*To be revised*
I write about the hermit man
He often takes me by the hand.
Lost to gravity a fan falls
The same one I use to navigate the wind.
Pushed me forwards never touching my body.
Motivated a will to resurrect forgotten seeds of hope
Planted for days when there are more downs than ups.
This son of a mother pulled out the brazen sun – shed the waning Luna
Roused the Apollo within
stumbled about -gaze upwards until
in sight caught winged creatures
Caught a glimpse of the emotion of flying free.
The knowledge found in a bare, withered tree
Stem cell life.
Presumed the creature lived in my shadow
Turns out it had a growth spurt in
An external effort to shirk off the title of the saviour’s chosen one.
He who wears the hallow
Crucified by the unsynchronised dubbed over mouths
Pitched sounds out a smoke effect bellow.
Can I get a score?
Few get to see his fallen wings
Unless preparation sees an alternative
look to familiar skin.
That ole devil called love
Billie holiday thanks for the speckled dove.
Highs & lows
hi’s and by’es
High light
at what remains
A pint of Bitter froth decomposed lost in the train of thoughts.
How the sun shine when it comes out.
blossom in spite of mood.
Life
you
I
we
Aren’t vapid merely short-sighted when grey-bearded clouds appear
stubbled by the 5 o clock shadow
Stunted by growth paradigm
tuned into that dark cosmos we know is responsible for feeling so dim.
A connection to a reflection of original purity to contrast moments we believe we don’t deserve to move forward.
Clandestine cloaks conceal our original sin.
This ongoing duet I sing with a feminine hymn
scintillates my belly until I feel the fire lit again from within.
Just a few words
20 responses to “Trapped”
Great Written
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thank you for reading and commenting — It means a lot to me 🙂
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I love your words. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you Bradley.
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At some point, we all feel trapped and want to toss away the strictures and find our desires in the quagmire. Lovely thoughts.
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I have found a way to feel less trapped. Let it go. Let it go. 😀
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Amazing, Kisses and hugs
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Thank you – u too are amazing!
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Thanks daisy
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Daisy you’re writing is amazing, you have a unique flair and style which utterly draws me in everytime. I just wish you didn’t have the crappy underlying emotions that lie beneath your beautiful writing. I really feel for you so please accept this huge cyber hug Xx B.E aka queen bee 💜💙
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Hey my Queen Bee -thanks for making me feel special. II am feeling the huggs xxxx I’m getting out of this slump and my new mantra- is ‘let it go’ let it go
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I don’t care what the people say let the storm rage on, the cold never bothered us anyway 😉 LET IT BLOODY GO XXxx You’re awesome. Never forget that x QB
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YES! YES! Let them burn even ha ha h ha xxx Flames never bothered me anyway 😉 . I have been listeing to too many Frozen parodies today
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Excellent writing, Daisy! Hugs! ❤
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T Y Babs – hugs are defo welcome on my side x
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More…. HUGS!!!<3
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I love how deep and honest your writing is. I feel like everyone feels trapped sometimes.
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Thanks for reading. One of those days….. 🙂 xxx
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Nice one…………….
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T Y 🙂
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