#suppressed
teeth flash white, jaw snaps
carnivorous, ravenous
emaciated
beastly, starving thing
terrible in it's fury
confined no longer
violence, a staple
peace is a foreign concept,
home is where hearts stop
primordial urge
adrenal hunger, straining
Against iron chains.
calloused, chafed raw
visceral instincts woken
from a brumal sleep
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 10:20 AM UTC
I shed a tear today.
It fell down my cheek
Like battery acid
Burning my spirit
I shed a tear today
Leaving me all weak
Like an infection
Attacking my body
I shed a tear today
Feeling very bleak
Like a prison guard
Trapping my mind
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:19 PM UTC
Most Human emotions are either nurtured in a cradle of freedom
or in the cage of fear,
Hide from the claws of admonished anger,
Seek the warmth in cold December,
Bloom in the fragrance of ardent breeze ,
An emotion obscured for it is digging cave indeed,
Few are afraid to be prisoners of someone's cage,
This Virginia Woolf once in her quote engraved,
Few are servants, bleeding from the cathedral of usurper,
This emotion endures in the name of hierarchical structure,
An emotion, as fluent dancer,
As if sipping the zesty elixir.
Aug 31, 2024
Aug 31, 2024 at 7:38 AM UTC
Suppressed anger
has a habit
of rearing its ugly head
when you least expect it
and biting you on the ***
Nov 28, 2023
Nov 28, 2023 at 12:23 AM UTC
Only in despair
Do we truly seem to care
but why need it go so far
to realize, visualize
what was kept bottled now ajar
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 5:44 PM UTC
So many thoughts
has been suppressed
In fear of people
Who often misunderstood
Most of the times
Feeling like a hypocrite
For trying to understand
What’s behind of a facade
What is on the other side
What has been beyond the line
Without the intention to meddle
But always caught up in the middle
May 18, 2021
May 18, 2021 at 2:56 PM UTC
Never wanted to go beyond the reef
But some unknown force is dragging me across.
Want to stay behind
As I’ve been warned.
But that force
Oh it’s too strong
It keeps pulling me
Even though I oppose
Is this meant to be?
Or is this a curse
That I’ve put upon myself
I want answers
But they seem unclear
That force;
It's within me
It drags me beyond that reef
What once was my limit.
Now, I am beyond
Should I go back?
Or should I go ahead?
And find my future ahead
In the unknown?
My future,
Is dark?
Is it bright?
Oh, the uncertainty
Will this ever end?
Or, will the darkness, itself
Surround me
until the light fades?
Apr 28, 2021
Apr 28, 2021 at 9:48 PM UTC
People’s feet are hurting,
dresses and shoes are a size smaller than theirs.
They’re taking chances, and going to dances
and the truer selves are calling for help.
They’re dressed in their nicest,
their inner screams are the quietest.
Under the gleaming smiles,
their broken, imperfect selves are quietly calling for help.
The smoothest white marble floor lies,
in the reflection they seem to be perfect
while they’re numb inside.
Living corpses are calling for help.
They’re breathing slowly,
to cope with the swift dancing.
The masses are strategizing and scheming
on how not to call for help.
All is calm and feelings are suppressed.
Suddenly!
Chandeliers are falling,
glass is on the dance floor
and hoofers are calling for help.
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
May it only be a dream... composed in one.
Nightmares shaking inside me.
I drown myself so deep, where the water begins to reap.
I love to hold you, to feel you, but who are you?
Where are you?
Why aren’t you here with me?
Why so distant?
Why haven’t I met you?
You don’t exist.
My imagination.
Stringing myself in my realms of pure intensity.
An ocean on fire ...
A war with no winning ...
A person with no belonging ...
A rage with no fist ...
Suppressed, inner rage, inner love, inner hate, inner sadnesses, inner longing, inner numbness, inner cold, inner emptiness.
Inner distractions....
I face them all at once.
Inner wisdom...
An old soul living in a fake world.
Take me out of here.
Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
I have this backpack
every time I want to cry
or scream or yell
I take the feeling and I place it in a jar
and I zip it up in my backpack
its amazing really, how many jars
this one bag can hold
see, I've never emptied it or
even set it down because
I'm afraid if it leaves my shoulders
everything will spill out
and all the jars I've sealed
will break open and I'll hear it
I have this backpack
and its getting heavy
so heavy
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
Feeling unkempt from shortness of breath
Brain functions less as cloud covers ahead
Given a rest when energy spent
Lungs are suppressed
No control in the chest
Closeness too dense
Muffled words left to float in the air
Stifled and drowned
Faint from the crown
Blood pressure down
Warmth idling for me not to care
Few beads of sweat, heat heavy and wet
Recovery yet but soon on the mend
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
Afraid?
Of what?
Of what's inside of me.
How evil
Dangerous
Destructive
Could it be?
I am my own careful detective
Investigating parts of me
That I myself have hid
For years quite stubbornly
Will I be able to rejoin
All parts of me together?
Will I be able to enjoy
The wholeness then forever?
It's not as easy to put into words
It feels as if I had maybe two hearts
There's one that tries to be so nice
But underneath it lies...
Another one, the dark and rough,
That one was made by times so tough
That really it just cannot smile
It has its own dark heavy style
I'm digging deep to see
My fear is growing though
That's how I managed to ignore
My darkness for so long
But finally, for feelings' sake,
I gotta stop before it's late
I need to see and to admit
Who am I underneath the dry smile
That I have been practicing for a long while
Scared of losing myself?
Maybe.
But I gotta risk it,
Don't I?
After all I just know
That my darkest side
Does deserve the attention
Of my soul and mind
It's a part of me
I'll express it in arts
Before my dry fake smile
Dries out both of my hearts.
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 6:43 PM UTC
I am the one who was thrown out of hell.
The sins that I committed,
Here, my silence gonna tell.
Listen, you dear people,
Nothing in my life was ever simple.
Cursed being a birthmark,
I have been falling over a deep dark.
If it's in my heart or in my mind,
I wish to keep everything everywhere just aligned.
But wait, I am actually a sinner,
Roaming in this materialistic world being a grinner.
Crying so hard deep down inside though it's my dry eyes,
It's enough of stucking below the heavy skies.
For so many years, I heard my own screaming,
But this corpse ended up her identity without revealing.
Sinner,
For heaven, not designed
From hell, left behind
And this earth rejected her for mankind.
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 6:27 AM UTC
Suppressed
Into nothingness
Never allowed to be who I am
I just want some freedom
I don't care what it is
I want to dye my hair purple
And get a nice lip ring
I want gauges in my hears
And to get some more piercings
I want to get a tattoo
One that says, 'fuck you'
I also what some help
To not feel so suppressed
I have never been myself
Even when I am around people I love
Because no one really likes me
Though I like to be myself, it's fun
All that I'm saying, is it's just a little dye
A little hole in my skin
That will go away when I'm done
Please oh please
Just let me be myself
I want to be different
I'm currently somebody else
I know you don't get body art
Or the fact that it's just as beautiful as a poem
I know that you wouldn't want to look at me
Even though I'm stuck in your home
All I'm asking
Is for you to allow me an identity
This person that I am right now
Is not the real me
I just want some help
To not feel so suppressed
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
Like the sun my mind sets,
like the moon my heart comes in power
;
the emotion filled tides
rising and crashing.
Like a waterfall my emotions flow,
like a volcano words escape.
Suppressed emotions unveiled
letting words with no logic escape
for the words are true,
the emotions are pure
allowing the ones around me
to hear my secrets as they divulge
,
catch a glimpse of vulnerability , raw and honesty
that are veiled by the morning light.
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
If you know me.
I write from many a different mind.
Yes, they're all mine
You cannot quell my thoughts.
I refuse.
No, I absolutely fuckin' refuse.
You cannot **** what's in my head.
I'll do that myself.
When I am dead.
Kaydee
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 7:10 AM UTC
The Master
The Master had a dog
And a docile goat.
Once he went through
Jungle in the boat.
There, he left his dog
Known as bad hat.
The dog returned home
And received a pat.
The Master's was then
A sweet darling pet.
It made the dog happy,
The goat very upset.
The goat annoyed none,
Made no mistake.
Still she was tied up to
A rusty iron-stake.
S. Bharat
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 4:19 AM UTC
I’m hiding myself again.
I don’t mean to,
It’s just easier to not deal
With relationships
Amongst others.
I can only take on my stress,
And I’ve been trying to teach myself that
For years.
It’s not that I don’t know that it’s unhealthy,
I think that it’s more habitual.
Which is pretty horrid,
That I’ve already formed this habit of self isolation.
But it’s so much easier to deal with.
I’d rather have no friends at all
Than a chance of losing them.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
We, the voice of the most oppressed,
Work in the profession remaining the most humble,
Throughout histories, as slaves our lives still remain tumble,
With our strangled necks, we are deliberately suppressed
For the centuries, our voices remain unheard,
Like a weeping fish at the sea,
We are treated zombies at the rush of a blood,
Collecting by hand, the human society’s poops & pea
Things for us got intensely worse,
We work as a group with an isolated curse,
For our livelihood, go into manholes as bare-bodies
Mostly get out as dead-bodies
From pathology to oncology,
We are treated untouchables, even by the modern technology
We are the oxygen-offering trees that remain green
Hurting ourselves, collecting excreta making this world neat &clean
With our hand-cuffs we shout and fight,
Rulers remain drunken-deafs to our plight,
Hell with your knowledge, to those who go to college
And keep pushing us to the drainage,
We remain living dead and frustrated, to get our right
When asked about work, we remain dumb and blind,
Fearing the responses to our ***** revelations,
Because humans are unemphathetic and unkind
To get our life some elevations.
Our mind said us “Please think! Please Think!”
When we revolt not to work, societies stink,
We warn, Witness your locality *****
To our sufferings, if you keep blank & empty.
We are a collective voice,
Representing inhuman humanity,
That keeps the society on a poise,
So raise your voice, with a clarity of choice
To get us work with the utmost dignity!
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 9:12 AM UTC
This bucket of mine
Has become a curse
I add to the pile
And it adds a verse
I keep it hidden
And tucked away
But its made apparent
Each and every day
I add to this bucket
And the weight piles on
This facade grows heavy
Tearing down my con
I fill this bucket
Up to the top
And when its full
It proceeds to pop
I cry and I scream
As I make ammends
This bucket of mine
That I cant show to my friends
I've grown up now
But my bucket has not
It wears its cracks
From the battles I've fought
Sep 14, 2018
Sep 14, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC