#shocking
Finally caught.
With nowhere to go,
at all
nothing
all for
suffering
As I'm
locked in this cell
It's so cold here
And
They're haunting me
The playback of my bad decisions
Blinded by
Flashing lights,
I can't see
Now that I'm stuck,
Horror
Overpowers
Regret
As
My breathing grows heavy
I can't leave.
I realize
My chest
it begins to ache
Then
People surround me
And I can't keep running anymore
I've lost my will to go on.
But...
I know it,
There's a sliver of a chance
For me
Because
I ran
To freedom
Slipping my way
Through the holes in this net,
Threaded by a fading future
As I broke down these walls
I chase that high
At full force
My heart pumps
like a madman
And then I'm finally free...
My rusted chains are broken,
Shattered at my feet
The adrenaline whisks me to action
As I escape
I can feel it
The touch of freedom is so rewarding
Peace
Finally,
Peace
Nov 1, 2024
Nov 1, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC
The heavy weight pressed against my chest as I stumble over the words.
Falling on my face has become inevitable but yet I still hope you will catch me.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 2:15 PM UTC
I posses a lust
For things I know
Should never ever be
I hide these feeling
Beneath my smile
As my shameful
Demons flee
I'm sure at this time
You have your doubts
That's why
I wouldn't ever
Want to be found out
Unlike the man
In the trench coat
I take a completely
Different approach
And so...
This is all that
I'll expose
A shadow of
My lustful soul
.............................
Nov 19, 2019
Nov 19, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
Universally
noticing
shocking
apprehension
from
everyone
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 9:54 AM UTC
These flashbacks
Of an old life
In a mountainous land
Where I was in love
Cause discomfort
How can I love anyone
Other then my parents.
These dreams
I have of the old times
With my monk lover
Freaks me out
Causing distress
How can I have a lover.
These tantric urges
I developed
Disturbed me
Because I
Thought
I wasn’t that kind of girl.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 8:58 AM UTC
Cold night,
swift breeze,
she was shining like a bright diamond beneath the moonlight sky,
her skin was pale and soft,
Her eyes blue, secretive and true,
an elf she was,
fairest, wisest and most powerful of all beings that walk the Earth,
and yet a creature so beautiful and so wise,
fell in love,
with a man,
a mortal,
of which was a shocking decision for others,
but a right one for her.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 8:10 AM UTC
Boredom can cause you to do
horrible,
dreadful,
frightful,
shocking,
terrible
things.
That causes hair-raising
and spine-chilling thoughts
to appear in your mind.
Yet they never seem to hurt the bee,
only the bird.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 2:16 PM UTC
she slapped me
off her
pedistool
he trapped breathe
blocked blurr
read miss
pools
what what
watts
?
...
..
.
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Sequel to my poem A Mourner's tale
Her days turned darkness, as evil taunted her soul
Shattered she stood as the night fought her
Harrowing it was when time stood still
Fearful it were when he held her down
as he took away her reason to smile again
In a journey of ten minutes he took away her dreams alongside her innocence
There was no morning too bright to elude this darkest plight
There was no one to hold her again
No reason to smile
No light too bright
And then
I say
*It was blinding how the sun pierced into her damaged soul
And when night came, she could not feel,
She could not see*
*It was shattering
It was shattering how pieces of her couldn't be mended again
And how these pieces spread beyond her life
It was shocking*
**It was shocking how her own mind questioned her existence
And how she lived through life, existing, but not living
It was monstrous**
*It was monstrous how men could damage a flower so pure and beautiful
And how they go on damaging more flowers,
Crushing them and eluding them all of their innocence
It was blackening*
Aug 31, 2016
Aug 31, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
She was the girl that wanted to be
loved so badly and risk it all.
She was the girl that lost herself
to lust as her fragile heart falls.
She was the girl, that was trapped inside
the darkness and couldn't see the light.
She was that girl, who saw herself as a villain:
isolated, depressed,possessed, and pure hatred.
Something wasn't right...
She was also the girl, who caused the storm
to look after her when nobody was around.
She was the girl, who was such a fool
to invite temptation into this town.
Boom
The hurricane is coming...
She was then struct by lightning
and the darkness began moving.
She then found her inner peace
and she's finally set free.
She first started out as Ella;
bounded, afflicted, and loss.
Her name is now...
Electricia.
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 12:05 AM UTC
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Washed up.
Lifeless.
All for a new life too far to reach?
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Terrorists
Heartless.
What happened to the human rights we all preach?
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
Traffickers.
Gangs.
Displacing people no home and no speech.
Why is there a little boy lying on the beach?
A son.
No future.
We hang our heads and weep!
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC
I beg you please don't leave me
I beseech you please don't go
I simply can't wipe our slate clean
Make our memories cease to show
why won't you let me touch you
as you head out the door?
just a hug, a ****** stroke
just that and nothing more
Is the blame on me?
What is it I've done wrong?
Pray, tell me what I've done
so the guilt eats me not whole
You say there's someone else
Why cheat while our love seemed strong?
and then you dropped the bomb on me;
I've ben the other woman all along
Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
It's not fair
To tell me I burden you
I didn't ask for this
I'm trying my hardest really
Do you think I want this?
Did this on purpose?
I want to be the girl who talks to people without hesitation
To speak my mind
To get up and dance
To not cry when I'm alone
Not be unable to breathe when I feel the slightest bit of social awkwardness
Not be offended by everyones' joke and jab at me
Which usually leads to more crying and hating myself
I don't want to look in the mirror and hate what I see
I don't want you to think I'm off putting because I'm quiet most of the time
I don't hate or dislike you
I hate and dislike me which is why I could never talk to a person like you
I don't want to love feeling second best at everything
I don't want to be treated differently because of my physicality and mentality
I don't want you to leave
I don't want you to feel like you have to fix me
I can't be fixed
Pain is relentless and forever
I stare for long periods of time contemplating my death
But I realize I can hurt the people that hurt me
I am weak
I am sad
I wish I could stop feeling this bad
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 7:19 PM UTC
concentration camp of my emotions
every statement i make gives the feeling of fake. its been less then a day and already i want to say, **** this is tough I’ve almost had enough. i have to lock down my thoughts like there are spotlights searching for any escaping expressions. I’ve put limitations on my own emotions all I’m allowed to show is pity for my self, hell id rather off my self. the situation isn’t a cold war the glass cover over the launch button is shut, crisis averted we can all go back to being automatons emotionless, cold like stone statues buried under the field. i can’t even share what is going on in my head without a censor bar blocking because i feel like its too shocking and it would be mocking the proposal i composed. I’m allowing myself to believe in a false sense breathing in false cents. I’ve never felt so uncomfortable to talk to someone who, when we walk made me feel….. well a lot. this situation is unbearable but i don’t know how to coupe without my fix. my mom said i need new kicks because theres holes in it but my heart is fit for a good stitch but nobody has a sewing kit. why do i continue to push when the door says pull i guess I’m just not on the ball when i fall. i don’t check the ground first. i didn’t look to see if there were matts to brace my impact, no i just fell and said “oh well” i sprained my leg but broke my heart. I’m in a camp where my emotion is lined against a wall and publicly shot on the spot, red lead hits the spot as emotions drop motionless its pure hopelessness and god **** do i miss it already. the word freedom has no meaning, theres no formal greeting in prison just keep your head down and hope for the best walking in a crowd wearing similar striped attire all tiered looking somehow wired to string strung and hung down from the set. the puppet masters pet. i don’t know where this all will go but i know……….. i don’t know but I’ve lost hope years ago.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
I let the hate overtake me like a bull chasing a fool, my horns focused deep into your chest, my anger becomes my tool. Taking a step back I can see how much I really hurt myself, I feel so gone, am i sadistic or something far beyond and more wrong?
Watching you bleed, I still feel nothing but hatred in myself so I'll peel off your face and separate you from your spine, I can feel something clinging on but its just too hard to find.
Perhaps this is an act of greed or maybe i'm just a monster that needs to feed. You're so deceiving, you throw around trust just to see how long it takes to rust, you're so misleading, you laugh in the face of your creation before you give a slow castration, you deserve all the pain your receiving.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC