"inclosed" poems - Hello Poetry

All drivers ready inclosed empirical noted all system enigmas ready start and go The maze is made ready in this machines man world all will be complete annelids of data and actions devised Make clear the streams Act on you're higher self Zone in on targets impure Enlighten those that ask See all things in black and white for the grey lines are minds fog be clear and pure in mind have belief in the word of God By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 7:56 PM UTC

christos-andreas-kourtis

Maze

All drivers ready inclosed empirical noted all system enigmas ready start and go The maze is made ready in this machines man world all will be complete annelids of data and actions devised Make clear the streams Act on you're higher self Zone in on targets impure Enlighten those that ask See all things in black and white for the grey lines are minds fog be clear and pure in mind have belief in the word of God By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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Sitting here, reflecting on my life, eating the greasy slices of pizza that stain my shirt with smells of garlic. Listening to the other kids laugh and listen to the music that makes my ears bleed and my brain pound as if a little drummer boy is stuck in my head. Trying to figure out how to interact with the very people that put me in the inclosed position i am forced into now. Crying internally, hoping no one can sense the pain and turmoil in my voice, hiding under the sweet smile I offer to the public. I am alone. I am alone. I am always alone.

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Jul 30, 2011

Jul 30, 2011 at 2:47 PM UTC

deana-luna

Alone

Sitting here, reflecting on my life, eating the greasy slices of pizza that stain my shirt with smells of garlic. Listening to the other kids laugh and listen to the music that makes my ears bleed and my brain pound as if a little drummer boy is stuck in my head. Trying to figure out how to interact with the very people that put me in the inclosed position i am forced into now. Crying internally, hoping no one can sense the pain and turmoil in my voice, hiding under the sweet smile I offer to the public. I am alone. I am alone. I am always alone.

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The trees bend above our heads But yet we do not feel inclosed, The currents hurry down the stream We do not fear how fierce it flows, Many hear voices in their heads But yet aren't scared of the dead, Daily feel the strength of the wind But wonder of the words it sings, The rain could crash& bang and clatter But none of that really matters, What we really fear are the daily faces We all see & all the voices which we hear.

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Aug 30, 2015

Aug 30, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC

freeingthemind

Fear.

The trees bend above our heads But yet we do not feel inclosed, The currents hurry down the stream We do not fear how fierce it flows, Many hear voices in their heads But yet aren't scared of the dead, Daily feel the strength of the wind But wonder of the words it sings, The rain could crash& bang and clatter But none of that really matters, What we really fear are the daily faces We all see & all the voices which we hear.

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EXT - SUMMER NIGHT - THE INCLOSED COURTYARD OF A CONDEMED HOUSING BUILDING I'm on a balcony on the third floor. I'm on my own. It's my first time trying Salvia. It's a mild form. The experience lasts approx 10 mins. I feel timid and tired afterward. It took strength not to leave my position on the balcony over the railing.

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Nov 6, 2015

Nov 6, 2015 at 5:37 AM UTC

neth-jones

Salvia

EXT - SUMMER NIGHT - THE INCLOSED COURTYARD OF A CONDEMED HOUSING BUILDING I'm on a balcony on the third floor. I'm on my own. It's my first time trying Salvia. It's a mild form. The experience lasts approx 10 mins. I feel timid and tired afterward. It took strength not to leave my position on the balcony over the railing.

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*Trying to mend a broken spirit, As my hourglass breaks My spiritual being cowering inside Terrified to sin, and make any mistakes, the soul and mind divide For Heart aching pain awakes every moon is a high tide My spirit weeps for nights To my body they are confined I am one, without my own rights Numerous souls within one body my spiritual being can no longer take, Not being a somebody Behind this inclosed con-finery locked in a prison within one body, Many beaten up souls trying to take what's inside of me As the Tears began, clashing against the pavement of my skin, I notice I'm the only one in this body who doesn't want to sin*...

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Oct 21, 2015

Oct 21, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC

IsabellaRose

Chapter 5

*Trying to mend a broken spirit, As my hourglass breaks My spiritual being cowering inside Terrified to sin, and make any mistakes, the soul and mind divide For Heart aching pain awakes every moon is a high tide My spirit weeps for nights To my body they are confined I am one, without my own rights Numerous souls within one body my spiritual being can no longer take, Not being a somebody Behind this inclosed con-finery locked in a prison within one body, Many beaten up souls trying to take what's inside of me As the Tears began, clashing against the pavement of my skin, I notice I'm the only one in this body who doesn't want to sin*...

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I could swear you have a twin. I see him on every god **** street in Portland It's funny though, because you hate the rain. Before we both left for college you cursed the North West, Portland. Telling me every bullied kid on the playground, math class failure, teens with feverish hearts that can only be cooled with rain water, the depressed they're the ones who move to a place like Portland. The depressed want to have an excuse for why they feel and what better atmosphere than a city that has some ten odd bridges to jump off. I hated that you mentioned the word depressed. Through our seven months and 12 days of our relationship I was what my psychotherapist deemed as depressed. Cracked rib bones that lodged themselves into my heart, inclosed between broken lockets and love me nots, wrapped in a blue cellophane. No cocktail of medicine could piece back a broken sculpture For 2 and half years, my best friend was a razor blade. Rough around the edges, easy to toss aside. She was the perfect companion A stunning rectangular reflection Of a girl longing for someone to tell her You are the first sun of the summer, the perfect combination of cigarettes and alcohol, coffee at 4 am on a foggy morning. Your freckles reminiscent of summer skies Constellations still yet undiscovered Someone to say, I will be your best friend. Even when the world protests against you and the barbed wire between our hearts create a fence that is prison worthy I will not escape you, the only thing I plan on murdering is your relationship between you and that blade. You cannot call that a friendship, darling. I wish I could say this person existed and instead of creating his own story within my head He had weaved himself between my cracked rib bones, stitched his striped sweater strings into my slit wrists, murmured beauty into my ruptured ear drums. That he carefully molded the mercury consistency of my heart into a plastic masterpiece Something that wouldn't shatter easily he said I got to thinking this because I though I saw you again Somewhere between two narrow city streets Our veins outstretched towards one another I followed you for two **** street blocks, waiting for you to recognize your familiar catastrophe the one with the plastic heart, walking in the direction of something hopeful. Some place the depressed called home.

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Mar 7, 2012

Mar 7, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC

kelle

you.

I could swear you have a twin. I see him on every god **** street in Portland It's funny though, because you hate the rain. Before we both left for college you cursed the North West, Portland. Telling me every bullied kid on the playground, math class failure, teens with feverish hearts that can only be cooled with rain water, the depressed they're the ones who move to a place like Portland. The depressed want to have an excuse for why they feel and what better atmosphere than a city that has some ten odd bridges to jump off. I hated that you mentioned the word depressed. Through our seven months and 12 days of our relationship I was what my psychotherapist deemed as depressed. Cracked rib bones that lodged themselves into my heart, inclosed between broken lockets and love me nots, wrapped in a blue cellophane. No cocktail of medicine could piece back a broken sculpture For 2 and half years, my best friend was a razor blade. Rough around the edges, easy to toss aside. She was the perfect companion A stunning rectangular reflection Of a girl longing for someone to tell her You are the first sun of the summer, the perfect combination of cigarettes and alcohol, coffee at 4 am on a foggy morning. Your freckles reminiscent of summer skies Constellations still yet undiscovered Someone to say, I will be your best friend. Even when the world protests against you and the barbed wire between our hearts create a fence that is prison worthy I will not escape you, the only thing I plan on murdering is your relationship between you and that blade. You cannot call that a friendship, darling. I wish I could say this person existed and instead of creating his own story within my head He had weaved himself between my cracked rib bones, stitched his striped sweater strings into my slit wrists, murmured beauty into my ruptured ear drums. That he carefully molded the mercury consistency of my heart into a plastic masterpiece Something that wouldn't shatter easily he said I got to thinking this because I though I saw you again Somewhere between two narrow city streets Our veins outstretched towards one another I followed you for two **** street blocks, waiting for you to recognize your familiar catastrophe the one with the plastic heart, walking in the direction of something hopeful. Some place the depressed called home.

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I’m confined Inclosed Imprisoned Constrained Pent up in a cage Just big enough for your spirit, Me, And a tiny computer desk Inside a tiny room Cluttered with papers and lost, rejected ideas Trash and old cigarette buds A room inside a tiny house that looks bigger from the outside A house that holds a tiny, little, broken, family A house in a little town In a little county In a little state In a little country That's torn itself apart bit by bit In a world that's separated themselves From others Based on just the color of other’s skin The way they dress How they hold themself when they walk A world dotted with little girls slashing both wrists And little boys hiding their tears In a world where there is only love in public But bitterness biting us from within the shadows And in our own minds I’m confined Inclosed Imprisoned Constrained In a tiny room Because I can’t stand To see you cry To see you suffering, and crying out for help So I stay in my box My box I shall stay

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Feb 26, 2018

Feb 26, 2018 at 8:28 PM UTC

Liberty_J

Tiny

I’m confined Inclosed Imprisoned Constrained Pent up in a cage Just big enough for your spirit, Me, And a tiny computer desk Inside a tiny room Cluttered with papers and lost, rejected ideas Trash and old cigarette buds A room inside a tiny house that looks bigger from the outside A house that holds a tiny, little, broken, family A house in a little town In a little county In a little state In a little country That's torn itself apart bit by bit In a world that's separated themselves From others Based on just the color of other’s skin The way they dress How they hold themself when they walk A world dotted with little girls slashing both wrists And little boys hiding their tears In a world where there is only love in public But bitterness biting us from within the shadows And in our own minds I’m confined Inclosed Imprisoned Constrained In a tiny room Because I can’t stand To see you cry To see you suffering, and crying out for help So I stay in my box My box I shall stay

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sitting in bed, thinking about life, nothing to do but s i t with a knife, till my b l o o d drains o u t, like the draining of a sink, and it will soon r u n clear, and I will very too soon s i n k, sink into the ground where I once arose, now I'll lie d o w n forever inclosed, with my secrets trapped with me inside, forever until I eternally a b i d e .

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Jun 1, 2015

Jun 1, 2015 at 12:37 AM UTC

AmeliaEmmet

epitimy

sitting in bed, thinking about life, nothing to do but s i t with a knife, till my b l o o d drains o u t, like the draining of a sink, and it will soon r u n clear, and I will very too soon s i n k, sink into the ground where I once arose, now I'll lie d o w n forever inclosed, with my secrets trapped with me inside, forever until I eternally a b i d e .

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I’m falling old habits die hard and i'm far from death Breathe in and out Crystallized breath Hypothermic honesty The cold truth touch melts me like snow Evaporate my care and tears that fall like rain I'm falling I’m drowning Hold me under Apathy allows me to sink Heavy heart Watch air encased in liquid leave my lips Like the words i'll never say And watch them disperse Filling my lungs with disappointment I’m drowning I’m ceasing to exist I can see through my hands And my own excuses Hold my palms to the sky And try to remember the sunshine I glisten and shine Forgetting the pride in which was mine No one can see me Through and through Im ceasing to exist I am gone Tell me to be quite But when silent who is to tell me to speak up An empty chair Still air Missing Dairy casings show my photograph And my face says it all Look in my eyes I am ready gone I am forgotten No one is to know me Move and i ride along A mobile personality A mysterious inclosed message Within whom i know Who i have known And who i left As well as all the people I've loved I am forgotten I’m falling I’m drowning I’m ceasing to exist I’m gone I’m forgotten

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Oct 7, 2016

Oct 7, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC

isabel-m-daza

Falling, Drowning, Ceasing, Gone, Forgotten

I’m falling old habits die hard and i'm far from death Breathe in and out Crystallized breath Hypothermic honesty The cold truth touch melts me like snow Evaporate my care and tears that fall like rain I'm falling I’m drowning Hold me under Apathy allows me to sink Heavy heart Watch air encased in liquid leave my lips Like the words i'll never say And watch them disperse Filling my lungs with disappointment I’m drowning I’m ceasing to exist I can see through my hands And my own excuses Hold my palms to the sky And try to remember the sunshine I glisten and shine Forgetting the pride in which was mine No one can see me Through and through Im ceasing to exist I am gone Tell me to be quite But when silent who is to tell me to speak up An empty chair Still air Missing Dairy casings show my photograph And my face says it all Look in my eyes I am ready gone I am forgotten No one is to know me Move and i ride along A mobile personality A mysterious inclosed message Within whom i know Who i have known And who i left As well as all the people I've loved I am forgotten I’m falling I’m drowning I’m ceasing to exist I’m gone I’m forgotten

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