"prision" poems
Down goes the night,
somehow I just can tell.
Another day with no sunlight
and I'll spend it in my cell.
I once did a bad deed,
I shooted someone in the head
then I ran, I quickly fleed,
before he dropped dead.
Yes, I had my reasons
for such a hideous crime,
but that doesn't help in prision
where I'm doing my time.
I know I had it coming...
I know justice was served.
but I hate to feel rotting...
Rotting in my cell...
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind,
Gambling the sanity and reason
Of the unexpected rotting body,
Feed me up with gracious insanity
And close the doors of this vicious world.
Sniff that shinning white powder
That give you the strength to continue.
Erase the doubts of your existence
And feed your lies with broken promises.
Walk the line of misery
And smile at your end.
You know control, you know the hows
And you know you are closing me down.
I feel you’re weak and you’re driving me insane,
Forget the pain of your existence
And feed the dreams with lies untold.
Take away the shame, the regret
And go, go naked to the ultimate fight,
You no longer are, you know longer know
You lost yourself in the way.
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind
Shut up in your madness
You no longer control,
You lost yourself in the way…
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
I
I never saw a mountain move
by the pure grace of love,
But by desire, I saw a continent
dragged to the tip of the sun.
I saw the sea raising its current,
trying to ****** some star,
like the blood in your stream,
while someone else made love to you.
And I lost the will to live,
and the desire to die
chained to your altar.
And the hummingbird
he put on your lips,
it splattered you of freedom,
but in its hum you found a prision
for two pigeons with no course,
for the canary I left in your hand.
and it was not from love, it was of pure desire
that you opened your mouth and closed your fist.
And I lost the desire to die,
and the will to live
Chained to your altar,
As if there was no other God!
That I could worship
As if there was no other God!
To which I could kneel
As if there was no other God!
II
All these men on the pedestal,
and if each one is given a cross,
How many gods will we praise?
How many won't be dead Christs ?
How many won't be stained sheets?
How many, on Easter Sunday
will not even face God? Goodbye.
I opened my mouth and I created you a universe,
I showed you the tiger and the dove,
I planted on your chest an ivy and a rose,
I watered you of morning and sun,
and still, you preferred to go down to hell,
with the loneliness, the bone and the shadow
a snake and a red moon
For his tired eyes,
for his bitter smile,
for his brown hair,
and hands that had never touched you,
and a horseman that won't ride you,
a street on which you never cried before,
and any other meridian time.
For some other Adam
that galloped away
from a paradise he did not find in your summer,
a string of few beads
that is embedded in the ground where I bloomed,
where a tree of blood and prayer grows,
that in each fruit bears my flesh
and the seed of another God.
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 11:55 AM UTC
I've seen this ****
I've felt a hit,
growin up most have split,
just fifteen oh so close.
trust he past on an over dose,
all those kids that he knew
are suffurin still, no school no clue,
I'm still hear and standin true
my child HOOD school,
was at howard,
be tuff survive or be a coward,
15 too,
best friends ex had time to flex
did a drive by and hit the high way,
where's he at?
fuck reward be fat....
All those girl that would never say nope, who made me ****
put me to trauma with the lies of there drama,
now there just hoes ****** for dope,.
hangin in high school on a tender rope,
how they do it how they cope....
My first love was gone in cuffs,
would never lisson,
cause his parents were always in prision,
poppin pills?
what great learning skills.
I used to get high to feal em in the sky as if he was on mars,
instead locked behind bars,
I miss him in tears, I feal for his fears.
when he gets out for runnin and bookin,
hope he's still stunnin as sure as good lookin,
**** sure has faded
I'm sure glad I made it. </3
Jesse Mckush
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind,
Gambling the sanity and reason
Of the unexpected rotting body,
Feed me up with gracious insanity
And close the doors of this vicious world.
Sniff that shinning white powder
That give you the strength to continue.
Erase the doubts of your existence
And feed your lies with broken promises.
Walk the line of misery
And smile at your end.
You know control, you know the hows
And you know you are closing me down.
I feel you’re weak and you’re driving me insane,
Forget the pain of your existence
And feed the dreams with lies untold.
Take away the shame, the regret
And go, go naked to the ultimate fight,
You no longer are, you know longer know
You lost yourself in the way.
Psychedelic prison of the absent mind
Shut up in your madness
You no longer control,
You lost yourself in the way…
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
Silence echoing all around
Pounds like thunder it's painful hush engulfs me
mocks me with its presence everywhere but inside my head.
The same stillness where most find solace
In my case lets all the noise of my mind assult me
For this reason silence is what I dread.
The intensity of my memories rob me of my todays
They steal away my time and space
Then with no particular purpous they collide.
I need a distraction from my thoughts
To escape their overwhelming annoyance and keep them contained
The relief I seek only volume can provide.
Silence is not always golden
I find no tranquility in its midst
Stillness please don't linger then my memories will invade me.
An escape from a self constructed prision
Full of my own thoughts is all I desire
Silence please don't ignore the screaming of my plea.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
I've seen this ****
I've felt a hit,
growin up most have split,
just fifteen oh so close.
trust he past on an over dose,
all those kids that he knew
are suffurin still, no school no clue,
I'm still hear and standin true
my child HOOD school,
was at howard,
be tuff survive or be a coward,
15 too,
best friends ex had time to flex
did a drive by and hit the high way,
where's he at?
fuck reward be fat....
All those girl that would never say nope, who made me ****
put me to trauma with the lies of there drama,
now there just hoes ****** for dope,.
hangin in high school on a tender rope,
how they do it how they cope....
My first love was gone in cuffs,
would never lisson,
cause his parents were always in prision,
poppin pills?
what great learning skills.
I used to get high to feal em in the sky as if he was on mars,
instead locked behind bars,
I miss him in tears, I feal for his fears.
when he gets out for runnin and bookin,
hope he's still stunnin as sure as good lookin,
**** sure has faded
I'm sure glad I made it. </3
Jesse Mckush
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 4:08 PM UTC
When we awake from the mist
I am in shadow,
the perambulance of
grief revisited,
till the lengthening toombstone
dwarfs hyperion-
a sculptors cast ,my shell my heart
The gestapo of faith revisited
that others may from my net
Dream sweet prision free-
psychedelic arrest eclipsing
aeons lost fears.
The secret of the hate filled chamber
green gas ,green light &
mercy all,
cracking under boot
ribs target
sheltering from a fathers love.
Were you or I to slumber
nor stir in walking shade
what nets of love entomb us
lest we rise-
the shining ,the living yet are gone
earth's first wake
Yet quickened beyond eyes recognition
The silver sash my silence brings;
a field soughed deep and empty
a fitting palace
for a king
The denseless hollows of my tears
or yet unvapoured from the ground
the shadow of the sky appears
enshrined
in rainbow's fallen glass.
If a child is not a fallen god
- why so unquiet and shallow the grave
that holds the brave emancipator
in such a gentle grasp .
Till in death we meet asunder
apart can never live
a blossom as in winter hangs its head
so a laurel wreath astutely made our measure
must be cast...
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 7:29 AM UTC
I thrash around in the undertow
Conveyored out to sea, fully aware I can save myself
By simply standing up
Instead, I stay in the ocean of lies and fuckyous
Struggling to keep my head above water
I like to think of myself as a strong swimmer
Captain of rhyme and reason
But here the waves deliver blows to my head
And the further from shore, the bleaker my future becomes
The safety line is broken, no going back
To the warm beach where we sat, jobless
And you wore my bracelets while the sun gave us life
The sun, who now taunts me from above
This disorienting, fluid prision
Never again will I watch those educated hands
Immerse themselves in the grains of sand overlooking calm water
All I have left is endless blue
And these spongelike lungs soaking it up
My weary muscles relax and I disappear over the horizon
Toward the red sunset
Jun 5, 2010
Jun 5, 2010 at 11:55 PM UTC
As the wind spins the daffodils
My head starts to fill with reflections of you
Looking at the sky, wondering if I,
A mere peasant, could come close to you
I see you as Royalty,
My heart no longer cares for me, Only you
A velvet color bleeds upon my chest
I sense you are different from the rest
Tho, this blood sticks to my skin
Reality is it comes from, within me
You slay me, constantly causing dismay
My heat is shaped for you, As if it is formed of clay
I am loyal to your eyes, I wear a mask
You can see through my disguise, only in the day
At night animal instincts arise, my howls crack the moon
How I yearn for you, I search for you, my heart cries to you
This piece you've given me won't suffice I need all of you
Capture your beauty into my life, forever a picture last
Tho, I dream to bring Kodak to life, if only for a night
When the beast preys on the innocent ones,
When the Sun is gone and the Moon has risen
Cover me in shadows and release night from prision
Endure my afflictions I will, If your willing to wait with me
Wait with me until your realize you love me,
These hues of colors are bright, Yes happiness
Will find us, If you stay with me
Until the waters run cold
The heat from our love
Is left to keep us warm
Just stay with me as the wind spins the daffodils,
And the plot thickens. Stick with me
When all is gone because or love must go on
Even if you don't know it yet.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
As the wind spins the daffodils
My head starts to fill with reflections of you
Looking at the sky, wondering if I,
A mere peasant, could come close to you
I see you as Royalty,
My heart no longer cares for me, Only you
A velvet color bleeds upon my chest
I sense you are different from the rest
Tho, this blood sticks to my skin
Reality is it comes from, within me
You slay me, constantly causing dismay
My heat is shaped for you, As if it is formed of clay
I am loyal to your eyes, I wear a mask
You can see through my disguise, only in the day
At night animal instincts arise, my howls crack the moon
How I yearn for you, I search for you, my heart cries to you
This piece you've given me won't suffice I need all of you
Capture your beauty into my life, forever a picture last
Tho, I dream to bring Kodak to life, if only for a night
When the beast preys on the innocent ones,
When the Sun is gone and the Moon has risen
Cover me in shadows and release night from prision
Endure my afflictions I will, If your willing to wait with me
Wait with me until your realize you love me,
These hues of colors are bright, Yes happiness
Will find us, If you stay with me
Until the waters run cold
The heat from our love
Is left to keep us warm
Just stay with me as the wind spins the daffodils,
And the plot thickens. Stick with me
When all is gone because or love must go on
Even if you don't know it yet.
Jun 30, 2013
Jun 30, 2013 at 5:49 PM UTC
I've given up
given in
I'm done trying
I dont wanna win
I dont wanna win
there it is
I told you that im sorry but you wont forgive
Handcuffs
Straight Jacket
pills down my throat
shove a tube in my mouth
make sure it goes
pull off the blind fold
im in a white room
I told you i would **** myself and this is what you do
you put in me in a cage
kept my love contained
they said I have a vistitor
but i dont wanna see your face
broken
hopeless
tears on your face
you say that your sorry
it shouldnt end this way
you tell me you love me
that it will be ok
if it will be okay you would listen to me pleading to be saved
please
these handcuffs are to tight
I know im use to blood on my wrist but this isnt right
i scream at you to help me
why wont you help me
why wont you help me
why wont you help me anymore
cant you hear my screams
I grab on to your wrist
please
please
they haul me away
back to my cage
where i count my days
by the colors of my pills
I count my days
by the number of your calls i dont recieve
I count my days
by how many times I say sorry
for whatever sins put me in this prision
I count my days
by the shattered pieces of my heart
I count my days
by how many times i whisper your name
I count my days
I count my days
I count my days
I miss you
why did you have to send me away
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:02 AM UTC
Blame it on me
It's all my fault
Point that finger my way
Your way or the highway
My cousin went to prision
It was my fault even though I hadn't seen him since age 10
I was years and miles afar
When he ruined the family lounge and bar
Why blame me?
I'm out of here
Go blame it on the man in the mirror...
D. Clare
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
I've heard that the first and last are those remembered, but neither stays, nor all those in between, the then and now.
We lose first the face then the feeling, like a thing we hold a little too tight, but then suddenly we have no tenderness, no memory of holding, no memory of soft beds.
Just standing in the hallway between here and there, wondering what could we have possibly said to fill that void.
First breaths, the walls echoing soft moans or thunderous wails.
Frozen prision pizza, the last meal of a dying relationship.
Maybe in that space beyond anything we known, perhaps your tiger tails of dash and dust will cross mine, an arcadia light years from now.
Perhaps I will remember your sent, your smile, the arch of your back, or the way your nails dug into my skin as your lips curved to whisper my name
before black arcs
Deeper
Into
Black
Screaming past planets and memories that have no name to me any more.
However, what truly stays? Even this moment is now
gone.
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
So many locked up in the cage,
the cage without a key.
Once they go in, the cage can't be opened again.
Secrets pile up,
overwhelming the steel bars of the cell.
Pushing on the wall to escape.
No matter how much they rip the insides,
No matter how much they vandalize the walls,
They stay put.
If they try to escape,
they are pushed back down further than before.
Further in the damp dark prision of my mind.
If security fails, and secrets escape,
it tears the town, destroys the village,
Much more than it ever tore the cell walls of my heart.
The secrets I hold, deserve nothing more than solitary confinement.
To wilt away in the cell, until everybody forgets,
except the prision itself.
Secrets are a reality.
a reality I wish to forget.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
Mercie B
Apr 19, 2013 Apr 22, 2013
Silence
It has been well over a year since I posted this and yet these words haunt me now more than ever
*Silence echoing all around
Pounds like thunder it's painful hush engulfs me
mocks me with its presence everywhere but inside my head.
The same stillness where most find solace
In my case lets all the noise of my mind assult me
For this reason silence is what I dread.
The intensity of my memories rob me of my todays
They steal away my time and space
Then with no particular purpous they collide.
I need a distraction from my thoughts
To escape their overwhelming annoyance and keep them contained
The relief I seek only volume can provide.
Silence is not always golden
I find no tranquility in its midst
Stillness please don't linger then my memories will invade me.
An escape from a self constructed prision
Full of my own thoughts is all I desire
Silence please don't ignore the screaming of my plea*
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
The sunlight has been stolen
And thy humans accept their decade
But one shall break the prision
Thus heart feel true the decision
One time after tragedy
Despair finds their place
The choice presents
Raise or die
Many lies begin with malice
In a reality that only the slave knows
So in time to break out on their own
All the mirrors shall be broke
Long live the real one
Because they know a place for them
Where the destiny feels true
And hope feels finally free
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
In my bed I lay
With tired eyes. With sorrowful eyes.
I stare into the black abyss.
My room is my prision.
A prision built
For the beast i claim to be.
In my bed I lay.
With a sad heart. A beating heart.
I bring out the thoughts of her.
She holds me tight, I hold her for life.
Tangled in each other with desire Naked yearning for love.
In my bed I lay.
A future so dark. A future shady.
It pangs my heart to no end.
Will i make it out alive?
Will the anxiety finish me tonight?
Will the loneliness swallow me whole?
In my bed I sigh
With young eyes, a heart beating,
And future in the making.
A love in my heart.
A desire that leaves my body shaking.
I feel so lost.
And yet i feel found.
Here
as I lay in my bed
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
Do you ever start writting and erase it all a billion times over, just trying to get it right?
Do you roll around in your bed at night because your mind is too restless to get any sleep?
Do you spend your free time thinking and dreaming of new things you could do if only you tried harder?
Do you sit in the dark of a closed off room because the sun is just too happy for your mood?
Do you look at the sky at night and wish the stars would never fade away into sunlight?
Do you find yourself wishing on those same stars, wishing for things to change, or stay the same?
Do you think too much and cause yourself to question everything and wonder about stupid things like I do?
Do you make random lists of things to fill your time and express a little bit of your feelings?
Do you think I'm strange when I do the things that I do, even though they seem a little odd?
Do you know why I hate un-clicked pens?
Do you know what scares me the most?
Do you know why my favorite color is blue?
Do you know how my hand writting looks?
If I whispered all my secrets to you, would you keep them locked inside the prision fortress of your mind, and never tell a soul?
Would you guard those secrets with your life?
Would you protect me from the things that go bump in the night?
Would you fend off the dark demons that plague me, and whisk me away to our own kingdom of safety?
Would you be my knight, and my king?
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
"As a young lost little girl
Didn't look like nobody
Difference of skin color
Different beliefs
Wished for a future to the Sky's
Limit
But was told I wasn't good
Enough
Wasn't pretty enough
Hair is to dark
My race is *****
In an environment of pales
I never had a chance
Was always portrayed in a funny
Way
Nobody spoke to me, I literally wasn't
There
Invisible as the black sheep
In an all white field
Never knew what self esteem
Was, never heard things like
Good job or I'm proud of you
The mud below my bare feet
Is where my place was
Never remember holding
My head up, I was alone
Nobody to fight for
Me
Smoke filled homes almost
Took my life before i even
Had a chance to grow
Up
Everything was always hazy
I never knew what was to come
Or if I would see another day
Falling into a deep dark place
That has took
Me down in my
Adult days
Watching every minute on
The clock roll
By
Looking at movies over
And over praying for some
Rest
But it rarely comes
Its become a stranger
My best friend
Consuming my way of
Life
Living is like being in
Prision
Same walls every day
My world is minute,
Microscopic you might
Say
I'm falling fast
Pain has caught me now
Stabbing me, trapping me
Holding me hostage
But the price is to high
For freedom
Walking has become a
Luxury
Eating is like a
Sin
My room has become my
Home
All the other rooms have
Disapeared
To the right I allow
Myself to see a small
Piece of light
Sometimes i feel like I've already
Walked into the
Light"
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
The reasoning dribbles out in psuedo intellectual cadences falling from and into the blastema
Circumventing the logic that bonds thought and action
I ask why do i feel this way
Lost in transient blissfull tragedy
The willow is antique in the word play
The building and destruction beget begining
So why i ask
Sullen gentel futility reigns in a
Perfect transcendental mockery
The world as we know it shatters with every question that undermines the veil
A symboic statue growing with evety theory of existence
Do you push on do you believr
Do you have faith to comfort you in the darkened caverns of mind
You ask do i possess this or do it possess me
I sit upon this sidewalk
An animal we call mammel bet the truth is we shall never know
The cold air and sounds of a trucker and ill can do is say why
Does he wondet does he have a mind does he think
Or is he a happy idiot awaiting payment for his hours of toil
Nothing makes sense just a glimpse we inherited along the way
Love be thy prision of hope and dream
Ive loved and lost and never do i sigh
Its all a passing stream heading down the river of metaphysical nothing
Could i love again
Is it going to be real
Or again do i pretend
Cest la vie mon cherie
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
my blind vision of love is a dripping ****
an oral vacuum, the wrong end of a shunt
need it, bleed it, **** what you really want
chained to a pig when its beef that you hunt
praised for your lies and punished for blunt
pain for the young soul, freedom's growth to stunt
nature's blood in prision, the king's a ******* runt
hand you the world because your pink sack's worth a grunt
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC
I believe we have a choice in this world on how to live
We can ethier shut down and wait for life to slap us in the face and tell us to get up and start living
Or we can go, adventure to new places and tell new stories with new people.
We constantly sit in this little box we call home, but its not living.
Were just a breathing corpse.
We need something to tell us to be free, we feel like were trapped, with no where to go.
But let me tell you theres a life out there with things you cant even imagine.
Yeah, its a scary world sometimes.
But there are endless possibilities that at any moment can happen.
You just have to stand up, wipe the dust off your jeans and walk, even run out that door.
Its a brighter day and its waiting for you.
I promise as soon as we start getting up and leaving those prision walls we will find a joy in this life.
Because why waste your time sitting when the clock is ticking
And your running out of time.
Life is as simple as an hour glass,
Each grain of sand is a day you wasted.
And the sand doesnt stop falling.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Your all prisoners.
what you call sanity,
Its just a prision in your mind that just stops you from seeing
your just tiny little cogs in an giant absurd machine.
WAKE UP
Why be a cog?
Be Free
And just remember. smile.
-Jerome valeska
No matter who you are
no matter what happens your not free
you need a touch of madness to be free
to see the truth of things
all it takes is a little madness
see im not just stuck in my insane asylum
im free in it
so why cant we all be free
if not thats fine
but im not a cog
who waunts to be some boring cog
yes you may have brilliance but your not free
so be brilliant and free
So yah im just a little crazy
but im not mean
i am crazy and nothing can change that
but a little crazy isnt a bad thing
so you cant tell me im not insane
cause all of this im saying is true about me
so dont let people take away what makes you speacal
and insanity makes me who i am
people have said im not and im a kind person
and i am. to my friends. But im also insane
and not even my friends cant get that now.
so hopefully you can
so why be a cog
be free
and remember
you dont have to be crazy to be free
thats my point
but why not
but not my point
just remember
smile. =)
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC