"cellmates" poems
I tricked a god.
now Cronus can't escape.
Sealing a god in an hourglass,
I locked time away.
To stave off my lover's date with fate.
Where she will perish, becoming lost to me.
Locked behind heaven's gate.
Cronus promises to **** me-
when i set him free.
Only with his freedom will the world reanimate.
Containing a god with dark magic;
I made a costly mistake.
Trapping him forced the world to become frozen in place.
-But I could spend forever learning
every little feature of her face.
How her frail figure fought for every breath.
The chemo for the cancer ate her weight.
Shedding the hair from her head.
I'll remain here by her side,
until I devise an alternative to what Cronus said.
stretching her final seconds into the infinite,
as she lays here in this hospital bed.
... ♾️ ...
How can i exist in a museum with one exhibit?
I tried forcing time to rewind.
I meant to spite the concept of mortality.
Instead I've been trapped here for eons,
With,her still somehow lost to me...
...I am tempted to set cronus free.
... ♾️ ...
It's been chess with two moves:
You either speak or don't speak.
I can't find another way.
I've become worn out and jaded.
Cellmates with Cronus so long,
In this temporal prison I involuntarily created.
"It's wrong to steal time.
As karma,you've had no one to spend it with.
You tricked a god, but I'll still grant you your wish.
Undo your dark magic, a swift death I promise you,
Once your soul is released from the world,
I'll cure her cancer, like i believe you intended to."
And as Cronus spoke.. i knew what i would do.
Telling him,
"I refuse to let time pass.
I refuse to release you from the hourglass.
I refuse to let her be lost to me."
I pull her in close as i grin,
Cronus accepting defeat.
"I'd rather remain here...
In a staring contest with eternity. "
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Apr 16, 2023
Apr 16, 2023 at 1:35 AM UTC
Begin with my skin,
White, hairy and thin;
But for my brothers,
I'm much like all others.
Dig deeper to bone,
Europe's our home.
Trowel down to my marrow
You'll uncover our Congo.
We travailed
Down our paths,
We share the same cells,
Have the same origins,
Hear the same knells.
The one difference lies in
My white, hairy, thin skin.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
There is a world
In which many find themselves
Trapped for eternity.
They can never escape,
No matter how loud they scream,
No matter how much they try to change.
They want a taste of the world they used to know,
Used to be a part of,
Used to be free in.
But now they have trapped themselves
In that little prison they created.
Hello, my cellmates.
Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC
Can someone help me find the key to my cell,
I'm trapped and I've lost it in a place called hell,
I'm stuck and I need you to find me,
It's not a place; it's in my actual body.
There are no walls; Just two windows called retinas.
I've been alone, so there are more prisoners; expect us.
Its grown pretty comfortable, so I guess I can not complain.
For I will always be stuck in this place called my brain.
Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 10:33 AM UTC
You ask what prison feels like;
Well basically, you see,
It's mostly just a bunch of rules
About where you should be,
And quite a lot of it's the same
As the things you do whilst "free".
It's about showing scraps of paper
If you want to travel far
(Much like passports), shown to men
Who don't know who you are.
(I know describing the next wing
As "far" may seem bizarre).
Then there's other scraps of paper,
Which decide what you should earn.
You get them by completing courses,
This encourages you to "learn",
And then you blow your weekly wages
On tobacco ("smokes" or "burn")
Which you can trade amongst the cellmates,
(Despite a watchful eye),
For illicit goods, or lend it out
And double your supply,
And all these things convinced me
You're just as free as I
It's just a case of space and time;
I can still pursue my art.
Whether or not you're caught for crime,
Freedom's only in your heart.
(And if you don't believe me read this rhyme
Again, back from the start.)
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 6:25 PM UTC
Nothing was sneaky
about Ms. Kiniky
She always got caught
stealing what has already been bought
The door began to tattle
the clergy man knew and let out a cackle
Oh, she thought she was so clever
But, now she is locked up however
With a grunt and rattle
she was forced into a shackle
It felt like forever,
being cooped up in the cellar
Ms. Kiniky became quite stinky
Her cellmates began to call her Ms. Piggy
She never once thought
that she would have been put on the spot
She kicked the gravel
while the guards prattle
One day, she received a letter
she instantly felt better
It began to unravel
Gazing in consuming baffle
It was a key wrapped in fine leather
she thought 'now or never'
She had to be quick and breezy
For Ms. Kiniky, has never had it easy
she almost got shot
getting away in with a jog trot
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC