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"unescapable" poems
They think they see through the prison that they call home I see them all around me Their Eyes with tinted seals A one way mirror. Unescapable, improbable, impossible. How they think they can live In this cage Nothing but an observer Of a wild illusion Life is what holds them Rooted to a false reality. But true freedom will never begin Until someone sets them free.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
The Eyes That Never See
“Are you okay?” Sweetheart, I write poetry And some kindhearted people said I write it well … That can only mean one thing My mind is an unescapable hell “Yeah, just tired”
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Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
Mind of a poet
Everything has changed Yet nothing is different You left me deranged But I don’t think you meant it The things you have done Have burnt this one Engulfed in flames With the rage of the sun My hearts a puzzle For which you hold the last piece You hold it forever Is the way it seems To watch my soul decrease And my life decease Sleeping tranquil In eternal peace You teased me with happiness And punished me with pain You pleased me with cuteness As you played your game You set up a smoke screen To keep me blind I could have never seen The hurt and anguish Resulting from you scheme An unescapable pain This is no dream Fore this is reality And I am love’s fatality
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Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC
Crippling the Invincible
i had a dream last night that there was water in my lungs. i could feel the ocean wrapping careful hands around my limbs, caressing my thighs with soft seaweed, my hands with gentle current. i could taste salt on my lip, the way a first kiss with a new lover settles and stains on the skin above your tongue, i could taste the care the water was taking in taking my life. taking it's time, the ebbing ocean snaked across my midriff, hands on waist, wasting away at skin with salty touch as sandpaper scraping away at my sense of self i dreamt the water changing pace from calm glass coffee table top, held flowers and coffees and your feet and mine, overlapped and intertwined and into undertow, pulling your hand from my waist and your salt from my mouth i dreamt that i saw nothing, felt nothing but your salty sandpaper hand scraping skin across my collar bones as you pulled your coral reef body away. the glassy water turned to pavement and you left me in rapids under black ice. i had a dream that i was trapped under ice, with children skating on top and i couldn't hear or breathe or scream but i could feel their skates on my insides they cut my hair with their blades and as they spun in circles above me i spiraled further into the depths of an ocean that felt more like a fire. i had a dream last night that there was water in my lungs, and it hurt less to breathe then than it does now that you're gone. i never thought about how it would feel to cough the water back up, until i realized how much it hurt going down. and i was never scared of the ocean until i saw it's vastness unescapable it's arms unrelenting and it's love everchanging and i realized nothing's everlasting. i was never scared of drowning until i woke up puking the water i drank before bed. and realized there was nothing more in my stomach but salt.
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
i had a dream there was water in my lungs
i had a dream last night that there was water in my lungs. i could feel the ocean wrapping careful hands around my limbs, caressing my thighs with soft seaweed, my hands with gentle current. i could taste salt on my lip, the way a first kiss with a new lover settles and stains on the skin above your tongue, i could taste the care the water was taking in taking my life. taking it's time, the ebbing ocean snaked across my midriff, hands on waist, wasting away at skin with salty touch as sandpaper scraping away at my sense of self i dreamt the water changing pace from calm glass coffee table top, held flowers and coffees and your feet and mine, overlapped and intertwined and into undertow, pulling your hand from my waist and your salt from my mouth i dreamt that i saw nothing, felt nothing but your salty sandpaper hand scraping skin across my collar bones as you pulled your coral reef body away. the glassy water turned to pavement and you left me in rapids under black ice. i had a dream that i was trapped under ice, with children skating on top and i couldn't hear or breathe or scream but i could feel their skates on my insides they cut my hair with their blades and as they spun in circles above me i spiraled further into the depths of an ocean that felt more like a fire. i had a dream last night that there was water in my lungs, and it hurt less to breathe then than it does now that you're gone. i never thought about how it would feel to cough the water back up, until i realized how much it hurt going down. and i was never scared of the ocean until i saw it's vastness unescapable it's arms unrelenting and it's love everchanging and i realized nothing's everlasting. i was never scared of drowning until i woke up puking the water i drank before bed. and realized there was nothing more in my stomach but salt.
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Sweet in its own form Unescapable but brilliant To lose yourself into it Throwing away The moment or a day A satisfying drug A guiltful pleasure That leaves you desiring Craving Longing For that one thing Which despises reality Because you as well Wish to end it
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Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
Indifference
It all starts with a kiss on the forehead from the devil. A curse so deadly that The Grim Reaper would fear for his life. Togetherness is a lost cause for sanity and my mind. One of them, if not both, has been absent. I've killed many and many before. Homicidal cravings have polluted my veins. Empathy has fled the scene of this heinous crime inside my head, As the voices so gracefully moved in. Frequent scenarios are projected in my dreams, Like some spooky yet ****** film. Two vampiric women kiss so maliciously, As their lips are painted with blood. This vision makes ****** ******** The blood flow has not yet been drained from my vision, As it stains the cotton of my memory. Remorseful thoughts convert to an addiction. I need to accommodate another fix, before my inevitable conviction. I've once felt the feelings of the peaceful, But reality has stolen my conscience. A lovely soul transformed to atrocity . This lantern gained a shortage of oil, causing me to become lost in a field of misery and pain. Minacious laughs frolic in my ears, Though these giggles I'm quite familiar with. I heard them often, so joyful and so free. But now they've turned to evil. An inability to move my hands when desired, Caused by attire not aimed for warmth. I'm a prisoner blocked by a wall of darkness, So deliberately detaining my sanity. I have loved a time, so long ago, Where happiness was my most valued acquaintance. Yet something inside of me awoken so suddenly, Shamelessly demolishing any remote heart I once possessed. Possession is such a polite word to use, describing demonic forces taking ownership of your soul. But I consider it a blessing in disguise, Due to the unescapable fact that who I was could not be an acception, To those who hold superiority over me. A monster I was? Or A monster I have became. It would never be determined by the others. All they fathom is that a monster is contained, And lives will no longer be stolen by the guilty hands of this monster. But what gives human life it's worth? I will forever ponder that thought. For I am the star of this so called Hell, And where I'll be when my time has come, No sane human would dwell.
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
From a Psychopath's Point of View
It all starts with a kiss on the forehead from the devil. A curse so deadly that The Grim Reaper would fear for his life. Togetherness is a lost cause for sanity and my mind. One of them, if not both, has been absent. I've killed many and many before. Homicidal cravings have polluted my veins. Empathy has fled the scene of this heinous crime inside my head, As the voices so gracefully moved in. Frequent scenarios are projected in my dreams, Like some spooky yet ****** film. Two vampiric women kiss so maliciously, As their lips are painted with blood. This vision makes ****** ******** The blood flow has not yet been drained from my vision, As it stains the cotton of my memory. Remorseful thoughts convert to an addiction. I need to accommodate another fix, before my inevitable conviction. I've once felt the feelings of the peaceful, But reality has stolen my conscience. A lovely soul transformed to atrocity . This lantern gained a shortage of oil, causing me to become lost in a field of misery and pain. Minacious laughs frolic in my ears, Though these giggles I'm quite familiar with. I heard them often, so joyful and so free. But now they've turned to evil. An inability to move my hands when desired, Caused by attire not aimed for warmth. I'm a prisoner blocked by a wall of darkness, So deliberately detaining my sanity. I have loved a time, so long ago, Where happiness was my most valued acquaintance. Yet something inside of me awoken so suddenly, Shamelessly demolishing any remote heart I once possessed. Possession is such a polite word to use, describing demonic forces taking ownership of your soul. But I consider it a blessing in disguise, Due to the unescapable fact that who I was could not be an acception, To those who hold superiority over me. A monster I was? Or A monster I have became. It would never be determined by the others. All they fathom is that a monster is contained, And lives will no longer be stolen by the guilty hands of this monster. But what gives human life it's worth? I will forever ponder that thought. For I am the star of this so called Hell, And where I'll be when my time has come, No sane human would dwell.
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How Tragic Is A Life Cut Short An Ember put out before the Warmth is felt A Light in the World that shines Never More, Why do You feel the Need The Unperishable desire that can only be Quenched, When Your Light goes out We tell You that People Care But do We not realize You do not See that, You See Only that Dreadful Need To be Lonely is a Curious Thing, The Days are Long and Empty The Nights are full of Shadows and Unescapable Demons Torment. Dread. Damnation. Ever Flowing Near I do Not speak of Those whose Live On, But of Those Who Make The Hardest Choice, The Only Choice To Fight is to Suffer Tooth. Nail. Tears. Better to Not? Why add more Suffering? Then, Who can Blame You When the Only Action You have Is to Take Matters In Your Own Hands But You do Not See Cannot See, How this World Mourns The Loss of Light The Brightest, A Life That Means Everything Look. At the Beauty Listen. To the Music Live. For No One Can Live For You, No One Can Replace You. My Greatest Friend, Do You Not See? Life May Seem Pointless, It May Never Seem Like It Will Get Better. But It Must. I Have Felt This. The Encompassing Loathsome Feeling. To Live Is To Feel Pain. Pain Must Not Overcome. Please, Find Me, When The Days Become Unbearable. I Will Be The Stalwart. The Silent. The Confidant. All You Need In The Times When You Need. We Shall Fight This. But Truly, You Shall. For This Light, Your Light, Is My Light, A Mother’s Light, A Daughter’s Light, A Father’s Light, A Son’s Light, A Light To All Would You Deprive Us Of It?
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
How Tragic Is A Life Cut Short
How Tragic Is A Life Cut Short An Ember put out before the Warmth is felt A Light in the World that shines Never More, Why do You feel the Need The Unperishable desire that can only be Quenched, When Your Light goes out We tell You that People Care But do We not realize You do not See that, You See Only that Dreadful Need To be Lonely is a Curious Thing, The Days are Long and Empty The Nights are full of Shadows and Unescapable Demons Torment. Dread. Damnation. Ever Flowing Near I do Not speak of Those whose Live On, But of Those Who Make The Hardest Choice, The Only Choice To Fight is to Suffer Tooth. Nail. Tears. Better to Not? Why add more Suffering? Then, Who can Blame You When the Only Action You have Is to Take Matters In Your Own Hands But You do Not See Cannot See, How this World Mourns The Loss of Light The Brightest, A Life That Means Everything Look. At the Beauty Listen. To the Music Live. For No One Can Live For You, No One Can Replace You. My Greatest Friend, Do You Not See? Life May Seem Pointless, It May Never Seem Like It Will Get Better. But It Must. I Have Felt This. The Encompassing Loathsome Feeling. To Live Is To Feel Pain. Pain Must Not Overcome. Please, Find Me, When The Days Become Unbearable. I Will Be The Stalwart. The Silent. The Confidant. All You Need In The Times When You Need. We Shall Fight This. But Truly, You Shall. For This Light, Your Light, Is My Light, A Mother’s Light, A Daughter’s Light, A Father’s Light, A Son’s Light, A Light To All Would You Deprive Us Of It?
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The other day, I saw a bear. But it's all a front. Under the hair, The makeup, The clothes hides a scared, Confused, Little girl. The bear within cowers at the hunters, But she acts strong. She 'doesn't care.' For a short period of time, Even she began to believe it. Caring only hurt her, And all she wanted was to feel better, But now it's worse. Now the hole is deeper, The scar more noticeable, The vicious cycle unescapable. Falling too fast to catch that branch on the way back down.
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
The Other Day I Saw a Bear
She needed to remember….. Remember the parallels of light and the unescapable darkness The blurred lines of reality The sobbing woman at her side The tall man near by The questions tossed this way and that As she just stared at them wide-eyed They looked at her expectantly, hesitantly, anxiously, fearfully But most of all, the most prominent look in their eyes was hope It screamed at the depths of rimmed blue, brown, and hazel It pleaded with hers, waiting for fulfilment She said nothing Even when they asked the most simple of questions So they took on a different tactic By stating where she was, how she got there, what her condition was She semi-paid attention to the man wearing white Picking on a view words Car— crash— hospital— head They were important She knew that They were vital to her circumstance But their significance lost meaning with the emptiness Of no memories, no recollection Of her state, of these people…… of time Lost in the blank recesses of her mind She wanted to dig them out Drag them in the open Wring them free of the dust, dirt, and grim They collected in two months’ time But searching caused searing pain to swell in her brain She gripped both sides of her head Squeezing tight Noticing bandages and scars for the first time She had noticed the white walls and beeping machines And the expectant people surrounding her damaged state of being But the fine and large scars covering her arms The bandages wrapped around spoiled tissue Visible, uncovered reminders in sight Appeared pink with tinging red Healing For some reason, that small thought That miniscule fact brought unbridled relief She immersed in it Even for the briefest moment She relished in the small victory Then she heard the sobbing woman to her right Looking at her, taking her in Red rimmed eyes Face washed of makeup Anguish mixed with relief in her blue orbs The girl turned her attention to the man at the woman’s side Who could barely look at her with a clenched jaw Eyes puffy as well But he seemed so concentrated at some point on the wall She gazed that way but found nothing but white….
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
I Know You....
She needed to remember….. Remember the parallels of light and the unescapable darkness The blurred lines of reality The sobbing woman at her side The tall man near by The questions tossed this way and that As she just stared at them wide-eyed They looked at her expectantly, hesitantly, anxiously, fearfully But most of all, the most prominent look in their eyes was hope It screamed at the depths of rimmed blue, brown, and hazel It pleaded with hers, waiting for fulfilment She said nothing Even when they asked the most simple of questions So they took on a different tactic By stating where she was, how she got there, what her condition was She semi-paid attention to the man wearing white Picking on a view words Car— crash— hospital— head They were important She knew that They were vital to her circumstance But their significance lost meaning with the emptiness Of no memories, no recollection Of her state, of these people…… of time Lost in the blank recesses of her mind She wanted to dig them out Drag them in the open Wring them free of the dust, dirt, and grim They collected in two months’ time But searching caused searing pain to swell in her brain She gripped both sides of her head Squeezing tight Noticing bandages and scars for the first time She had noticed the white walls and beeping machines And the expectant people surrounding her damaged state of being But the fine and large scars covering her arms The bandages wrapped around spoiled tissue Visible, uncovered reminders in sight Appeared pink with tinging red Healing For some reason, that small thought That miniscule fact brought unbridled relief She immersed in it Even for the briefest moment She relished in the small victory Then she heard the sobbing woman to her right Looking at her, taking her in Red rimmed eyes Face washed of makeup Anguish mixed with relief in her blue orbs The girl turned her attention to the man at the woman’s side Who could barely look at her with a clenched jaw Eyes puffy as well But he seemed so concentrated at some point on the wall She gazed that way but found nothing but white….
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The essence of love From a beautiful precious birth Spouts the purest form of innocence; love To exalt those who shelter our sole being Conscious love brings fear and mental torment To taint and eradicate our ethereality Infected with bleak reality Lunar sorrows of solitude and seclusion Demonic presences reap at the heart Bringer of dread, separation with no solution Loss of my heroine, Queen of beauty Desolate and afraid, naked and cold By chance, arbitrary love and yearning The insatiable appetite for such a person Unescapable feelings of bliss and elation Consumed by exultation Solace and soothing serenity How I cannot picture a life without thee A tomb of anguish and sorrow Eternal lamentation We must stay intertwined and inseparable Clasped together until bleak nothingness Engulfed by your presence, my Queen of the night Dressed in satin black Princess of darkness, priestess of mars I call out to Eros To extol the highest power Two souls cast by a single flame A shared rhythm of beating hearts Entangled til death swallows our existence The essence of love
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Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
The Essence Of Love
As we dance in the moonlight, The stars all twinkle at the sight. Your wings they unfold, And shimmer like gold. You with your angel’s way, Make my heart swoon and sway. Taming the demon inside me, Who for so long wished to be free. The longer we two lovers dance, I start to know he has no chance. Even now his eyelids grow heavy, trapping him behind love’s levee. No longer able to find a grip, Into darkness he shall slip. The end of all my evil, His tomb; unescapable. Fill me Alice with your light, Turn me from this demon blight, Into something near angelic, A black winged angel; prophetic.
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
Death of the Old Me
I do not fear death I fear the absence of it I fear the continual existence of life I fear earth's inability to recycle death into life I fear the extensive lengths man will go to extend our unescapable fates I fear the abundance of life will take away from the quality of it But no, I do not fear death I do not fear death
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May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
Escape
Honor, I wear a discotheque Like, a clown's first dance Integrity, comes for permission, wicked Opinion, salt and pepper on an egg, is a demon's problem Little more, than a thank you Sassafras, is no hap's ecstasy In the proud and angry due... We made a frank photograph, your drunk intimacy... Is a pardoned stare, at faerie tales Meant upheld, upheaval is a wager Of a world, with no clash with vice fail's Proper though, in the name of fate's mere Mercy, with an extra shirt Ready for a pant's relent, regret In an unescapable kiss, of hurt And possessing quaintness, we are the boding let... Witness the gasp... Of a spirit, erudite to a finish Of levity, long before callous can ask Is it all right, to wink at liberty's wish?
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC
I Don't Like You
Beautifully, scattered, broken dreams merely brought on by curiosity in the ruins, and broken faith lies a reality we can't escape for the world is dark, hopeless, and shallow and in the memories of deceased, we wallow.
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Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 3:41 AM UTC
Unescapable Reality
You're my honey, my sweetheart, my one true love, Your touch releases me, as twelve freed doves Everytime I dance into your unescapable stare, I frequently realize the pure burning we both share As our feelings flee, hands melt to eachother, When I look into your eyes, I can't dream of loving any other. I couldn't imagine a life, with any meaning at all, As i sink into my black hole, you are there to catch my fall. You made my heart beat with a more vast sensation, Your lips on my neck, now I'm losing concentration. The love and lust are what keeps my soul alive, You were what was right for my spirits to rise.
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Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 6:01 PM UTC
My Everythin'.
Wasting away from this World full of destroyed mistakes. My heart is shattered beyond Repair, my soul aches. I can't take this crushing hate, My pain makes them thrive. These walls are closing in, I won't survive. Held under the total Annihilation of my Confidence, I can't Find my voice. The games they play Leave me in constant Destruction, I can't Make a choice. Speaking against them Will result in unescapable Wrath, they are the ones Who will choose my path. I will always be held Beneath their twisted Way of control, constantly ****** into their menacing black hole. If I begged for forgivness on All that I've sinned, My life would be on the line. I'd be throwing caution to the wind.
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Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 5:59 AM UTC
Caution To The Wind
We all know the feeling That unescapable sense of dread It makes everything hard Even just getting out of bed You probably know someone Who has felt it too We can't stop it The feeling is true Now I know what you're thinking That'll never happen to me But I said the same thing And now it's all that I see People try to help Though the have no clue how Soon you'll come to realize You are your only way out
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Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
That Feeling
rusty linoleum scratches against your palms murky water keeps flowing unescapable
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
linoleum
I remember the first time I looked into your eyes I felt everything inside you suddenly felt everything inside me too. Parts of me I wasn't aware existed started thawing out I felt my bones start to shake. I fell for you three years ago to this day. And since then, I haven't been able to look back. I remember the 56th time I looked into your eyes I swore to God you were the one that made life worth living, constantly giving me something to smile about as the world seemed to crash around me in an unescapable pattern and I always fell into you. I became comfortable with leaning on your shoulders though they too were weary but you never told me to stand up on my own and I became afraid of being alone after the 154th time I looked into your eyes and saw my future. I remember the 876th time I looked into your eyes. That day still haunts the perimeters of my mind I felt my chest sink in that day as you said the words "I'm not in love with you anymore" after that every time I looked into your eyes I felt absolutely nothing. I felt crashing, I felt sadness for a bit, but nothing clicked like it did for years and I felt the lump in my throat crawl into my brain and I remember telling you I felt the same. I wasn't in love with you anymore. Prior to that, that thought never came up I couldn't handle the pain of knowing I would have to move on so I stopped looking into your eyes, to spare myself the aching, every time I felt a rush of blood pump to my heart almost fast enough to make it stop, and I wondered if it would ever start again. The very last time I looked into your eyes I felt a part of me die and I don't mean it metaphorically, I mean I felt my insides wither away so fast they made me feel like I was losing air, taking every bit of strength to put one foot in front of the other just to bring myself out of there. I said goodbye without looking at you for fear I might fall back just like you let me for years. I said goodbye without looking back and now I forget what our last goodbye looked like, but can't seem to forget how I felt at our first hello, and I wonder if this is what hell is like. Knowing that if you could, you'd do things right a second time, but having that ability stripped away from you by a Greyhound bus and a parking pass, and always, constantly, looking back.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
Your Eyes
I remember the first time I looked into your eyes I felt everything inside you suddenly felt everything inside me too. Parts of me I wasn't aware existed started thawing out I felt my bones start to shake. I fell for you three years ago to this day. And since then, I haven't been able to look back. I remember the 56th time I looked into your eyes I swore to God you were the one that made life worth living, constantly giving me something to smile about as the world seemed to crash around me in an unescapable pattern and I always fell into you. I became comfortable with leaning on your shoulders though they too were weary but you never told me to stand up on my own and I became afraid of being alone after the 154th time I looked into your eyes and saw my future. I remember the 876th time I looked into your eyes. That day still haunts the perimeters of my mind I felt my chest sink in that day as you said the words "I'm not in love with you anymore" after that every time I looked into your eyes I felt absolutely nothing. I felt crashing, I felt sadness for a bit, but nothing clicked like it did for years and I felt the lump in my throat crawl into my brain and I remember telling you I felt the same. I wasn't in love with you anymore. Prior to that, that thought never came up I couldn't handle the pain of knowing I would have to move on so I stopped looking into your eyes, to spare myself the aching, every time I felt a rush of blood pump to my heart almost fast enough to make it stop, and I wondered if it would ever start again. The very last time I looked into your eyes I felt a part of me die and I don't mean it metaphorically, I mean I felt my insides wither away so fast they made me feel like I was losing air, taking every bit of strength to put one foot in front of the other just to bring myself out of there. I said goodbye without looking at you for fear I might fall back just like you let me for years. I said goodbye without looking back and now I forget what our last goodbye looked like, but can't seem to forget how I felt at our first hello, and I wonder if this is what hell is like. Knowing that if you could, you'd do things right a second time, but having that ability stripped away from you by a Greyhound bus and a parking pass, and always, constantly, looking back.
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Sorrow consumes Sorrow intimidates Sorrow lurks Sorrow prowls Sorrow envelopes Sorrow engulfs Sorrow is unescapable
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
S o r r o w
For this new year I solemnly resolve to love absolutely all of myself - Not because it's pretty and nor because it's a reality unescapable, but because someone else loved me first, someone chose to die so that I may live - I think I could live my life for Him.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
Lifetime Resolution
I keep earnestly asking the flowers… desperately,                                 ripping away,                            each petal, saying the magic words Again. and Again. eventually receiving the outcome that I long for, waiting for something,                                      anything. to change. believing that everything will happen (just as the flowers have said) knowing.                               that                          no matter how hard                I try. Always in the back of my mind, the unescapable , Truth. HE LOVES ME NOT. and so, I keep earnestly asking the flowers.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
He Loves Me...
Woman You Put A Smile On My Face Unescapable Invitation To Truth Laughter Comes Highest Of All
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
Champagne Glass
I cannot trust you. You change direction as if its all meaningless yet you speak with a conviction that rattles my bones. You make my cry with your incessant calling of all my failings which I miserably hide. I wish I could leave you so I would never again believe you. when you whisper to me that I will never fly. But there is no escape Resolved, I am ever confined to your drowning company my love, my mind.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC
Unescapable