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"prisonbreak" poems
Day by day I sit in wait In this apartment of hell that I hate Every day I open the blinds to let in sunlight that I hope to illuminate this dark soul of mine Is it me that is blind Is this prison that I perceive real or am I the one who is blind Ask a spiritualist and they will say it is an illusion Ask another and they will say it is how you look at it Either way I am sick and tired Of this anger that burns inside of me like a fire Day after day and night after night my soul finds a reason to moan and complain My heart is tired and mad I've had enough I will break out of this soul cage A prison is not a home Sometimes the innocent are made captive Am I innocent or simply ungrateful I know not the answers to these questions I do know that I am fed up and I will not Live my life for other people anymore I am a lightworker But if I only live my life for other people then I am not shining my light am I Which is what I came here to do Maybe that will help me fulfill my mission to heal others
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Jul 23, 2020
Jul 23, 2020 at 7:32 PM UTC
thelayersofmyheart
Prisonbreak
Day by day I sit in wait In this apartment of hell that I hate Every day I open the blinds to let in sunlight that I hope to illuminate this dark soul of mine Is it me that is blind Is this prison that I perceive real or am I the one who is blind Ask a spiritualist and they will say it is an illusion Ask another and they will say it is how you look at it Either way I am sick and tired Of this anger that burns inside of me like a fire Day after day and night after night my soul finds a reason to moan and complain My heart is tired and mad I've had enough I will break out of this soul cage A prison is not a home Sometimes the innocent are made captive Am I innocent or simply ungrateful I know not the answers to these questions I do know that I am fed up and I will not Live my life for other people anymore I am a lightworker But if I only live my life for other people then I am not shining my light am I Which is what I came here to do Maybe that will help me fulfill my mission to heal others
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i will hang my feet from what's left of the sunset, resigned and in poor fetal position: an attempt to make the pain smaller. but i feel it down to my shoulders, to my limbs, to the parts of my lungs that were left untouched. it spreads in the shadows, like a clandestine secret. soon, i will burst from all this anguish, like a kaleidoscope of crimson butterflies. soon, the sky will feel the forms of sadness locked inside a mortal body; it's the most freeing prisonbreak, and come tomorrow, there will smaller spaces for pain to consume. soon, all traces of pristine, sunday light will leave this black hole, in the same violent ways they're trapped, and my wounds will give birth to the dusk, as the prettiest sunset slips by in a blur — gone as i am. gone as i hope to be. i fall to the ground, in a perfected fetal position — i want nothing more than to be smaller than my pain.
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May 29, 2021
May 29, 2021 at 8:07 AM UTC
femininedeath
dusk-haired girl
i will hang my feet from what's left of the sunset, resigned and in poor fetal position: an attempt to make the pain smaller. but i feel it down to my shoulders, to my limbs, to the parts of my lungs that were left untouched. it spreads in the shadows, like a clandestine secret. soon, i will burst from all this anguish, like a kaleidoscope of crimson butterflies. soon, the sky will feel the forms of sadness locked inside a mortal body; it's the most freeing prisonbreak, and come tomorrow, there will smaller spaces for pain to consume. soon, all traces of pristine, sunday light will leave this black hole, in the same violent ways they're trapped, and my wounds will give birth to the dusk, as the prettiest sunset slips by in a blur — gone as i am. gone as i hope to be. i fall to the ground, in a perfected fetal position — i want nothing more than to be smaller than my pain.
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