#noescape
A hand wrapped around your throat.
Every once in a while squeezing a little harder.
To remind you of the control it has over your happiness..
Playing mind games from time to time,
Letting you experience the taste of joy. Only the very next second to be flung back into the pit you could have sworn you were almost out of.
Light is an illusion.
The hope you once had everytime you saw it dwindles.
You eventually find yourself turning your back on it.
You don't stretch out your hand anymore.
You don't try anymore.
You don't believe anymore.
Who you were, who you could have been is slowly swallowed by the darkness.
Color is no more.
Life is no more.
Never knowing what you did to deserve it.
Only knowing that you do.....
Deserve it that is........
I don't ask questions anymore.
"Why" is a repeated pointless word with no answer.
So I made up my own.
"There is no why. It is only what it is, it is just you."
The hand squeezes until death becomes you.
Fight as you might some of us won't make it.
Blood shot eyes of my soul, I might not make it.
One simple fact,
I'm not gonna make it.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 9:31 PM UTC
Running in a narrowing tunnel,
from a place I cannot escape.
Siren alarms echoing behind.
Walls softening, air poisoning.
Don’t stop.
Shouts meet in the whining wind.
A glimpse of shadows nearing.
Coiling after me, dragging down.
Whispers dissolving into noise.
Skin itching, prickling into blisters.
Worms gnaw deep inside my flesh.
Lungs screaming between breaths.
Black fluid leaking through wounds.
The wails closing in—drowning cries.
Clawing for the end.
Yet the path stretches.
The exit slowly sealing,
the darkness devours me.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 2:59 PM UTC
It was an ordinary day.
My husband and I, arm-in-arm,
Were window shopping for a new TV,
Something 70 inches long to
Dominate our living room,
And we found it,
The perfect TV, even
On sale.
We arranged for the delivery to our home
And left.
That night, it came,
Beautiful as the floor model
And OURS!
We couldn't wait to turn it on,
But something was wrong
With the remote.
We pushed the buttons, but
It didn't work.
We changed batteries --
Nothing.
Shook the stupid thing --
Nothing.
Finally, in a sarcastic exclamation
Of fake bravado,
My husband held it up and yelled
WORK!
And the TV flashed on.
Overjoyed, we got to
The real work
(Deciding what to watch)
And curled up together
To relax,
But something was wrong
With the picture.
It looked dark and rainy on the TV,
And we were trying to watch Baywatch
(Fun in the sun).
My husband went to fiddle with the buttons,
Randomly pushing them,
While I laughed and, as a joke,
Held up the remote and asked
Can you make our TV
work right?
And immediately dropped the remote
When it blinked one red light.
My husband picked it up
Can you make our TV
work right?
One red flash.
Unafraid my husband said
Do it!
And all of a sudden, Baywatch popped
On the screen.
We looked at each other, slowly sat down, settled in
For the night,
But then from the TV we heard
WHO DARES CHANGE
MY PICTURE??
Scared, we jumped back.
WHO DARES CHANGE
MY PICTURE??
Turn it off
I whispered.
My husband hit the remote --
Nothing.
WHO DARES CHANGE
MY PICTURE??
Use the button on the TV!
Turn it off!
I half-screamed.
My husband fairly ran to the TV
And pushed the power button and
A huge bolt of electricity flashed
Like lightning,
And his body started spasming as
Currents ran through it.
I screamed
STOP IT!
And his body fell onto the floor
I ran over, but it was too late
He was dead.
Crying, I saw the remote still in his hand
And took it, shakily asking
Did someone in the TV just ****
my husband?
One red flash.
Terrified I asked
Is he going to **** me, too?
One red flash.
Frantic, I knew I needed to get
Out of the house
Away from the TV,
So I fled, still holding the remote,
Looking behind me to see if I was being
Chased by anyone,
I didn't see the bus coming,
Or hear its horn,
Or realize I was in the middle of the street.
I screamed at the remote
Am I safe?
Two red flashes
NOOO! What happens to ---
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 10:23 PM UTC
abuse long since over,
no more direct contact,
but your reach knows
no limits.
it's in the minutiae of family life,
spreading like a wildfire that blazes
between us,
touching me even though you
no longer can.
I hear the intimate details of your life,
your thoughts passed to me
like an infectious disease with no cure,
and I lay dying,
struck down by relatives
blind to the damage they're causing as
carriers of your plague.
there is no escape
if I want to be part of the family
because you've convinced everyone that
you are a crucial component
of this world in which I live.
you can do no wrong,
so they listen to every declaration
from your mouth,
praise every action you take,
and bury me six feet under
without even realizing
they're holding a shovel and
I'm drowning in your dirt.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 3:53 AM UTC
The basement was cool and dimly lit
with a squeaky fan that created a light breeze through the room.
In the corner, a spider spun his web
and waited.
I watched the spider
as he skillfully finished
laying a beautiful trap.
I watched as you came over and climbed
on the bed next to me.
You moved closer and your hand
reached out to my body.
There was a little ladybug flying past the bed,
landing just out of reach
on the windowsill.
I watched the spider move in his web
closer to the windowsill
as you rolled on top of me.
The ladybug seemed unhurried,
unafraid of something she didn't understand.
I wanted to call out,
tell her to run before it was too late,
before the spider lured her into a trap
she would never break free from.
But I was quiet
as waves of pain washed over me.
The spider must have done something
I couldn't see
because the ladybug lifted up in flight again
but this time headed directly
to the corner,
to the spider,
to his web.
Eyes closed, I silently screamed NO,
and when I looked up again,
I saw the ladybug struggling to
get out of the web
as the spider advanced.
A single tear rolled down my cheek
as I turned my head away from the corner,
the spider,
his web,
the ladybug,
her struggle.
I couldn't bear to watch.
Eyes closed again, I felt you get off
and knew
it was over...
too late to save myself.
I opened my eyes one last time
and saw the spider
on the ladybug
and knew
it was over...
too late to save the ladybug.
I stared at the ceiling and
thought about the ladybug
flying the other way,
the spider never catching her,
and how different everything would have been
if the spider wasn't
lying
in wait for his prey,
just like you were
lying
in wait for me.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 6:09 AM UTC
Every waking moment my head spins,
Thoughts buzzing back and forth like cesium.
My soft face ****** hot with needles and pins,
And yet I still cannot stop pleasing them.
Always wanting to scream but freezing when
I feel them start to pull away from me,
My heart seizes and I stop breathing then;
I can’t lose anymore, I’m so lonely.
Perhaps without me they live more freely,
Too much a burden on their shallow mind.
I really wish I wasn’t so needy,
But I can’t escape these vices that bind
Me to others’ love, fuel my seething pen.
I’ll fall in love, and they’ll just leave again...
Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 12:28 PM UTC
believe me
I listen
I do
I
just
could not
get free
I
cannot escape
Jan 14, 2020
Jan 14, 2020 at 8:37 PM UTC
I am so confused.
Confusion is a precarious state.
I feel so depressed
into the oblivion of a thousand lethargies I plummet.
I don’t know how to let it out
From sadness I cannot rest
so it rolls on for perpetuity.
It rolls on unexpressed
I could slice my flesh
Paint a beautiful artwork with red
but I’m so tired.
I could eat my feelings, then purge,
Until my stomach aches, hands shake
but I’ve already done that.
I could lash out in an epoch
of hidden rebellion
but I can’t escape my fortress of living hell.
There are no ways out
I don’t have the motivation to exist.
I don’t have the motivation to breathe
But I’m too tired to sleep
I’m too tired to die.
I am supressed
I am oppressed
I am depressed.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 3:05 AM UTC
What a delicate heart!
One touch and you'll shatter.
Treat yourself like fine art,
So the price won't matter.
What a sensitive heart!
I already see some of the cracks.
Such a bad start.
I hope we won't watch you collapse.
What a brave heart!
You act like you're getting stronger,
Yet you break down in the dark.
You can't take it any longer.
What a heart!
Delicate, sensitive and brave.
Promise me you won't break,
Even though it's what you crave.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
i am a wooden cross
with a young girl strapped to
my chest. she is crying, i can
feel the fear, her desperation , running
through her body, thrashing as
she tries to break free of the bonds.
'are you a witch?' they ask her,
the crowd standing in front is
staring at her, waiting on her
next words. she weakly denies but
they are angered and feel defied.
at the bottom of my body, beneath
her feet, lies kindle and they touch
a burning torch to the loose straw and
immediately it flares up into flames,
beginning to burn my base.
the girl screams out, she doesn't deserve this,
she never wanted any of this. 'witch, witch' the
crowd chants as the fire crawls up my structure.
i can feel her fear as she tries to break free, the fear
grips my soul and there is nothing that i can do
but to hold her in place as she burns for crimes
that she did not commit.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 6:33 AM UTC
Forceful thoughts fall from the seams
Like the nightmarish steeds
Of a hellscape dream
So carved into rock are the thoughts at hand
That I can not escape
Who truly I am
A monster inside
With a colorful broach
And just enough care
To help you approach
When the fear you should have
I help wipe away
To disguise the danger
That will always stay
Run as you should
But you never can
Because I glove my ugly with a caring hand
So take my hand and come with me
To a world of fantasy and make believe
So carefully painted with a velvety sheen
So as to not let it show this is all a dream
But the paint does chip
And so you will wake
To an external hell
With no escape
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 3:58 PM UTC
My life is like a carousel.
This one I can't get off.
It's beautiful on the outside,
but it never ever stops.
The world is a blur now,
from spinning for years and years.
It's easy for people to say I'm fine,
when they haven't felt my tears.
Your life might be a roller coaster,
going up and down.
That's way more fun than being stuck
Spinning round and round
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
The heart
It gets broken and broken
There's no escape
But the end
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 8:52 AM UTC
Silence, within this cold and dark room of mine
Solitude with a perfect design
Items that bring me a semblance of joy
Such as a deck of cards or an old child's toy
But I can't escape my own head
Or the emptiness of my arms or bed
Imprisoned from my own mistakes
Trembling, scared, as my facade breaks
So I wait patiently and empty forever more
Knowing I'll wind up just like before
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
Someone once told me to stay alive from them
And it was never my family, it was never my friends
It was someone who was hired to keep me alive
She did a pretty good job
Even if she doesn’t care about me her acting convinced me enough
Because I can’t seem to succeed in dying
Mar 26, 2016
Mar 26, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Do you know what it feels like to live with this pain, the pain of your body going numb or the shocks of lightening that spread throughout your body. This feeling of helplessness when you realize you dont what the **** is wrong with you all you know is that every time it happens you want to curl in a ball and cry, everyday is getting worse and these pills arent working. Your vision starts to haze and your breathing starts to come out in pants your chest is crying in pain and the next thing you know your throat and face swell up. Your crying in pain but your trying to hide it from everyone, but those little random episodes start to stay longer than before 1 minute turns to 30 and 30 minutes turn into 3 hours you cant walk you can barely talk and there is absolutely nothing you can do to help ease the pain. Your just left a crying mess without hope...
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 11:08 PM UTC
I can't tell how I feel
The rats are inside her again
I am a boiling kettle whistling
The blood is hot in her veins
I try to keep it in perspective
Her own fear devours her
I over achieve to balance the scales
They have nothing to be jealous of
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can add more,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
After the cold, brutal hands,
Of pain and death strike,
Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
There is no recovery,
Not for any soul,
After the cold, brutal hands,
Of pain and death strike,
Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
Once you learn misery,
There is but one escape,
There is no recovery,
Not for any soul,
After the cold, brutal hands,
Of pain and death strike,
Nothing can return,
To its former shade,
After even a drop,
Of those ebony tears,
Even the purest smile,
Never regains its shine,
You can get worse,
But no one will notice,
Once you learn misery,
That's it.
One escape: Love
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
*you stole my heart
and you locked it
in a cage, unable
to escape your
dangerous,
disasterous claws.*
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC
I was too young to hate, falling asleep afraid, my dreams never stayed straight, they contorted and they twisted, then the monsters would come and visit,I'd blink and appear in an asylum, hugging the walls in the dark it starts, I'd only be able to hear them, no light and I could never see any windows to know if it was day or night but hearing the sounds would make me take dirt and push it in my eyes to banish my sight, I start to hear the footsteps as they circled around me so I'd stand still in hopes they couldn't hear me but they would mimic my families voices so I couldn't help but reach out and that's when I'd feel something dry and slimy, I'd scream as I notice its loose skin that I'm touching and the tears would wash out the dirt and leave my eyes blurry and grimy, a labyrinth of horrors separated me from the world and my sanity, locked away with the worst things my imagination could conjure, I'd wake up to my parents shaking me and yelling to snap out of it but I'd only see shadows and something separating the head from my fathers shoulders, as a child my sanity was very narrow, nothings worse than trying to sleep at night but instead you see a man sever the leg to your mother then trying to **** out all the bone marrow, I couldn't escape, and every day for so many years I had to suffer at night whenever the black curtains would fall and suffocate, I was too young when I learned to hate, I hated to be me when I wasn't me and I hated to be seen when it wasn't really me, that's when i learned what it was like to be your worst enemy, before I was eight I already felt like I was one big error, I would stay up late but my eyes would fall and my dreams would terminate as I fell into another night terror.
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC