"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.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 1:31 AM UTC
“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”
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 7:47 PM UTC
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
Jun 13, 2010
Jun 13, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC
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.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
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
Oct 10, 2013
Oct 10, 2013 at 7:58 AM UTC
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.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 10:20 PM UTC
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?
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 9:19 PM UTC
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.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
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….
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 3:13 PM UTC
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
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 4:43 PM UTC
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.
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC
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
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 6:53 PM UTC
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?
Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 3:37 PM UTC
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.
Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 3:41 AM UTC
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.
Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 6:01 PM UTC
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.
Jun 8, 2010
Jun 8, 2010 at 5:59 AM UTC
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
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 3:10 PM UTC
rusty linoleum
scratches
against your palms
murky water
keeps flowing
unescapable
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:48 PM UTC
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.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
Sorrow consumes
Sorrow intimidates
Sorrow lurks
Sorrow prowls
Sorrow envelopes
Sorrow engulfs
Sorrow is unescapable
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
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.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 5:28 AM UTC
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.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC
Woman
You Put A Smile
On My Face
Unescapable
Invitation
To Truth
Laughter
Comes Highest
Of All
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 10:10 AM UTC
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.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 3:24 AM UTC