"eacape" poems
Every now and then when you can't eacape through your pen
When there's no letter to send, no heart to mend, you can't pretend
That perhaps you might just wanna collapse cause you feel so trapped
Like your foreheads been stamped, with "out of order" cause the light bulb won't light up in your lamp...
-J.A.M
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
*She wants to eacape
To run away
To never come back
To set you free
But she couldn't
Because she loves you.
And she wished she didn't.*
Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
*I am so broken
As I bleed*
**This time pain is all I can feel...
I need help**
*Yet I can't see to find my way out
I should've turned back years ago
Now I'm alone*
**And the darkness is cold
And this life is getting old**
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 10:00 PM UTC
Wanting to run
But with no where to hide
How to eacape this misery?
I can't stay
It's not a house
It's not a home
It's a hell
I'm in for eternity
I'm ill, Tired
Stressed
2 jobs, school and dance
With you are far too much
The rising pressure
I'm constantly under
The want to please you
It's killing me day by day
I can't stand the agony
Any longer
I'm out
Finished
Done
I will run from you
Hide in a safe place
Not that I have one,
Yet.
Run and hide
Hide and seek
I know that I will be found
You know where I feel safest
An unexpected place
I'm still to be found
I live in a public place
Known by many I do not know
Help me run
Help me hide
I just need to
Run and hide!
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 5:00 PM UTC
She is not what u see
In a statue full of embellishment
She is just hiding,
A solace from the sufferings outside
An eacape from the miseries inside!
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 2:11 AM UTC
Everything has been drained from me.
The blood settles in my limps and my heart sinks 10000 leagues under the sea.
Waves of amber colored ponds drown my eyes.
I lay here, in my coffin, faint.
I lay here, in my hurse, breathless.
Barely gasping for any of air that surrounds and suffocates my body.
You've done it again.
You've taken my peace of mind
my empathy and pieces of me.
I've decided to look back at those before you and ask them to tell me what lessons I've failed.
They stare at me, blacked eyed like children.
Gagged up and stored in the back of the basememt.
Tattered and tarnished by countless floodings.
Drown and dried over and over...
They give me no answers.
I lay here with a heart that melts out of it's cage.
A heart that melts through the cage of my ribs.
In my dreams, I try to eacape his tortue to get back to you.
I've climbed stories, jumped over buildings, jumped into cars and bushes to get back to you.
And then, I lay awake.
Afraid of waking adventures ahead of me.
Afraid to ask you why and afraid even look.
I lay here lost and confused
60 hrs of emotional labor unpaid.
Jun 21, 2023
Jun 21, 2023 at 7:15 PM UTC
In my deepest depths, places darker than words worth describing
You lit a torch to find your way out, your eacape from a hell you envsioned
Before you there was no light, never a dream or glimmer of anything but dark abyss
After you disappeared the memory of your torchlight stirred new demons
Mixtures of envy and pain swirled amongst fleeting thoughts of joy and elation
Empty and hollow pains began to mix with the fleeting warmth you so hastily left
A light began to shine in your absence, darker now, more dead than ever alive
Glowing if anything as an affront to the joy it might have once been in life
Each shadow it cast a grim and sickly replaying of memories it couldn't understand
It grows in me daily, this darklight not quite dead and cold, but never warm and loving
This sick abomination of a heart that could have been is your legacy inside me
Every day it cries out in constant torment, everday I feed it lies.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 12:44 AM UTC
It is what it is
Im just tired of all the ******** and the diss
Believe me i get upset when i miss
The only eacape to my bliss
The **** that makes my money swim like fish
I've always felt this way
Just never knew what to say
Im just to scared to get put away
7 days of the week all hrs of the day
They just creep on me
Speaking sweetly
Or makeing me insane
Cant speak for myself
Its that *****
She needs to be tamed
And im done shes almost home
Dope sweet dope
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 5:55 AM UTC