#escape

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  • bright_as_the_stars 8h

    For a prompt about how #numbness can be expressed. What do you think about it? It's pretty short! #body #detached #unfeeling #deadened #unappealing #trying #healing #escape #feeling #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #pod #poems #poetry #writer #words

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    Numbness

    Body detached, unfeeling
    No way to understand, concealing.
    This heat or chill deadened
    Unable to relate - unappealing.
    Trying to breathe for healing,
    But you can't escape this lack of feeling.
    ©bright_as_the_stars

  • corneal64 1d

    Let's Run Away

    You know
    I think we should run away
    Let's go somewhere
    far away from here
    Away from everyone we know
    Let's go somewhere
    where no one knows us
    Where no one's gonna
    tell us what to do
    Where we can be free
    Where we can be happy
    Let's start all over again
    Let's be young and free
    Let's not look back
    Just let it be
    We can stare at the ocean
    Or sail the seven seas
    All I need is you
    and my spanish guitar
    The favorite part of me
    We can sing all day
    And dance at the beach
    under the light
    of a thousand stars
    Just come with me
    Let's run away
    And leave all these behind
    And never look back
    Cause I've got you
    And you've got me

    ©corneal64

  • dunspoken 1d

    Two puffs

    In this starless night
    Evanescent hope
    The darkest hours
    Soul drugged to elope
    Solitude becomes
    A dreadful rape
    Roll one down
    Two puffs to escape.

    Billion houses
    Provide home to none
    Expecting a prodigy
    Reality's no fun
    As world slows down
    Hate decrease
    Lost in the smoke
    Two more puffs to peace

    Crave for a death
    Lasting for some days
    Revive to somewhere
    Away from their gaze
    Happy end
    A phantasm I foresee
    Two puffs more
    The hash sets me free
    ©dunspoken

  • froste_bite 1d

    I can see the scars scattered across the skin of your arms, but I fail to understand why they're there.

    ©froste_bite

  • wiredweirdly 2d

    It's strange how my feelings always
    find a way to the real world
    through spilled ink
    when no expressions of mine gave them way
    to escape the pit of my dark soul.
    ©wiredweirdly

  • mis_fit_judy 3d

    Blood Ink Gushing Through Her Veins..
    She Writes About Her Pain !
    Tides Of Anxiety,
    Waves Of Loneliness,
    Swirling Her Mind Upside - Down,
    Negativity Crossing All Words..

    Is It The First Time ? ( NO )
    Is It For The Last Time ? ( Maybe Still NO )

    Her Wandering Heart Wants A Break....
    Pouring Out All Of Her Worries,
    Where She Would Feel That Death Is Not The Only Escape !

    Endless Road,
    The Creepy Nights..
    Seems Better Than Certain Faces !!

    A Walk Out Of Reality,
    Or A Hiding Door !
    Thunders Are All She Witnesses,
    Peace Is What She Demands !



    ©mis_fit_judy

  • pthayna_anteona 3d

    Escape

    I miss the time when you were the escape to all my problems.


    ©pthayna_anteona

  • journalofbrokendreams 4d

    Hot soup

    July 15th

    I wake up to pain early again. I wanted to sleep later my body didn't want the rest. As I used the bathroom burning was felt I knew the infection hasn't went away. Now I have a burn on my skin and in liquid I was afraid it'd ruin my dad's day. Fighting the pain we went to the mountains after seeing my useless brother. I love him he abuses my father's love even though his smile tries to change my mind.

    I felt happiness again as wind whipped through my hair my thumbs were soar while my palms sweat. Then my hands gripped the handlebars as dust filled the air behind my father and I. We road high into the mountains I was too afraid to drive that is why I was on the back of my father's machine. After a great day my eyes closed as we made our journey home.

    Sirens filled my ears as I saw a stretcher moving a body into an ambulance. It looked like a nasty crash. I envisioned my body on that stretcher not wanting to breath. I hoped my oxygen mask failed letting me slip into the arms of my mother.

    We got home snapping me into reality I started to puke I was sure what brought this foul taste to my mouth. I helped put everything away grabbing my blistered skin feeling puss leak onto my fingers. Soup once was there biting my skin letting me know I was alive. Now I look at it and cry. Just like the tears gather in my eyes as I think about my hands snapping leaving me unable to write.

    This was a simple task write every day to see how you feel. Use this therapy you have a gift. I don't know if it helps, but I want to do it I enjoy my thumbs tapping the black letters. I share more stories for everyone else my mind keeps going to the soup. I tell everyone it was an accident if that was true I wouldn't have let it stay on my skin.

  • kinky_eskimo 5d

    I don't belong indoors
    Boxed in by four walls
    Feels like I'm being crushed
    Not for me at all
    So one night I took leave
    You swore I couldn't
    With the rain pouring down
    You thought I wouldn't
    My dear how you were wrong
    Summoned by this storm
    I pried free from your grasp
    Ran straight out the door
    You may think I wander
    But this is my home
    I will follow the rain
    I'm never alone

    ©kinky_eskimo

    @writersnetwork #peachespoetry #pod #poetry #rhyme #meter #rain #storm #relationship #freedom #escape #home

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    I don't belong indoors
    Boxed in by four walls
    Feels like I'm being crushed
    Not for me at all
    So one night I took leave
    You swore I couldn't
    With the rain pouring down
    You thought I wouldn't
    My dear how you were wrong
    Summoned by this storm
    I pried free from your grasp
    Ran straight out the door
    You may think I wander
    But this is my home
    I will follow the rain
    I'm never alone

    ©kinky_eskimo

  • deepnights 5d

    Music is escape...

    You are the peace in me,
    you are the feel in me,
    from all the confusion in this world,
    you are the heal in me.
    ©deepnights

  • journalofbrokendreams 1w

    I just want to write

    I feel alone again. My eyes are tired but my brain is not. I'm always fighting my way through the day keeping the tears in their spot. My throat screams wanting to let my pain show I will not let them escape onto my skin to show that I broke again. Memories fill my brain as the image of scissors slicing across my skin not cutting deep enough. Help was needed I screamed it out the noise was not heard.
    Take this pill every day at this time to feel better, but it will make you hungry, angry, tired, and much more plus it may not even work. A guinea pig is what you need to be to go through that just test all the pills in tell the right one is found right? Time is not abundant when you feel this pain you just want it fixed right away. Pain escapes when I watch blood run down my skin gathering in a puddle on the ground that's not what I want.
    Happiness that what needs to be found. When I was a child I was happy laughter found it way out of my mouth except 10 years later it won't escape my lips. They stay shut tightly because I'm afraid if I let the joy out it won't come back. So again I sit and dream about being happy wishing to be like a little kid to go back in time. Held in my mother's arms I would be happy prtocted by her body nothing harmful could touch us.
    ©journalofbrokendreams

  • butterbeer 1w

    Escape

    Is it wrong that I want to escape from the boredom of my life?
    To runaway from the daily routine into some magical chaos,
    Or from the messy chaos to a calm space,
    Is it wrong that I seek for adventures, fun in this monotonous life?
    That I long once for life to an become a heedless fiction.
    The tedious existence is soul breaking,
    Instead of doing the same things everyday,
    I'd live just for one thrilling escapade.
    Maybe I'm wrong for expecting too much,
    But without belief life will always be colourless regime.
    ©sakshishinde

  • sweedle 1w

    "Don't talk to strangers " was what my mom used to tell me. She said it today too but it fell on my deaf ears. And now I can feel those words mocking at me, bit by bit.

    I should have really listened to mom.
    I lied to her by saying that I'm going out to play. In fact, I was heading to the old dilapidated building a few blocks away, just to have a look at it ...... alone. It was foolish.Maybe dangerous too ...I know but the rebel inside of me compelled me not to think so much about it. The darkness seemed so tempting yet so mysterious.
    It was fun until my eyes fell on him.

     And there he stood. The bad man everyone talked about. With his coat creased, a fat cigar between his lips and those hungry beady eyes, he resembled the big bad wolf and me, the stupid red riding hood.

    My mind screamed at me to run but I just stood there watching him walk towards me in slow calculated steps. He held out his hand and offered me some candy. I took it but didn't eat it yet. Uttering some sugary words he lured me inside, holding my hand in a tight grasp. And I don't know what happened next but the world went black. Or maybe because I was knocked out cold.

    Next morning I awoke in in the attic, tied to an old stringy bed with chains. Rust particles had gathered on the bed poles, the chains, and even the door hinges. The windows seemed to be nailed shut and a weird musky odor hung in the air. I could hear him climbing the stairs,approaching closer to where I was sitting. His heavy boots scuffed the hard wooden floor in loud thumps that made my heart beat faster by every passing minute. I don't know if I was ever this scared before.  He stood at the doorway,staring at me as if I'm his new found toy.  His hands held a jug and a steel tumbler.

    "Are you thirsty?" He asked gruffly. I chose to keep quiet. This seemed to annoy him. He trudged even closer and I could see him looking at me with disgust.

    " I said, are you thirsty?"  He spoke louder.
    I shook my head.

    He placed he jug and tumbler on the small table close to the bed and sat next to me.

    " Don't worry. I'll take care of you, you will make new friends. ......at the graveyard." He smirked and my heart dropped in my throat. I started to cry. He raised his hand to touch my cheek but I pushed it away. His smiled turned into an ugly sneer and he raised it again, this time higher to hit my face. I closed my eyes waiting for that stinging burn of that slap. But i felt nothing. Loud footsteps rambled along the staircase and in no time we were facing a group of angry cops, who were pointing guns at him and ordering him to surrender. He began to laugh at them and held my hand in an icy grip. No sooner one of the cops pulled the trigger and shot him down.

     Bang bang. He fell on the ground.

    Soon the cops pulled away from his body and began to talk to me but I still chose to keep quiet. I kept staring at the jug. The chief carried it in his hands and looked at me.

    " Wake up! " And he splashed icy cold water on my face.I woke up and found myself staring at my mom's face in confusion. I looked around and realised I was in my own bed.

    "Wake up silly girl! It's time for school" she pointed her finger to the wall clock and left the room, muttering to herself.

    A copy of Stephen king's Nightmares and Dreamscapes was lying on the floor with the pages fluttering along with the sway of wind . I picked it up and flung it under my bed in frustration.


    I don't know about looks , but words CAN kill as well .




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    My little escape

    © Sweedle

  • lana_lee 1w

    You can be busy,
    And burn yourself out
    To drown out your
    Troubling thoughts;
    But I've learned that
    Just being busy
    Doesn't silence
    The cry for peace.

    ©lana_lee

  • universilje 1w

    Fearless

    You where.
    Fearless.
    Remember it blew you away, nothing could keep you grounded.
    You're fierce mind refused to stop.
    You where in the fast lane.
    You wanted it all or nothing.
    You needed the rush to curse through you're insatiable lungs.
    You're flushing cheeks sett a deep crimson as you dived further, further into oblivion.
    You're drug of choice love.
    Whatever presented its fluffy pink cloud as love, you bit into it, carelessly.
    You're high was always on, never off.
    Candy floss rotted within but shimmered on the outside.
    The joy ride of you're life had to stop smack you awake hard enough, to crease the desperate fake smile of you're face, look at yourself in the mirror, really look.
    It had to smack you awake.
    Wide open eyes to see behind the velvet red mirage of "love".
    Love is not pain.

    I still am in concussion from that smack.
    But,
    I am gripping onto the truth that I am still, fearless.
    ©universilje

  • dedenc58 1w

    You escape me ~

    ©dedenc58

  • cringclang 1w

    Reading bad news left and right, wonderin' if the world can still be bright...someday

    #reality #humanity #escape #thoughts #writersnetwork

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    Thousand of thoughts in her mind,
    Full of "buts and ifs" inside.
    Thinking to escape reality,
    For darkness is all she can see.
    "Run" her brain says,
    Yet heart whispers "save humanity".

    ©cringclang

  • zedie__ 1w

    Coward

    I want to escape from this noisy crowd ,
    And their judgemental face
    I want to escape from every day poverty,
    And their money management
    I want to escape from mean talk,
    And my guiltiness to the honesty
    I want to escape from the pollution,
    And the pollution I make
    I want to escape from embarrassment ,
    And my sensitivity
    I want to escape from evil which I follow ,
    And ignorance which I chose
    I want to escape from the fear in life,
    And the will to live
    ©zedie__

  • kekeloves 1w

    Not Every Cinderella Story

    Head banging, blood gashing, pain all over my body. How did it become this when I did everything he wanted. I lied, I ran, I lost all the weight I can. He says he isn't satified, but I give him everything he wants. I cook, I clean, I suck his dick everytime he is in need. So what it is about me, that I can't get the hint. Midnight tics tocs in, I ask him where he has been. 12:01 hits the clock on the dock and my body is on the floor. He says he is sorry and he says he loves me. My friend ask me why I don't go and I answer with the silly story of them all. I guess this is my cinderella story, after all he loves me.
    ©weme2152
    Karryana Wieprecht

  • unekha 1w

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    A beautiful writing by Instagram writer @rachel_vincent17

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    let us fall once
    if we desire to fly.
    let us unfold the mystery
    and search for the limit
    to break our shells
    and bring out the wild.
    let us hunt the track
    and find a way to know
    how far the dark goes.
    we will then win the light soon
    the territories from all around
    will come to join our songs
    as we lead the horde
    with melody of glorious howl.
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