You are a prisoner of your own mind,
Chained within a cell,
That binds your thoughts,
And conceals your head.
Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed,
Your mind lacks the fortitude,
It needs to be left in.
You speak without pride.
Without light, without voice.
Your words lack connotation,
The way your mind lacks grace.
In sorrow, in numb,
You are all you did not want.
So, you remain in your bed,
In your cell,
In your mind-
Your prison keeps you safe,
Or does it keep you confined?
From the world, you could change,
And the art you could make.
Is your prison a cell that you can’t escape?
Or your mind, a Pandora box one can’t contain.
Categories:
depraved, 9th grade, analogy, crazy,
Form: Free verse
(By GreatFaith)
My human heart fails me.
My soul is burdened with crisis.
And strong is it’s depravity,
Vengeance is longed with savagery.
They say it’s worse than this,
My human heart fails me.
The sorrow and pain exceeds thee,
And hopefulness isn't hard to miss.
And strong is it’s depravity!
Fear holds me in captivity!
My heart wants their blood to fall from a tree!
My human heart fails me.
How could I think so carelessly?
My heart says lies are bliss,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Doesn’t it know, truth is morality?
It’s feelings are valid, it insists.
My human heart fails me,
And strong is it’s depravity.
Categories:
depraved, america, anxiety, crazy, deep,
Form: Villanelle
A maid, lovely and just as fair,
is a flower, a bloom, afresh
even when no sunshine's o'er there.
In spirit and in youthful flesh,
so magnificent past compare,
she softly glows, with skin so fresh.
With youth and loveliness to find,
she coyly offers no consent;
but with her smiles and trust so blind,
she stirs a restless discontent.
When peeks, and looks, betray her mind,
she befriends me as if we're meant.
Her sweetness, though, sparks a desire,
a lust without wise self-control;
but rule I must, I must, this fire!?
For this maid's a girl, not a doll
to quench and slake my swollen spire,
the squire of my depraved, dark soul.
Categories:
depraved, beauty, conflict, desire, innocence,
Form: Lyric
The mirror stared back this morning
With the emptiness of a past that
Eludes the blankness of the stare.
Ageing...living...pleasure are mere
Illusions of an existence of nothingness.
Where art thou my soul?
The day of unfulfilled imagery of dreams,
Fed by the desperation of simply being,
Taking up space so not to create a vacuum
Of blackness, thick as infinity.
Life and love begets sorrow and pain...
Life and love are test tube dreams.
Categories:
depraved, identity,
Form: Free verse
As dust doth settle upon your casket
I do not weep, mine eyes remain dry
as the warmest summer days on land
And though those around me stare
I know in confusion
For they have not seen inside you
or myself, as we do
Thy ears perk at hissing, while eyes unfocused in panic
For a split second on your resting box
From your grave, I keep waiting for your fist
waiting for venomous words to spew forth from your lips
Lips I had abandoned, for no matter the love I gave
through the good, through the bad
Bad turned a tad too much as my bones broke,
muscles ripped bared screams from fattened lips
Today, standing with dry eyes I tell myself again
The past was just pretend
T'was just a story I had read but months ago
A tale, A nightmare of pretense
Categories:
depraved, abuse, addiction, bullying, death,
Form: Prose Poetry
Sordid lunatic relentless beatings, given by his parents, were daily worn!
Suppressing anguish and heartfelt wounds, takes on an evil form!
His heart is scarred, there is terror inside, he must unleash!
It's bottled up, he kills and kills, as childhood rage, is then released!
Michael Tor 9/19/2015 Broken Wings. Contest. Four Lines
Categories:
depraved, dark, death,
Form: Rhyme
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in -
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’
Categories:
depraved, funny,
Form: Limerick
dont understand
and cant stand
cruel hearts
and for the most part
dont care too
im not like you
dont miscontrue
the way i feel
to be real mean
cuz i mean, look
u stay a closed book
take a look at yourself
its unhealthy to bottle up inside
and hide from everyone
you gotta outrun your fears
years coulda been saved
tears coulda been saved
depraved minded all this time
not thinking it a crime
to hurt those around you
but its true that indeed
that the innocent bleed
at your feet
defeated and breathless
hopeless and lost
at the cost of what?
your pleasure?
there is no measure
of how digusted i am
and i am disgusted
at the very least
at how you feast
on others' pain
and embarrassment
whether thats how you vent or not
you think your a big shot
taking cheap shots
bullying your way thru life
well you feel good?
you feel empowered??
Well all i see
is a hopeless weak coward.
Tamara Brown
Feb 3, 2011
Categories:
depraved, life, sad, social
Form: Free verse
I dont understand
and cant stand
cruel hearts
and for the most part
dont care to
im not like you
dont miscontrue
the way i feel
to be real mean
cuz i mean, look
u stay a closed book
take a look at yourself
its unhealthy to bottle up inside
and hide from everyone
you gotta outrun your fears
years coulda been saved
tears coulda been saved
depraved minded all this time
not thinking it a crime
to hurt those around you
but its true that indeed
that the innocent bleed
at your feet
defeated and breathless
hopeless and lost
at the cost of what?
your pleasure?
there is no measure
of how digusted i am
and i am disgusted
at the very least
at how you feast
on others' pain
and embarrassment
whether thats how you vent or not
you think your a big shot
taking cheap shots
bullying your way thru life
well you feel good?
you feel empowered??
Well all i see
is a hopeless weak coward.
Tamara Brown
Feb 3, 2011
Categories:
depraved, life, sad, social
Form: Free verse
What can save me from this desolate road I'm beginning to weave?
Maybe acceptance of pain and a touch of greed.
Pack my bags and say "Forget the Rest."
But I jest. . .
Because it's from the Rest that I see I am blessed
What a mess.
Take off your shirt and turn around, let me see that knife wound.
Even though mine is still throbbing, and I got it from you.
Humility dies at the hands of a friend
Here's some Band-Aids Chief, your cuts, you mend.
Categories:
depraved, me,
Form: Rhyme