"kidnaps" poems
Some say
Love is a temptress;
Luring prey into its trap,
Set so innocently
So that victims
Walk blindly into it.
Some say
Love is a trickster,
Cunning and deceitful;
That it intoxicates the soul
And hides the truth.
Some say that it
Kidnaps them,
Brainwashes them,
And leaves nothing but pain
And suffering.
I say
Love is the chance
That no one takes,
The dream
That all fear,
The ambition
That no one feels worthy of.
I say
Love is the soul;
So afraid of death
That it never learns to
Live.
Aug 5, 2015
Aug 5, 2015 at 3:52 PM UTC
When I was younger I was taught in school never to talk to strangers no matter how polite they look.
But they never taught me what to do when someone who isn’t a stranger kidnaps my heart and leaves me as an empty carcass.
Someone who I trusted the most…
And isn’t trust a funny word?
Especially to a child that is so easily manipulated.
So quick to jump when a man needs help with a finding a lost puppy.
Or when they say your name in just the right way.
But once they are found dead in a wasteland is when they realize how foolish the word trust really is.
And if someone who kidnaps and kills is prosecuted why aren’t you?
Why aren’t you taking your seat on death row?
Oh right, Because I’m still breathing.
And causing someone to be dead on the inside isn’t a crime.
I was just one of your trophies and engraved on my back was a black and blue target for your flesh tone arrows
It was all just a game.
A game that isn’t fair when you stole what was the most important to me.
I let you hold on to my trust like a little girl would and you clenched your fist, letting me crumble.
What makes you think it’s acceptable to come back and ask for a second chance?
Another round?
The little girl didn’t have a second chance to decline her offer.
The vile man didn’t have a second chance to leave the playground.
And I didn’t have a second chance to keep my self locked up tight or refuse you to touch me in that way even though you said it was “okay” because “loved me”
And with a love like that you didn’t need to ask right?
All I know is if I there was a way I could go back to that night where you asked me to dinner I would say “Sorry, I don’t talk to strangers.”
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies
Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is Halloween
What if someone kidnaps me,
And tries to eat my spleen?
I know there's no great pumpkin
Okay, maybe there is
What if he puts a spell on me,
And tries to make me his?
And I think that there's a monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I shiver and shake and stay awake
With covers over my head
There's something outside my window
And shadows on my wall
I think I hear some rattling chains
From the ghosts that's in the hall
Right then I hear this eerie voice
And feel this clammy hand
My wife says, "Hush and go to sleep,
You're supposed to be a man"
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 7:46 PM UTC
All I ask is an antidote allowing all adults around the atmospher an appointment about arguing.
Because brother basic bodies are bound to believe bragging & bribing basically being broad brings about the best. But be
Cautious, cause carpets can't carry couches alone, concrete creeps. Causing careless catholic christians to create children.
Don't **** the deranged, dedicate the distaste to the drugs. drinking, and dumb deeds that did it.
Even Eminem explains enternal emotions excellently.
For fear feeds frusttration, though frustration can find fun in fornitcation. Foul. Focus on friends and family.
Getting grouchy gonorrhea grants graves too gorgeous gilrs. Game over.
However, having ****** hardly helps handsome happy hands.
Indicating interesting intakes, involving inception in indecive individuals.
Just joking, jealousy just justifies Jose Cuervo.
Kinddling kindness kidnaps king kong's kingdom.
Learn like lovers, loathing little, liking largely, letting laughs live loudly.
Maning mold mountains out of mud, make missery monogamous with merry.
Never neglect the notion of nice.
Optimism overcomes others opinions.
Personally, persisting perfection probably puts pessimistic patterns in people's personalities.
Quietly questioning their quality.
Rest assured reading random reactions really is redundant.
Searching someones soul secretely sends self salvation.
Take turns, tell truths, talk, these things take time, they are talents to be treasured.
Understanding ultimatums unlocks unlimited unison.
May 5, 2011
May 5, 2011 at 1:50 AM UTC
Blown glass heartbeat,
With an extension cord, the vibrations are distancing themselves,
Between macabre and *** luck and **** luck- And affection-
Are heirlooms cry of antique tears.
San Francisco Chronicle:
“Boeing kidnaps…”
And my soul bottled up in an hour layover heist.
Boeing adult-naps.
Texas.
Texas.
Texas.
Amarillo beehive hair across the aisle, smoke and honey.
It stings my tongue, kisses my lungs, legs-crossed on the highest rung.
The Miller High Life-esque, reclining on a quarter moon.
Here we are, patience and mercy.
Here we are patience.
Here we are.
Here.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 5:45 PM UTC
Wake up, wake up
From your drug-induced dream
Stitching cinders between the seams
Unravelling through every scream
Wake up
From your vain, comatose state
Mistaking folly for fate
And taking all evil’s bait
Wake up
Before the darkness kidnaps you
With hardly any ransom due
While still corrupting fair and true
Wake up
Look through the humid haze
Into a forgotten face’s gaze
Selling more than just a blaze
Wake up
Let go of every word
Break the silence that you’ve heard
See the lines that have been blurred
Wake up
Can you hear me?
Wake up
Feb 17, 2013
Feb 17, 2013 at 4:04 AM UTC
That smile that's often hidden
that kidnaps the butterflies in my stomach,
I adore.
That smile that makes my cheeks
blush to match that color of a rose,
I adore.
That smile that makes me trip on my tongue
and spew out grammarless dialect,
I adore.
That smile that whispers "I am going to marry this girl"
when you first saw me on our first date,
I adore.
That smile that promises me that I am perfect
when my smile is often buried,
I adore.
That smile that showed me how to smile back
in the rawest of wounds I may feel,
I adore.
That smile, which is your smile,
the one I am in love with,
I adore.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 4:48 PM UTC
The idiosyncrasy of
the elasticity of
a heart
that knows how to mend,
bewilders the mind
of the drunken fool
who thinks that it is the end.
To ameliorate
his rate of devastate
he must look
to his celestial mother
who he not yet knows
and out of cool, still air
soon he will discover.
But the throttle of
the bottle that
he cradles
deep in all his grief
kidnaps his abilities
like a devious,
forlorn thief.
And soon then when
again he finds
another
to hold tight
his mother will have
shown to him
the beauty of her light.
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
I lay on the floor my soul dissolving and melting from me.
A pressure is pushing onto my heart, I can’t move, breathe or see.
How can I become muscle and bones?
So I can stop the seepage of life, the tears and the moans.
The sadness overpowers me and kidnaps my mind.
The weakness of my pathetic being is cruel and unkind.
I’m oozing away as each minute goes by
Drowning in sadness, I gasp for air and I cry.
Apr 19, 2011
Apr 19, 2011 at 5:30 PM UTC
I believe in poetry tho most do no not.
that it is a special social way of
communicating that kidnaps the heart,
seduces the soul, best when whispered,
tho the cadence is the key, lesser is the
volume
we do not teach our children well enough,
the hows of it, for if we did, the whys would
surely follow; no one can be a bully, or give
in to overwhelming sadness entire, if a line
of the spoken can yet bring forth a tear to
the most hardened of hearts
the high heat of the first sip of the day
asks for encapsulation, rememberance,
insignificant as it may be, it dislodges
the stale of sleep, stimulates the muscle
fibers of the tongue. snaps open our now
wide eyed eyelids, and lets us appreciate
a poem of our existence by its poking us
from homeostasis to, by the slightest touch,
the slow running of the tongue upon the
lower lip. the eyes filled to the brimming
by your beloved deep dreaming … and so,
we break our day into sequences of fragments,
though sometimes fractured and divisible,
if not even divisive, yet each a stand alone
momentary affirmation that though our
natural state is still homeostasis, it is the
highs and lows of our minuta of minucia,
that mark our minute minutes of never
ending poetical composition…
Apr 24, 2024
Apr 24, 2024 at 1:50 PM UTC
Nails still chipped
cuticles still torn
a repetitive record of
how the days merge into
one another
*She has her heart and
there is no amount of
distance or darkness that
kidnaps this heart
and steals it back to her*
The world has taken her
into a territory she has met
with on several occasions and
still this rings of something
unknown, the first of love
*Listening she hears her name
playing a song in her mind
distracting her from all that
a simple day offers her and
dominates her every thought*
Biting her lips the blood
trickles out from an old scar
a war wound from her past
affairs.
*The taste of blood soothes her
like the bite of a lover
one she has yet to
taste.*
© Sia Jane
Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
Cruelest is the man who sits and says nothing
Stand alone stare with a harrowing message
Or maybe it’s the poorest, crudest of man
Who we all brand as vicious, biting off hands
But then what of the angry indignant man
The one who feels drained with no moral compass
Moans and groans develops own brands of justice
Then there’s the soldier in all different shapes
Who plunders and kills or kidnaps and rapes
No words for the actions of each head of state
No words for the actions of the man who wont stand
No words for all those who play life at high stakes
Doesn’t life burn you when spending it thinking
So here we all are; fast living and sinking
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Emptiness kidnaps my heart
No one who cares
My memories of happiness go dark Sleep will bring nightmares
Thoughts trap my mind
I can make it all end
But all eyes are blind
I just need a friend
The lights seemed to flicker
But i had no more pain
When I pulled that trigger
I was happy again
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
The cold snow welcomes her
Envelopes her body
She sighs, fighting with herself
Who should win?
Life has been so harsh for her, the excitement is wearing thin
Yet if she did not have a purpose, why would she be here?
In the end she lets the snow win, because she has no fear
She loses herself in the cold
Always and forever to its power
It kidnaps her, and takes her to its lair
And never gives her back
And never gives me back
Dec 2, 2010
Dec 2, 2010 at 2:33 PM UTC
I want someone to shake me
to kick me and wake me
and make me
shift.
Or is it a tonic I need?
something like 'Fisons' **** feed
I really don't know
but I want something in order that I might just get up and go
then
she slaps me
traps and kidnaps me and takes me away to some place
it's okay
but she want's to use me
to enslave me
please won't somebody save me
I promise I'll never complain ever again.
She comes back all dressed in black
and I on the rack am quite stunned by the look
please put my name in the
'I'm staying here book'
I promise I'll never complain ever again.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Heavy eyelids struggling to remain
Open, while as quilts they prepare
To shelter drying miotic pupils,
Grand drapes shutting before the stage
Of reality.
A tarnishing moon mists the mind
Attempting to try, to content temperamental
Will, keeper of infantile caprices finding sleep
Deprived of purpose, obstinately fighting
Biological clocks to stay awake, reluctant
To take the risk of missing, a moment,
That special interval of time, when
Everything happens and adults whisper.
Time that could be spent, to see, discover,
Imagine, create, and as I speculate
On all the things I could do instead,
Itchy feet resolve on dragging me to bed.
Lying down resilient still, I scribble
These words until Morpheus demands
Of me to drop my pen, unwilling to wait
A minute more he kidnaps me like gods
In ancient tragedies to realms
Of dreams where everything that doesn’t
Happen here, happens there.
Endless possibilities flying out
Of a whimsical ivory box.
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies
Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is Halloween
What if someone kidnaps me,
And tries to eat my spleen?
I know there's no great pumpkin
Okay, maybe there is
What if he puts a spell on me,
And tries to make me his?
And I think that there's a monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I shiver and shake and stay awake
With covers over my head
There's something outside my window
And shadows on my wall
I think I hear some rattling chains
From the ghosts that's in the hall
Right then I hear this eerie voice
And feel this clammy hand
My wife says, "Hush and go to sleep,
You're supposed to be a man"
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 6:42 PM UTC
Trembling in my bed tonight
I cannot close my eyes
The movie on the late, late show
Says everybody dies
Now some say I'm a scaredy cat
But tonight is Halloween
What if someone kidnaps me,
And tries to eat my spleen?
I know there's no great pumpkin
Okay, maybe there is
What if he puts a spell on me,
And tries to make me his?
And I think that there's a monster
Who lives beneath my bed
I shiver and shake and stay awake
With covers over my head
There's something outside my window
And shadows on my wall
I think I hear some rattling chains
From the ghosts that's in the hall
Right then I hear this eerie voice
And feel this clammy hand
My wife says, "Hush and go to sleep,
You're supposed to be a man"
Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 6:43 PM UTC
Pills,vials and half lifes
Have left my mind hiding in tablet bottles. ..
Making love to the sweet torment of depressions ***** that i have grown to call home
The worthlessness knocks at my door after a test..I don't open it
It creeps in after a quiz
Creeps after the lecture
Creeps in and kidnaps my mind
I am soaring with no place of rest my mind has become a beautiful graveyard...with the tombstones of self esteem, confidence and will to live ,who all died the same day,lie there side by side
I never unattended their funerals, I was too busy mourning under my sheets
Mourning in nightmares and perfect dreams
Mourning at my wedding ...
I suckled at the breast of sadness,yesterday wrote in his memoir...
Addendum:have you ever been niether dead nor alive?
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
Chorus
Who's got the thing to help us all feel sound
and after all of that help us to come around
who's got the thing to keep us in the middle
in case we feel the need to get up or down
Where is this thing that can take the mind higher
and ease up on the loss of the souls' desire
burning dark memories faster than fire
where is this thing that kidnaps motivation
then drops us at an imaginary station
What is this thing that rules the low skies
while finding any reason to hypnotize
what is this thing that tries to fake surprise
and only ask questions of when's and why's
The answer lies in the now of eternity
even then some still wonder and plot
even the spies in this dark fraternity
can't get enough of what they've already got
I've seen how to keep asking why can actually **** you
along the way this thing will soothe you and thrill you
at first it would open you up and then spill you
then again in the nik of time it will fill
???
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
Dreams why must you disappear so fast?
Running back into cravens of mind, unreachable.
I hunt for you with intent
trying to capture the grand adventure.
The trip that holds hidden meanings
but you play the elusive game
making recall almost impossible.
Glimpses come through in split second,
to be put together like puzzle
with many a missing piece.
Once eyes open, all is lost
to the present moment.
Daylight quickly kidnaps
thoughts re-routing focus to new day.
Alas perhaps tonight
I will dream again
to have another try
in recalling them
before dreams play cat and mouse
and I am the hungry mouse.
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
he opened another beer
and sat on
the couch
but turned off the TV
He watched the kid
The kid was on his knees
before the coffee table
busy with
an orange pencil and a
piece of paper
Tongue poked
to one side and held
firmly between
the lips,
he was writing letters to
the pet dog
he’ll never see
again
And he did that
all day long
Dad sipped at his beer. The
years of action
were far beyond him now
but by all the gods
he swore
tonight will be the
night
he sneaks into his ex-wife’s
home and kidnaps
the dog
He even rented
a van
for it
Jan 21, 2021
Jan 21, 2021 at 4:18 AM UTC
I as a spiritual being
eternal, blessed, love,
has joined inhabitants of earth.
As a light-worker
and a being to shift
and heal my own being.
I have grown to love my everyday,
my every step,
through clouds and sun.
I have learned there is
no duality or lack
as been taught.
There is only love
to tap into in this realm
that is a playground
to explore and co-create.
Love yourself, your neighbor
the world for the gift it gives us.
Than go out from a love
position to change things.
Fear kidnaps love.
Hate and greed bounds love
in ties that must be broken.
Non-compassion is the result
of a sad soul.
God and beings from the stars
now witness
as the children of earth recall
their true essence's.
The bandwagon waits
for the conscious one
to come aboard it.
The process has begun
for all to awake
and for heaven to be on earth.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Inside a dark medieval Gothic theme
science lab, lived a isolated women named Aneem
A mad scientist who tries to live an impossible dream
trying to love a scoundrel named Mr. Hakeem
who steals and destroys people's self esteem
has many decades passed, Aneem love for him become so extreme
She was willing to give her self esteem to Mr.Hakeem
Wednesday afternoon she invited him over for ice cream
to her surprise, she hears a scream
from a young child, "its stolen my self esteem"
At that moment, her heart becomes so enraged, so at gun point she kidnaps Mr. Hakeem,
then uses him for a science experiment called bloodstream
a magical potion that restores the whole village's self esteem
that day she was honored has a village hero, hooray Miss Aneem
Horray Miss Aneem,
the great hero of self esteem
writting by me
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 9:42 PM UTC
I am currently going through
A rough time.
I have kinda been saying this since elementary school.
At first, it was the death of grandmother.
Two weeks before my eighth birthday.
I guess that was God was saying,
“Happy ******* Birthday, expect the rest of your life to ****
That Christmas, I found out that my “daddy”
Wasn’t my daddy, but my stepdaddy
And my real father was a pill pumping son of a *****
Love you, dad, xoxo.
New Year’s my stepdad leaves my mom
And kidnaps my brother
We are homeless
My mom starts drugs
I am assaulted by my uncle
He sticks his finger in my mouth
I cry.
He leaves too.
We move in with mom’s new boyfriend
We starve
Get hit
Listen to them wither.
I cut myself for the first time
Foster care
Drunk man tells me I’m pretty
Until he found out I was a ******
Maggots crawl through my floor
I write my first poem
I move.
Stop my mom from suicide
Stop myself from suicide
Drive a car for the first time
Mom meets another man
For my 16th birthday
He wants to make me woman
He touches me for months
Takes my pants off
I cry.
I don’t tell my mom
Then I do.
She kicks me out.
I live with my boyfriend.
My grandfather, finalizes his will
On thanksgiving.
I spiral down to the point that I hate holidays,
Find no joy in the regular days,
Feel nothing any day.
Hell.
Is what I am living in.
Nov 23, 2017
Nov 23, 2017 at 11:08 PM UTC