Oubliette Poems - Poems about Oubliette

Simmering unquiet mind. The dark hole it has to find. Fear of being me, at war with the ‘other’ constantly! The blood bleeds just the same. The pain always seems to remain. For what can’t it let free? What the hell is wrong with me? Noises in the night. Hair stands in some kind of fright! Dreams I...

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In time my senses came to terms With such medieval justice, And found the hole they cast me in Accustomed to my taste. I’d made myself a tidy home, Proclaimed myself Augustus. Content within my realm of stone, All memories erased....

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My companion is confusion There are demons to be fought. They reside inside my mind, Messing with my thoughts. I try not to listen But they whisper in my ear, They tell me awful, awful things While laughing at my fear. I was given medication, Saying it would help, but yet My mind is still imprisoned In this mental oubliette. Entry for The I Of The Storm Poetry...

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from the oubliette far down in the lonely ground the sound of weeping out of sight, but not of mind drown out the echoes with wine by Gail...

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Calligraphic psyche in a delicately expressed avalanche; Addressed to whom it may concern in a note, carte blanche. Four walls house the sweet suicide, boxing floor to ceilings; Heavy pen seeking solace, in the paper basket of crumpled feelings. Woven casket of emotions, burning in the fire of memoirs' curse; Heart bleeding in the small print, upon his white board's...

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Like the deepest darkest chamber Way below the castle wall There’s no one to see the teardrops There’s no one to hear you call High above a light is shining Is that laughter you can hear People talking, people playing While you’re trembling with fear Though the cell is non existent You have only you to blame There’s no lock, there are no bars But it...

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If the day comes that I shall write no more not aTo exist as ordinary.ble to canvas visual fantasies of my soul. On that day! I shall be ousted as an artist....

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