Padded Poems - Poems about Padded

"Autumn in Padded Beige" Wrongfully writing of This leaf changing Season currently Without knowing or for Yes for no reason for Four walls my eyes Only seize on site of What sight sees Completely Confounded In confined Solitary...

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Build a padded wall around the entire earth. We've become one giant insane asylum. For which there's no cure. While you're at it. Hang a neon vacant eyes sign. For everything has turned into. the deepest shade of blackened-blind... Right has turned into wrong/wrong spliced into right. We've become the galactic idiot-a universal blight. That's what happens when you replace growth....

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Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs Meaning the corporeal complex edifice housing these lovely bones, where linkedin logorrhea ably strives to break out in meaningless song yobble hum hum diddle dee dee and dance courtesy an unexpected burst of energy helped fashion a second rate poem heaving up from deep within the key of Matthew Scott's ideas –...

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"The Padded Soft Cell" Here they cover their mirrors with garlands of poésies to stop billabong reflections pooling through the inmates congratulate each other walking in slow dervish circles Boston-two-stepping backwards ecstatic rituals Anti-clockwise, I told them to change channels when words become mute and mummify themselves in the gadaidja’s interminably terminally blessed loud soapbox sermon music they b**ched their chomping bits about it...

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Torn up mattresses stapled to the walls deafen the sounds of the screaming. I’m talking, talking to the man with no ears, when I look, he’s not really there at all. Coming at me with outstretched arms he squeezes me to death like a half-starved boa, then I wake up, alone. In a lonely room with pillows taped to the walls and...

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I'm defiant like a child that doesn't want the Ritalin Cause a riot cos I'm wild and end up in the bin again Maddened in a pad again but this time padded walls within Halls that spin while crawling in, calling in at 4 again Knocking on the door and then, talking to the floor again Making my way to...

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in this your padded cell of silence you torture me in your straight jacket of neglect I writhe tormented tried from the observation window you look in cold hearted indifferent you take notes of my descent from this padded white room of insanity into hell you torture me wanting to break free I claw I scream straight jacket white now crimson sheened madness extreme I fall to the floor convulsing with the memories of when your arms straightjacketed me... the...

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Soft padded paws stalk Golden eyes glow with knowledge Fade into darkness Darkness eternal Does light exist anymore? Starving corpses wail Hungry light feeding Patterns appear in shadows Soon the world is whole A great hole appears Cycles repeating Fade and back again...

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My sanity has become a nightmare. I feel as I am wondering around lost from all this clutter in my head. My feelings hold me as a straight jacket as my life becomes a padded room. The numbness drugs me so I feel nothing. When you stare at me with pain stricken eyes, I feel...

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(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM) It was a horrible thing that I saw. My girlfriend wears a padded bra. Her chest is flatter than a pancake. It made me mad because her boobs are fake. She got excited when I started to flirt. As she jumped up and down, the falsies came flying out of her shirt. She was so embarrassed that...

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Locked away in the place for the special ones The eccentric, the odd balls, the misfits We rest here We roam here We are our own entire breed When we return to society We cannot assimilate into your pretentious existence So we return We hate it But, we know no other life It is the only place where we fit in The only place we belong We...

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He can drive me crazy Sometimes he is so lazy He is disrespectful and rude Never get enough food He is thirteen A high strung eating machine However He is also my baby boy At night he still sleeps with his stuffed toy So yes sometimes I am lost and scared Cause with a teenager my life is shared But I will do what...

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