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I am the prisoner of my own silence,
locked in a cell made of hours and shadows,
where loneliness wraps its cold fingers around my throat,
and the light outside is nothing but a forgotten dream.
There is no escape—
no door, no window,
just the echo of a heart
that shattered long ago
and no hands left to gather its pieces.
I carry the weight of a thousand unsaid words,
each one a stone,
pressing down on my chest,
a burden heavier than time itself.
I call out to the world,
but my voice is nothing more
than the dust of past hopes,
scattered on the winds of absence.
I am both the wound and the bandage,
the broken glass and the scattered reflection,
each fragment a memory
that cuts deeper when I touch it.
And still,
no one comes to repair me,
no one hears my cries
in the hollow chambers of this soul
that has forgotten the taste of peace.
I see the world move around me,
its colors vibrant,
its people whole,
but I am a shadow beneath their feet,
a forgotten poem in a language no one understands.
The spaces between us grow wider,
and with each passing breath,
I fall deeper into the hollow that lives within me,
a place where love once bloomed
but now withers without a name.
And so I remain—
a prisoner of my own grief,
a heart too broken to heal,
too lost to be found.
There is no escape,
only the weight of time
and the endless ache of what could have been.
I live in an eternal state of sadness
And it’s not like I want to
It’s just nothing else feels right
Walking around with an empty heart feels better than walking around with a full one
At least there will still be space left when it breaks again
Walking around with bags under my eyes is better than walking around with a spark in my eyes
Because I can always sleep without worrying about keeping the light on
Wearing all black to blend in to the background is better than being known
At least I can disappear into my own world without anyone noticing
It just feels right
Listening to music 24/7 to distract myself from the realness of what I feel
The only time the cracks in my reality show up is when an ad pops up
When the world gets too loud
I can count on the bass booming in my ears to drown out the ambiance I hate so much
Walking hand in hand with memories of the past
Late night talks with the ghosts that I used to call by name
The weight of guilt crushing me everyday
Making my psyche break then snap back into place
The echoes of what was once a happy life surround me
Making my heart even more hollow
I’ve gotten used to it
I’ve gotten used to the taste of the medicine I was prescribed
Yet I don’t always take it
I don’t want to always take it
Because it’s weird to feel the sun shine on my face and feel… something
Instead of looking up at the moon and feeling nothing
Yet that is the realm I exist in
A constant state of sadness
A place of no escape but infinite returns
A place I simply call
Home.
This is for all the ladies out there
That no doubt will relate
To all the woes of wearing a Bra
To which there seems to be no escape?
So, firstly we have the bra that rubs
It stings…. you can’t take much no more
When finally you rip that bra off
It’s rubbed your skin red raw!
The bra where your boobs bulge out the top of the cup
Or hand out underneath
You have paid big money for this bra
Yet, you are still getting bra grief!
Then there's the bra where the straps “continually” fall down
They will never sit in place
Pulling them up constantly
Trying to hide the absolute irritation on your face!
We then have the bra that lacks support
With movement your boobs just jiggle about
Let’s hope there’s no need to run
As you will totally knock yourself out!!
Lastly, the underwire bra
This one worse than all the rest
Looking down in complete horror you see
A large round wire poking out your top sitting on your chest….!!!
Home for sale
Home on fire
Fire in the sky
Fire and brimstone
Brimstone and sulfur
Brimstone and infernal dioxide
Dioxide evangelism
Dioxide emissions
Emissions aggress as amorphous
Emissions control
Control of ourselves (and other selves)
Control the carbon
Carbon is terminal and isotopic
Carbon is a footprint
Footprint reduction
Footprint calculator
Calculator online
Calculator broken
Broken promises
Broken bones on a broken planet
Planet Earth
Planet in peril
Peril is peculiar and personal
Peril is graver danger
Danger inherent and external
Danger zone
Zone out
Zone in
In favor of being
In the know
Know thyself
Know the truth
Truth or dare
Truth hurts
Hurts to see
Hurts to breathe
Breathe deeply
Breathe slowly
Slowly dying
Slowly fading
Fading hope
Fading away
Away from here
Away from there
There is no time
There is no escape
Escape plan
Escape route
Route 66
Route to nowhere
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
Hide
Go...
A hidden world, like a heart's inner word
it cannot be seen, nor can it be heard
everyday of your life, it exists
you try to resist, but it persists
Just as thoughts control one's mind
so too, the will power where one can find
a way to cope, or at least to unwind
from troubles and fears that do so bind
Fear restricts freedom, your mind to explore
it is forcing your happiness into a detour
left is desire to find this calm, and be content
better than suffering, with fear to vent
There is no escape, you feel like your bait
only time now stands, between you and your fate
no respite, whatever you might endeavor to do
knowing those worries, nevertheless, will continue
It plagues your mind, and plagues your soul
hearing inner voices saying, "I told you so"
so once again, withdrawing from that chase
retreating yourself, to your secret hiding place
That place of comfort, and place of security
a location guaranteeing you, your obscurity
time has taught you, you have fine tuned
this is your way, to heal your own wound
Overcoming fear is the only way
it requires patience to wait that day
thinking you can rely, to yourself do you obey
but with time, once again you do go astray
To regain control, of your inner world of fears
you need a friend, with whom to share those tears
someone who has been tested, someone to confide
allowing you to open up, and to no longer hide
A friend who listens, allowing you to mend
on a special someone, whom you've come to depend
that beautiful soul, she alone with her tears
knows that secret, to remove those fears
Your friend for the duration, till the very end
she is not into gossip, nor does she pretend
a bosom soul mate, destroying your world of fears
giving you a listening ear, and her heart that cares
Crying, screaming, blaming?
It's never your fault
Irk beneath is flaming
And outpouring daunt
Close your eyes, hey goddess
And let it burn
Open them again
And behold them burn
The avarice in their lusty eyes
The etch itching the soul
Restlessness, rancour, anger
Hurl them on
There's no forgiveness
Profuse or profound
Tormenting the pigeon white
A sin to be bound
Stand with resilience
Confront them
There's no prince in oblivions
Just your fire, prodigious
Blistering aura
Freezing contempt
Mind stuck there
Eyes wide open
Staring at hemlock
Breaking the sunlight
Midst dark canopies
You got to rise
Vengeance creeping
Shivers down the spine
Misty lashes
caging Tears of divine
Goosebumps down the knees
Feet leaving the ground
Shame to discern
And confront their eyes
Loneliness or solitude
Never a concern
She's out to hunt
In crown of fern
Run or die
There's no escape
Not to lie
She's a tigeress in rage
Revive your turmoil
There's no other hell
You made her do it
Now, there's no dispel
Her hunger of abhorance
Will chew you one by one
Look up and take a glance
Bloodshot eyes and fury imbued
Impending destruction
Pay the price
They say don't bother An angel
before thinking thrice
You summoned the devil
Insurmountable whose wrath
Keep falling in the pitch
Until you meet your death
I step inside, the air is tight,
A hundred eyes, too harsh, too bright.
Hands reach out, though none are there,
Still, I feel them everywhere.
My arms feel stiff, I can’t look up,
I wonder if I’m messing up.
Am I too fast, or moving slow?
Do they see the fear I try not to show?
A sudden laugh my stomach sinks,
My face is burning, my mind just blinks.
Not at me, but why does it sting?
The thought alone twists everything.
I try to move, to find a space,
To disappear without a trace.
But no escape, no quiet air,
The weight of watching lingers there.
Even when the room is bare,
Somehow, I still feel the stare.
Offering
Another night as oft descends,
As love ere me offends openly neath an errant moon,
That hopelessly gaze down on a whimpering fool,
For there is no escape of it,
For me or on that foreseeable floating orb so many points their fate,
Lest I find the strength to stir some surface dust on it,
Yet we are both remote in time and space,
And that I of insignificance had a gift with words speaketh the truth,
It would be called a tale, and I wouldst be as diminutive as ere,
Albeit, my friend as a wandering you go,
Make mention of my existence to the many like me below,
If we are so defenseless, how be it so our numbers grow strongly?
2020 February 20
A crisp brown leaf from the sycamore tree
Silently fell to the ground
It gently lay down amidst more of its kind
Having landed with no hint of sound
How could it know of the silence required
To survive through the night in these woods
I’d crunched one such leaf underfoot in my haste
And fell prey to the people in hoods
The moon though dim, waxing gibbous, I think
Throws monochrome shades in the night
Against this old oak I am helpless and tied
There’s no escape, try as I might
What did they mean, “That’s her gluttony sated”?
No woman I see hereabout
My knees feel weak as shrivelled leaves crunch
And they fail as that dull moon…… goes out
Still fully awake, I closed my eyes from the morning light.
Fear for him had kept me from sleeping through the night.
I worried that he would believe all of those who had lied,
those who told him it had been his fault his father died.
Oppressive is his world because he sings only the blues.
All he tells me is, "You can't walk in another man's shoes."
He's sullen and dejected; width and breadth of disdain.
I reach out but he turns away, immersed in his own pain.
I've tried everything I can to pull him out of his foul mood
but nothing has made a difference, he continues to brood.
His melancholy blue aura has encroached upon my heart.
There's no escape from these emotions tearing us apart.
I can't take away the memories or the burdens he bears.
I wish my love could strip him of the ash cloth he wears.
If painting could remove the frown from his forlorn face,
I'd brush away his tears and hold him close in my embrace.
He used to write beautiful love songs, then sing them to me,
but now he plays and sings the blues in sad haunting melody.
Depression wove her bitter fingers around his miserable soul,
and left him without desire to be free of her ceaseless control.
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January 10th, 2016
Into the Blue contest
Host: Anthony Slausen