Long Prison Poems
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The prison of my mind
got me locked in insanity,
Solitary thoughts
carving scars in my sanity.
A sick symmetry of misery
mixed with glee,
I grin through the chaos
while it chews through me.
I can’t break free
chains fused into bone,
Demons on a leash,
but I still sleep alone.
They whisper like prophets,
preach death as the truth,
I bite back the urge
just to prove I’m not loose.
I don’t want to lose,
but I’m tired of war,
Every breath feels like
I’ve fought it before.
Hope tastes like blood
when it slips through my teeth,
I bury my prayers
where the light won’t reach.
I walk through hell
with my head held straight,
Spite in my veins,
I refuse to break.
If I’m damned either way,
I’ll claw, I’ll stay,
I’ll tear through the dark
just to find my way.
Why is it
those who reside in mental hospitals
find themselves struggling to remember
This is supposed to be a hospital,
and not a prison for society’s revenge?
Why is it
those who find themselves imprisoned
struggle to remind themselves
and each other
this is supposed to be a prison,
and not an insanely vengeful mental hospital?
Why is it
bondage breeds violence
as freedom feeds cooperative democracy,
mutual empowerment?
Why is it
defending capital-hoarding elites
breeds criminalization and militarization,
while freeing human natures
to embrace all Earth’s nature-spirits
feeds ecological democracy
to polypathically grow,
contagiously expand in joy
and wonder
and mutual awe?
Lord,
In the midst of this confusion, I
find myself tethered
not only to these damp walls
but also to the adoration
of my own predicament.
How utterly divine,
to speak my descent into madness
with the solemnity
of a Shakespearean tragedy.
The genesis of these scribbled confessions,
it eludes me, lost in the fog of my own folly.
Was there a grand epiphany?
A moment of clarity amidst the chaos,
that compelled me to pray to you?
Or did I simply succumb to
the gravitational pull of gratitude,
seeking solace in the world of errors
that has become my life?
It all began with a knock,
a mundane interruption in the poverty
of my existence. My uncle's friend, they said,
a shadowy figure whose presence looms over me,
making me want to reach out
and make love to him.
I thank you for his existence.
Locked within these walls, I have become
both captive and captor, birthing tales
of woe and whimsy
with each stroke of my lover.
The whip, once a symbol of pain and punishment,
now holds the honour of being
my darling's favourite instrument,
its sting a reminder of the affection
that he showers me with.
Days blur into nights, and still,
I find myself ensnared
in the tangled web of my own neediness.
Memories flicker
like poorly lit scenes in a slapstick comedy,
leaving me to wonder
if there was ever a time
before this madness gripped me.
Did I once long for freedom, or
have I always been a willing participant
in this circus of Eros?
The police may come soon,
their voices echoing like the laugh track
of the poorly scripted sitcom
my love unfortunately enjoys watching.
Part of me prays for them to turn away.
For in the depths of my captivity,
I have discovered a love that defies reason.
A love born
from the most unconventional of circumstances.
And so, I will continue to write,
these entries a testament to the dream
that has become my reality.
For even in the midst of mania,
there is romance to be found.
Even in the arms of my captor,
there is warmth.
Thank you,
for this blissful hell.
Katrina
I stand accused in my prime
Of stealing nickels and a dime
But not enough to pay the fine
So, off to prison doing time
Innocent of any crime
I see the fence I need to climb
Shoot to kill says, the sign
I really hope that guard is blind
Standing here seems sublime
Hoping that their lights won't shine
While I crawl through icky slime
Covered in a smelly grime
Praying the alarm don't chime
I made the fence, so far so fine
Slipping over, I crossed the line
As quiet as a church mouse mime
Sorry I had to leave behind
All those that are bound by rhymes
Perhaps I'll do some thing kind
And send them each a case of wine
Made from grapes, near the Rhine
All hand picked from the vine
Tied up with a bow and twine
They could drink it when they dine
Form:
The feeling of being trapped with an unknown
Maybe a very hungry polar bear
or a greedy wolf ... the beasts bites
A tragic view where people pass by all the time
See me, hear me ...
come in to me and touch me
Let me live my life
A round room with a constant snow storm
My body and brain block everything around me
creating a vicious bubble
Like being locked up in a prison
I am a restless soul groping in the blind
"Hello ... is anyone here? .... H.E.L.L.O"
- behind the glitter of this secluded place in no man's land
"Let me out ... Please ... Let me O.U.T"!
I want to go home to my family for Christmas
Longing for freedom
Freedom without glass walls
20/11/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Stuck in a Christmas Globe Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Bobby May
1st place in the contest
on fibers coarse
with little clay
nibs are stained
with indigo ink
lines of cursive
carefully formed
seeking meaning
to come forth
chrome plated steel
and laminate wood
plastics cast
a cage formed
aligned in rows
of boys and girls
trying to find
what to know
classroom did form
a prison dark
locked out the sound
of the Muses song
warm air to flow
through wildflowers bright
bees there to hum
and birds take flight
castles to float
on scented breeze
grasses to tickle
bare running feet
through glass so hard
that kept at bay
what could be seen
but a world away
beyond the confines
of what was taught
forms that did constrict
the youthful mind
beauty unseen
did fill the thoughts
where wonder did dance
of what might be
blackboards of chalk
filled with empty words
to teach of things
that were not sought
with quills of ink
in cursive words
seeking the meaning
of the unknown
You brought gifts to my home, spending your money
Sent me chocolates, you were sweet like honey
Like a chameleon your colours shone when we met
It soon changed 3 weeks after we wed
My confidence disturbed your dominant demeanor
My independence danced to a tune you did not like
Relieved when I left, the grass was much greener
For respect was not something you gave me as a wife
Your toxic masculinity took you for a fool
Thinking your wife must be a subordinate which you rule
Your father's counsel never made your choices wise
Your obsession with being in control led to our demise
Heart break never stained my resilient heart
For it was impossible to fall in love with a Narc'
I could not be heart broken from something I tolerated
Leaving your prison home made me feel liberated
At our first encounter, you were a radiant sight
Like a chameleon your colours beemed very bright
It was a temporary adaptation. Soon your colours changed
For indeed a reptile a chameleon will always remain
Descending slowly a cherry red sun
hypnotic reflection, a night not begun.
Periwinkle waterfield in saffron graffiti
pearls and amber pink, in a peace treaty.
Over golden sands, Emperor goes to rest
sky fiddle colors, in sea of vermilion vest
Harmonized souls, their love so very tender
day really ends?... it's an endless splendor.
Over the setting sun, have the stars risen?
birds fleeing home,... to freedom or prison?
Dark absorbing light, in a full blown beauty
delphian soul fading in a sunset drunk sea.
Blue waves blushing hues , like never before,
A wish... if only the sun stayed a little more.
26th April 2020
Sponsor Chantelle Anne Cooke
Contest Name Slipping Soul Sunsets into the Sea
When all is said and done !!
Listen the voice of silence ??
As the truth turns into an illusion
And our life a bittersweet lie
Our emotions a distorted smile
Of nothing but wasted year
That have been washed away
by the sands of time
Listen to the voice of silence
As Humanity embraces its inner beast
Stick and stone my broke my bones
But words kill
You see the devil will give you so much
Love he will infect you With so much affection that you would want to spend
The last day in hell
In a world were purpose is forgotten
We're a man seeks Fame , rather than a good name
We're the is no shame in the process
As long as you get the proceed the end justifies the needs
We have been trained in the art of deceit
We nolonger know how to stand for the truth
Even in death we never speak the truth
I think that's the reason on the grave it's written here He/she liars
We leave in a world were our dreams will find you sleeping planting the hopes our tomorrow
In death beds
Life seems like a prison
Yet another soul taken away.
Another family's loss is great.
Another time tears rolled down this face.
Why won't they realize its purpose and quit making these mistakes
Barely an adult still having child like thoughts
Barely coping with life and all that it's brought
Numbing the emotions is what is sought
But death is all that's caught.
They feel these struggles these days it's so hard to make ends meet
Opportunities are few they can't seem to get on their feet.
They prefer to forget their failures prefer to just sleep
And while attempting to be okay they forget to breathe
They look peaceful like the pain has left
But little do we know they are dangling so close to death
In a minute it's slows to one maybe two or just three breaths
And then....
They are gone right before your eyes
We scream to the heavens begging to know why
Our hearts our souls are devasted as our eyes cry.
Breaking us inside
It takes away our ability to cope
Some choosing the drug some not even knowing it's in their dope.
Killing the same whether or not you know
So little of this drug can end all hope
Listen to me hear what I am saying
If you know they are doing drugs then don't even play
Don't kick them out or push them away
Don't feed their habits but understand their ways
They don't mean to hurt you. No it's not an excuse.
They want to be okay, to be clean but wonder what's the use.
These days are hard even more so for our youth.
The pandemic, desocialization, struggling in work, at home, and in school.
Give them knowledge, give them a reason to hope.
Show them different ways to be okay and to cope.
Don't belittle the addict, don't tie the knot in the rope.
Restore their faith, don't let them turn even more to dope.
Don't whisper accusation
Don't deliver ultimatums
Don't end relations
Don't add to their equations
Be honest, speak up, make your thoughts and feelings quite apparent.
Allow them to show emotions as they scream and rant.
Listen when they say they wish they could stop but feel that they can't.
Don't roll your eyes thinking that they can.
Its dangerous and painful withdrawals, emotionally and physically.
Don't push them away. They will need their family.
And not just financially.
Be patient for they'll recover eventually.
Stop the useless fatalities.