Miraquill
Forged
I was comfortablely numb
Surrounded by forged walls
No escape plan was needed
Yet you dismantled my walls
Saved me from myself and
All my anxious delusions
©bclark2681
#noescape
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bclark2681
23w
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tanglesss
31w
Read MoreOn you, she can be crazy, she can be hurted but unlove is not in her hands!
#samefeelings #sameme #insaneme #merijaan #mylifeline #amakhi #ameen #wish #love #itiswhatitis #lostsoul #lostme #noescape #noneDil ki baat
Ae dil tu kyu use galat nhi maan sakta
Kabhi to mera bhi saga hoke dekh
©tanglesssPhoto By Tom Swinnen on Unsplash12 0
absynth
72w
Read MoreSome rhyme to the rescue...
#snowscape #noescape #personification #spectatorsofdoom #littlebylittle #disaster #wod #victoryc @writersbay
#writersofmirakee #mirakee #mirakeeRoar #pod #readwriteunite #wordporn #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #mirakeeapp #writers_paradise #writers_together #mirakeepost #mirakeefamily #mirakinity_mibe #writersunited #writersbureauS(no)w (e)scape
Rumble rumble rumble!
The avalanche is coming.
Tumble tumble tumble!
Emotions start cartwheeling.
Grumble grumble grumble!
As promises start trailing.
Trouble trouble trouble!
Forevers are crumbling.
Fumble fumble fumble!
With words that are no longer healing.
A jumble jumble jumble!
This labyrinth of feelings.
Bubbles bubbles bubbles!
Only growing bigger and never popping.
Shuffle shuffle shuffle!
Through this playlist of memories unending.
Labels labels labels!
Of the stubborn past never peeling.
Humble humble humble!
Once were this love's beginnings.
So simple simple simple!
Till expectations started barging.
Subtle subtle subtle!
Were the mixed signals hearts were receiving.
Little by little by little
The cold started encroaching.
Icicles icicles icicles!
Grew thicker with each misunderstanding.
Battles battles battles!
Where every victory was a losing.
Sweet sweet truffle!
Too frosty for the feasting.
Happy happy couple!
Too enamored to heed the warnings.
Amidst the scuffles and ruffles
Balls of hatred started snowballing.
Futile hustle bustle
As frostbite started settling.
Love in shambles shambles shambles!
And a silent spectator to disaster incoming.
Finally gobble gobble gobble!
The avalanche devoured hearts like dumplings.
©absynth41 20 13
- absynth @lovethatneverfades yes they were in demand so had to manufacture some :)
- absynth @artsyy thank you so much, I'm grateful.
- lovenotes_from_carolyn Despite what was actually going on, this was such an exciting and adventurous read, due to the poetically pleasing way in which you penned it! Enjoyed to the max!
- absynth @lovenotes_from_carolyn thank you. Some sweet rhyme to swallow the bitter pill.
- lovenotes_from_carolyn Works every time!
jodi_writes
93w
Read More©jodi_writes
©jeanniesdaughter
@jodi_writes
#fightingformylife
#discoveringme
#noescape
#angst
#depression
#anxiety
#journey
#authentic
#hollowness
#darkness
#emotions
#scars
#pain
#bleedingwords
#poetryfromtheheart
#poetryfromthesoul
#poetry
#writingismyfreedom
#inlovewithwords
#writingmypainaway
#heartacheI had to let go of a lot of things in my life
In the process I let go of me
I've been on a journey to discover the authentic me that I lost by my own doing. The me that was strong in my belief of who I was. The me who believed in believing.
Digging deep within myself has brought me relentless pain
Searching through the hollowness of my life has left me with a aching numbness that is pulling me down to my own darkness which I've created.
This darkness kept me protected, or so I thought
The darkness kept the facade alive
Peeling through layers upon layers of all the emotions I so desperately tried to ignore led me to a place of angst
I will not escape without more scars
Fighting for my life against the darkness
©jodi_writes13 0 1
queenofhearts1491
119w
Muted Horror
"White is Black and Black is White"
Blank ... empty ... numb ... I am waking up from an ear-splitting silence, returning from no man's land. I am surrounded by an unbearable white noise that seems to kill off everything that approaches me. I try to focus. My body is aching, every muscle is in burning pain. Still I have to be brave, I have to move, escape my silent prison ... but I can't. Something is holding me back like an invincible force.
How is this possible?
I try to open my eyes, every millimeter is a battle, a war against agony and gravity but I have to face it. Suddenly a heavy pain hits me as I am blinded by a bright glistening white light. I am struggeling to stay strong, to hold on ... but I can't and my eyes fall back into darkness.
I can't stay here like this, I have to brace myself for this barbarous sharp pain and open my eyes again. It is the only way. Silent screams escape my lips as my eyes are torn apart by the light. Tears start running down my cheeks but I have to bear it, I have to stay strong. So I lie and wait until my eyes come back to life ...
Glancing at the ceiling ... white. Trying to move my head a little bit but my brain is muted by pain again. Staring at the walls ... white.
Am I in heaven?
Am I dead?
I doubt they would pin me down to my bed over there. My arms and legs are tied up with some strong leather straps bound by heavy iron buckles, making my hands and my feet feel numb. I can't move a finger or a toe.
What happened to me?
Where am I?
And how did I get here?
So many questions are running through my head but my brain still feels like a vacuum. Think ... Focus ... What are the last things I can remember?
I see myself walking down a lonely avenue. There is no one around, no house, no car, not even a bird is singing. The road is dusty and every step I take, sparks a little cloud of filth over the ground. The air feels hot and heavy, it is hard to breathe. I keep going, not remembering what was my destination anyway. And then there it is ... A small house.
At first I think it to be an illusion, that the heat has made my brain weak, but the closer I step, the more real it becomes. It looks very shabby, some windows are broken, many roof tiles have fallen off, the walls are covered in dirt. This house must have been abandoned for many years already.
As I am stepping closer no sound can be heard. I guess I am all by myself out here. Walking around the house, peeking through the shattered windows ... Nothing. I am about to leave when I am struck by surprise and horror at the same time. There it is ... A totally surreal yet fascinating scene.
A pair of lovers, a woman and a man I guess, standing in one of the rooms. He is dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, looking formal, stern, intimidating. She is wearing a red dress with some pieces of white lace, leaving her arms bare and vulnerable, looking pretty, delicate, fragile. The man is holding her in a tight embrace while they are united in an innocent kiss. He seems to be in a dominant position as the woman is leaning her head upwards to meet his lips. Together they look like the metaphor of a merge of love and death, completely lost in each other.
Still this bizarre scene leaves me struck by horror and disgust. Their faces are covered with a white scarf, erasing their individuality, stealing their humanity, turning romance into perversion. Like two contrary forces being confronted, the closeness through love and the impossibility to communicate. Everything is muted, there is no intimacy, just a blank space.
Maybe the woman has been kidnapped and is forced to be here.
Maybe this is part of some cult's sick ritual.
What is happening here?
Should I save her?
I continue to observe the scene, unable to look away. No movement is visible, no breathing, no heartbeat.
Am I going mad?
Is this even real?
Maybe it's a statue, a piece of art that someone has forgotten over here a long time ago.
Wait ... Did the man just shake a little?
He is slowly moving his head towards the window. I am terrified, there is nothing but white emptiness. No eyes, no nose, no lips, no ears, all senses muted, no face can be seen. I try to scream but my voice gets stuck in my throat, unable to be released. Panic is rising ... My heart is racing ... I am breathing heavily ... I can't move ... I am doomed.
The world around me starts spinning in circles and everything turns black. Then I must have passed out because the next thing I remember, is waking up in this room.
Black turned into White
I am lost in my memories, still trying to put the pieces together, when I hear the noise of cracking locks being opened and footsteps getting closer. I am trying to move my head but there is no one to be seen and everything around me is falling silent again. Maybe I was hallucinating.
Time keeps passing by without a trace of hope and I am sure that my mind is playing tricks on me ...
Until a familiar whitened face appears in front of me, Once again I am struck by horror, fear and panic are washing over me in huge waves. I try to move but there is no way to escape. The face shows a silent and merciless laughter. His invisible mouth wide open, turning into an endless white void.
He is moving closer to my face and my screams are muted by my own voice. I can't get away. He is pulling out another white scarf, getting closer ... Closer ... Closer ... Touching my face ... It is too late ...
©queenofhearts149115 0 1
alxita
121w
Read More-- Peninsula --
Why am I stranded in this piece of land?
To which there's only one way from there, nowhere to go
As if it's a dead-end, surrounded by deadly strands
Impassable, as it treats trespassers like foes
Oh, wonderful shadows of black and gray
Was I too foolish to be met with sun rays?
Am I so unusual to be here, from then on?
You ask for solitude, as if I should begone
My body of ineptitude wants to do so anyway
But you leave me no choice, but to go back, astray
No other way to surpass, I'm blocked off
In this peninsula of life, I fly back like the moths
#poetry #deepthoughts #peninsula #nowhere #noescape #deadend #life #obstacles
Poem no. 18
Apr. 10, 2020, 5:37 PM (GMT+8)Peninsula
"My body of ineptitude wants to do so anyway, but you leave no choice, but to go back, astray"
©alxita14 1 1
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depictedprophet
136w
My fridge.
My fridge rattles, it gnaws at my patience.
It's a good fridge but it's fucking rattling.
Enrages me.
I try everything to make it stop. Leaning things against it, wedging stuff beneath it. Filled or empty, the rattles do not cease. If I touch it, they stop. I can not sleep. I hold myself back from destroying it. I notice its rattles only at night. To taunt at me. It's a good fridge. But at night the rattles madden me.
©depictedprophet1 0
No Escape
We move places to free ourselves from all our problems. But there is one thing everyone forgets.....we can't escape from our problems. Our problems follow us everywhere we go. We can't escape from them. There is no escape. All we can do is let it be and forget about it.....
©hanza42909 0
No Escape
We move place to free ourselves from all our problems. But there is one thing everyone forgets......we can't escape from them. There is no escape. All we can do is let it be and forget about it.
@hanza42907 1
dandysdrama
155w
True loneliness is...
Desperately searching
Through infomercials
And old sitcoms at 2am
Because the silence of your bed
Is deafening.
True loneliness is...
when the dreams inside your head
Are muddled by your heart
And are just too painful
For you to fall asleep.
True loneliness is...
Remembering the good times
And then being gutted by the truth
That now they are gone,
Never to be seen,
Never to be heard,
Never to be felt,
Ever again.3 1
anthonyhanible 158w
No Escape
Life
This feel like handcuffs
Life
From the sky
To the ground
The earth
Is like a prison
No Escape
Unless you die
And
Nobody wants to really do that
©hanibletheone17 0
whispereddreams
159w
*Hard work*
There is no pretty picture of hard work.
©whispereddreams121 6 6
- vandanza amazing! Will check on Instagram but only when I set up acct there! Best,
- whispereddreams @irshaad Yes, absolutely. And that's going to be the most pretty picture you've ever had :)
- ishika_0125 Very true
When Love can change,
Can't hate also change?
©freeslave4 2
- alexknight25 I think it depends which of them is stronger
- freeslave I think it depends on the peoples minds and how open they are to new sides
When I use to escape my nightmarish reality in my sleep, now the nightmares follow me there. Now where am I suppose to get peace....Death.
©serenachapters10 0 1
MEMORIES
You Will Never Hold Onto Something The Way You Hold On To Bad Memories
©mahi_rambles32 3
befreeexpressions
173w
NO ESCAPE
The nighttime breaks me
My problems wanna wake me
These demons try to take me
Responsability acadamy
Got me studying reality
Ain't schooled in psychology
My soul is slowly breaking
There's really no escaping
Thoughts that try to rape me
The nighttime breaks me
My problems wanna wake me
These demons try to take me
©befreeexpressions
