My hands are tied
My heart is bound
For the love of my dear Jesus
Only in Him can peace be found
The Lord says search your heart
And you will find Me there
With arms opened wide
He'll hold you with great care
Peace shall come to you dear friend
Abundance in one's life
"Hold on to me" dear Jesus said
Hold Me close, so close, so tight
You've made me feel every emotion since we met, but you've never made me feel pain.
Now my eyes are like waterfall,
and my mind's like a black hole.
I'm lost in your sight as you smile at your phone,
the same way as you make me smile when I'm alone.
The confusion overwhelms me, cause I can't find the reason for your actions,
can't find the problem in our past.
Why did everything we had disappeared in a moment?
You've made me so lost, that I can't stop looking for pointless affirmations,
trying to maintain our sweet conversations.
Our conversations that don't exist anymore,
but I feel like I can't do more.
I'm exhausted and my hands are tied,
I can't do anything else, but hide.
hide from all the feelings,
hide from the thought of those angelic lips.
The delicate fingertips that are no longer brushing my cheek,
the prettiest eyes that are no longer shine for me.
They all call me crazy. But I’m not
I say nothing, but I want you to stop.
Stop stop stop
I scream in the shower
Then I get out
Nothing happened nothing happened
I’m fine so fine, can’t you see?
But there’s tear stains on my cheeks.
I can’t say how I’m feeling
You don’t listen, you never do.
Sometimes I wish that I was heartless just like you.
But I feel to deeply
And love to much
Just want
I can’t say I can’t say
My hands are tied
Im afraid im afraid
She took her child.
and ran into the night,
I searched for them,
they were nowhere in sight.
My world shattered,
I don’t know what to do,
I’m not missing just one,
but there is two.
I have spent ten years,
taking care of the child,
Cast out of his life,
I was Exiled.
I miss his laughter,
his voice and the looks on his face,
With the two of them gone,
I feel so out of place.
Getting over her,
was not easy it was tough,
He was a blessing,
a Diamond in the rough.
It’s been over a year,
and they tell me he is tall,
My hands are tied,
my backs against the wall.
I thought,
I would see him grow up become an adult,
A fine young man,
my input a direct result.
I love him,
as if he were mine,
I would give my life,
to see him just ONE MORE TIME….
TURBO1904 NOV.3rd 2021
You can hear the voices?
You can hear the choices?
The distant echoes
of the lows
and highs
of the skies.
Keep close my friend.
Remember the messages you used to send?
My hands are tied
and my voice then sighed.
The screams sounded
and left me dumbfounded.
My hands are tied so I write with my mouth,
if my mouth was gagged I'd have to go south,
and I expect that would get more views than this poem,
I'll leave you with that image cus I've gotta be going,
it's wonderful when the ink starts flowing,
I get like this when the sun starts glowing,
as though a small part of me just starts growing
Often, my hands are tied when my clever muse
fills my mind with her thoughts that are profuse.
Sometimes my poetic intentions are lost in a line
because she's of the opinion hers are more divine.
She has a take-charge attitude, void of devotion
completely ignoring my heart's romantic emotion
Quite frustrating is she, but I dare not complain
or she'll give me nasty looks filled with disdain.
It's true, she's felt the ecstasy of love much more,
but I didn't know that she had been keeping score!
She slips into my visions and ideas when dreaming,
a feisty muse who resorts to outrageous scheming.
I should not allow her to tie my literary hands,
but she's a task master who makes harsh demands.
She tells me she has experiences as an old soul
so I should write what she renders. I've lost control.
She's off on a whim and thinks I can't do without her,
unknowing I write when she's away. To her I demur,
but I've sonnets, verse and Haiku inked from my pen.
If she knew she'd be madder than an old guinea hen!
As i watch you leave
My hands are tied, by ropes you can't see
The rope you let go of.
I am suffering, I can't breathe
I don't have this under control
I don't know what to do
The one who made my life easy
Is no more by my side.
Alone on this boat, you were supposed to help me ride.
There have been days, i've died laughing
There have been days i've wept
There have been nights ,endless.
I miss your smile, the way you caress
Why did you lie? I don't know
You expected flowers from a seed you didn't sow
As I sit down, writing, tears blurring what I see
I can't help but think about what we could be.
But
You needed to leave, it was necessary
I can't stop but tell myself, it's temporary
(mood changes)
I don't want to let you take my mind space
You don't deserve it
You've hurt me in ways, you don't know
The toxicity of your presence, didn't let me grow
Its time to wipe the tears, its time to let go of the rope,
No expectations, no hope.
God said to man "Breathe, Now"
Man said to God "Don't know how"
God replied "I've already shown you, son"
Man sighed "Am I the only one?"
My tool chest is full but my hands are tied
Could've told the truth but instead I lied
My books are worn out but what did I learn?
I smell smoke and fire but what did I burn?
God took a rib from man's side
"This I give to you, but 1st it will hide"
Even though a dam has stopped the flow
I will search for the rib high and low
My mind has all the information I need
To act upright in thought, word, and deed
But until I apply this the way I should
Everything I know is also misunderstood
God said to man "This is the way"
Man said to God "You said that yesterday"
God blessed man with sufficient will
Man walked with God and he was fulfilled
God blessed man again and again
Yet man strayed, much to his chagrin
God put man back on the right road
And gave him the strength to carry his load
As you open your mind,
I listened to each word through my heart.
These are my food for thoughts.
You expect me to react,
I resort to remain in silent.
Does my silence convey my answers?
Upbringing of a girl does not
allow me to share the truth.
From my childhood an unwritten
teaching conveyed to hide feelings
and not to share own thought.
I know the suffering of my unspoken words.
How can I share that every moment of truth with you,
remains in my mind in rest part of the day?
How can I make you believe that
each breath I take,
each word I think,
each moment I enjoy,
each dream I watch,
arrives to me touching your soul?
I wish you could see my mind,
each space is filled with your invisible presence.
Do you understand that my hands are tied?
My feelings are surrounded with social taboo.
Society will defame me, I am afraid.
I can’t speak up my mind.
You will not understand my moments of silence,
that touches your feelings.
And I remain with burnt of unspoken words of mine.
Why Oh Why Oh Me.
Oh why oh why do have so much bad luck
My hands are tied
My feet are stuck
I’d be much better off being Mr Bean
Or Donald duck
Than me
I try so damn hard to move forward
But I always get knocked back
And if the road ahead was paved with gold
I’d fall between a crack
Nothing goes right
Everything goes wrong
I’d come last in my own lookalike completion
And I’m as popular with women
As King Kong
Why me what did I do wrong?
I feel like a caged songbird
Who never had a song
I wanted to be an Eagle
But I'm more like a Beagle
With a very wet nose
I’m fed up and frustrated
Condemned and so underrated
Unwanted just not good enough
A hasbeen an emotional punch bag
A failed comedienne
Without a gag
A sinking ship
A Rat caught in a trap
Ten steps forward a hundred back
An unwanted puppy
Drowning in a sack
A penniless beggar
With an empty cup
Only dark clouds and rain
When I look up
A prisoner on death row waiting to die
With no lookalike
Why oh why me
Cursed at birth
To live a life of misery.
Peter Dome©2019.
I can only slightly breathe again
The strength of your oxygen chokes the air from in me.
I can only slightly defend
Myself from you and you won’t let me be.
I keep trying to run but my feet are concrete.
My legs can’t seem to keep up and my mind won’t shut off.
I keep replaying the nightmare in my mind
And I can’t seem to stop asking how you were that guy.
My hands are tied in knots
I keep trying to get out,
but it hurts a lot.
And I finally feel like I can get free.
And you pull me back in and say
“You can’t live without me. “
I twist my arm free of the rope and out of your grasp.
And I see that
There is this axe
that can set me free.
All it requires is a little reach.
I try to grab it in my hands
And I try to swing
but I honestly don’t know
how to cut down the darn tree.
Flashes of her keep running through my head.
Come out of your shell
Make her comprehend
So I said to myself.
Hold her hands,
Make her understand,
Intermingle her sense
And make her blend.
Let me stand,
Tired of sitting on the fence,
Commence what you intend
And stop all these pretence.
I've been all by myself
In this monologue defense
Tell her how you feel
So I loudly said.
My hands and feet go wet,
Beating on my chest
Saying to myself
That all will be well.
Hence, she firmly said
"I understand your plights
but my hands are tied
Sorry! This is my stand".
i have so much
to say yet
no one will
listen
i have so much
to see yet
no one will
show me
my hands are tied
and my mouth is
glued shut
what a conundrum
how unfortunate
YOU CANNOT BREAK THROUGH
MY PRECIOUS ARMOR
MY HANDS ARE TIED
BEHIND MY BACK
MY LIPS ARE SEALED
AND MY HEART IS BROKEN
HALFWAY BETWEEN HERE AND THERE
I FOUND NOWHERE
AND HELD IT CLOSE
AND KISSED ITS CHEEK
I'VE BEEN GONE
FOR A MILLION YEARS
AND I DON'T THINK I'LL MAKE IT BACK
IN TIME FOR SUNDAY.
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