Freestyle Poems
Break The Chains
by Joanne Lee Macdermott
Wait a second, am I trapped, chained to my own disillusion? Every day I awaken and create the same conclusion.
How is it that I can not stop this routine from repeating? For in my heart I can see it's my truth I'm defeating.
Chained to my ego...Its still got a hold of me. The more I try to escape...the more it grasp me.
Tried to fight it, but sinking in quick sand. My personality follows and willingly takes it's hand.
The addiction it consumes me and brings me no peace. I strive for perfection, on the outside at least.
For what is it I am hiding, what will I not let them see? Need to dig deep for I hold the key.
Chained to my ego...Its still got a hold of me. The more I try to escape...the more it grasp me.
Control is overwhelming find it hard to breathe. But to far I have travelled to let this take me.
This prison I created to hide behind the walls. The fear of being criticized began when I was small.
So now I cling to the pursuit of perfection, lost in the haze of blurred deception.
......
shatter
by Sam Cain
I don't think you've ever seen
or noticed
the way your hair fluffs in the afternoon breeze
stray pieces wandering
like little fairies
sparkling and bouncing in gold
embraced by the rays of
the dying sun
I now realize
......
shatter
by Sam Cain
I don't think you've ever seen
or noticed
the way your hair fluffs in the afternoon breeze
stray pieces wandering
like little fairies
sparkling and bouncing in gold
embraced by the rays of
the dying sun
I now realize
......
Break The Chains
by Joanne Lee Macdermott
Wait a second, am I trapped, chained to my own disillusion? Every day I awaken and create the same conclusion.
How is it that I can not stop this routine from repeating? For in my heart I can see it's my truth I'm defeating.
Chained to my ego...Its still got a hold of me. The more I try to escape...the more it grasp me.
Tried to fight it, but sinking in quick sand. My personality follows and willingly takes it's hand.
The addiction it consumes me and brings me no peace. I strive for perfection, on the outside at least.
For what is it I am hiding, what will I not let them see? Need to dig deep for I hold the key.
Chained to my ego...Its still got a hold of me. The more I try to escape...the more it grasp me.
Control is overwhelming find it hard to breathe. But to far I have travelled to let this take me.
This prison I created to hide behind the walls. The fear of being criticized began when I was small.
So now I cling to the pursuit of perfection, lost in the haze of blurred deception.
......
