No Man's Land

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  • To be set free, but locked away in my own cell of fear

No Man's Land

I sailed into a swallowing storm
Thrown onto some washed up deserted island
It was frighteningly silent; dark
I tried searching for an escape route
But I knew I wouldn't be able to survive the sea

Here, I was shipwrecked on the shore of its tongue 
Sitting under its thumb, watching my every move
Daunting apparitions leaving me restless day in and day out
Making sure I was incapable of leaving
My mind colonized by its manipulative whispers
I was poisoned by the moonlight
Consumed by the crashing waves of what I thought was my peace 
I began to lose my way through the woven trees
My limbs impaled by its branches of broken promises yet, I stayed
I stayed on this wicked paradise crawling my way to learn to love it

I begged the sun to rise again
To make this land glow again
To breathe life into this land again
I made every excuse to try and try and try again
But I wasn't even sure if this land ever had a breath of life in its existence to begin with
This island was dead long before I ever arrived
The dark grey clouds were an overcast hallucinogen 
A siren's song of desperation that tugged at the strings of my low self esteem
I settled on this island shackled to infatuation
A few years alone and ignored, survival becoming the prison of my sanity
The sea I traveled was black for so long until the sun finally began to peek
As I laid feeling defeated, I felt the shimmering rays caress my face
I sat up at the faint echo of a horn
A saving grace passing through in the distance
First sight of hope

It was now or never
MacGyver in the making
I gathered the scrapped wood that staked my heart and the rope that hung me to dry
I tied the fabric that blinded me from reality to see that I had the tools to leave all along
I sailed my ass off and I never looked back

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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No Man's Land 0
Mannequin 0
It's Not Goodbye 1
Inside 1
Behind Closed Doors 1
Inspiration 0
Without You 0
Resuscitated 0
PEMDAS 0
Paralyzed 0
Overboard 0
Crystal 1
Jumper 0
Irreplaceable 0
Inverted 0
Endless Cries 0
Cry Me A River 0
Breathless 0
Daddy, Don't Cry... 0
Written in Blood 0
Jack of All Trades 0
Restless 0
So Close Yet So Far 0
Stand Tall to Fall Short 0
Cut Me Out 0
Everybody's Fool 0
Sosa 0
Drawing the Line 0
Trust 0
Russian Roulette 0
Life or Death 0
This Won't Hurt 0
Glass 0
Caught Up 0
Every Man For Himself 0
Touched 0
My Sweetheart 0
Running Out of Time 0
Red 0
Hunger 2
Cry 0
The Sweet Sin of Seduction 0
Mercy 0
Stuck 0
Vacant 0
Ghost Writer 0
The Girl Who Always Tried 0
My Favorite Two 0
Sweet Lullaby 0
Magnetic 0
1 + 1 = ? 0
GAME OVER! 0
Blessed by the Best 1
Mission: Impossible 0
Breath of Fresh Air 0
Slip of the Tongue 0
Poison 0
Merry Me 0
Fireworks 0
Whiplash 0
Little Moments 0
Speechless 0
Rewind and Pause 1
Wonderful 0
Rush 0
The Best Of What Never Was 0
Wishful Thinking... 2
Premonition 0
Intangible 1
What's Next? 1
The Storm 3
Breathe 1
August Rush 1
Stupidity 1
Hope You're Happy 0
Too Late 0
Falling 0
Pressure 0
Defective 1
Shadow 0
Six Feet Under 0
Weightless 1
Silent Conversation 0
Color Me... 0
Secluded 0
Hold On 0
Skinned 1
No One 0
All Wrong 0
Knowing 0
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A Dream, He Is 0
Day by Day 0
Misunderstood 0
Hidden 2
Whispers 2
Imagine 1
The One 0
Rejection 0
This Guy 1
Heartache Always 1
Behind These Eyes 3
Our Song 1