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Tortured Souls: A Poet And Doesn't Know It

The tortured soul will never let go
When off the tongue the words will roll
At all hours never knowing when inspiration will hit
Thoughts running wild, then bridled with a bit
When ruminating on your bed
Tossing around words that rhyme in your head
All the rights that are wronged
Need to be corrected and not prolonged
So you fight in the

hhow Many Times Did i Try??

Wishes 
Hot air of the mouth
Desires
Baseless notions riddled with doubt

I wait for you
I watch for you
Brave in life, coward in love
Send me a sign
Beacon of life from Above

And so is Below
Where feelings fester and grow
Beneath the surface of something intangible
Beneath the truth is forbidden fruit
Beneath my smile is longing for you
Beneath my joy are desires

Tortured Memories

Memories are fickle things
They seem to love to torture
When you desperately just want to forget
Seems memory's fruitage is an orchard

They can seemingly come from anywhere
But they don't need to be regretted
They should still be remembered fondly
Not bemoaned, erased, or fretted

Because if memories were cheating
No one could be loyal
Just because something comes to mind
Doesn't mean your

A Tortured Poet

 Written on April 19th 2025 for Sara Jama's The Chaos in my Heart Contest

I am wrapped in darkness, crippled by the chaos in my heart.
Swallowing tangled foxgloves of regret, I spiral.
Into a hays of eerie memories of his lemonade lies 
From the distance, the torchbearer calls—
His voice a menacing howl, summoning my soul to

Wailing Edge of Madness

In warmth I lay, the hearth aglow
the winter winds do softly blow
and with the moon’s pale silver light
I sink into the arms of silent night.
the blankets soft the room so still
a peaceful hush a restful thrill.
I close my eyes to dreams I flee
embraced in calm… so blissfully.

But hark—what sound—what eerie cry—
a tremor stirs beneath my

Tortured Feeling Called Moving On

Loving someone new was never so torturous
Moving on but my face is still gray
Reeling at night, smiling in daytime
Desertion from you still haunts my midnight
 
Thought that love would make its grand return
But the lingering sadness over-weigh my fervor wishes
The fleeting feeling of love
But it failed to turn gray into a blue world

Lost Soul

She hated herself there’s no denying that
As God’s favourite chastened child
Bearing the burden of betrayal
And a heavy heart filled with sorrow
In her sombre world 
Where light doesn’t penetrate the walls 
Penalized for her sins 
Waiting for the gallows to pull in 
And bring her dim life story to the end 
A tortured soul never touched

Tortured: Poet and Seasons

i feel tortured in winter, the fog reminds me of good times, 
when my gray world turned to pink
i feel tortured in autumn, a season spent missing someone,  a total love blackout
i feel tortured in summer, a summer meant to be full of love turned to gray
i feel tortured to see rain, it reminds

Tortured Undead

The nightly rattle heard down the hall,
The shadow form of a man stands tall.
The sound of chains strike fear to my heart.
His chance long past, he cannot depart.
Seeking my soul, he desires my fall.

His pain, I can feel, for after all,
He heeded not Heaven's urgent call,
But let his anguished form to impart
The forever torture of

The Chronicles of a Tortured Mind 1 of 10

"Who Am I"



Voices in my head the unheard of
 They mimic, they pester, they lie
  All to just torture my mind

Who Am I...
        Who Am I...

I question I can no longer answer
 They've erased Me, Myself and I
   Changed into the hopeless, heartless, unkind

Who Am

Tortured Poets

For Taylor Swift


Is that what we are?
Tortured Poets
It has a ring
of truth to it
We have a close
relationship to
our emotions,
understand that
life is suffering
as the Buddhists
would contemplate
Interesting that a
Mega Star would
realize this- - - - - 
Get It
It goes to the
depth of her character
She's an enlightened being
that also creates
great Music- - - - - Love It!

Tortured soul

Dear God
What more do 
you want from me 
the Brain You
gave me wants 
me dead
Dear God
I dont Know 
What more to do
I'm tired
I don’t have it
In me anymore 
Dear God
Please just take me
Bring me home
I can’t take
The pain anymore 
Dear God
Do you even 
Exist
I don’t know any more
I don’t feel you 
Like I use to
Dear

Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism

Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism

Psyche wracked with agony
impossible mission to extricate lovely bones
they wanna remain permanently abed.

I chiefly function to amass knowledge
courtesy assiduously, habitually,
and judiciously reading
an eclectic assortment of written material.

Yours truly woke
with ambition, disposition,
inclination, and predilection
to glean from an assortment
of books esoteric learning
since... birth, but particularly
when experiencing emerging adulthood
about two score years ago.

Feeble attempt

THE HEARTLESS PLOT

Interrogated, tortured
And killed (dissolved in acid)
Just the way
The  Government had willed and ordered.
An oppositional voice
Finally stilled.
On the home soil
His blood was spilled.
Exposing the cruelty of our government
And their sick agents
Who hatched such a heartless plot.

Her Tortured Soul

Ephesians 2:8 For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:


In the quest for answers – she trembles,
Will God accept or reject her?
Her heart doubts, worries, dreads…

Will darkness surround her when she leaves,
This world behind, a carving in time.
Is she headed to the wonder of

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