wallpaper
He's doing push-ups all in drag
She marked my arm with her name
But a better life, we've never had
Aug 29, 2010
Aug 29, 2010 at 4:04 PM UTC