Poems about stuck

Half of the time we are here,
The other half we are behind
The dashes on the clock that's
Ten minutes late,
Or maybe an hour or
A few years,
We are trapped in between the
Has been and happening and it is
So hard to figure out which to
Live in.

Your wings
Are made
Of a spectrum of grey
There's not much to say
Except words you don't wanna hear

You were always so gentle
Even when you flew away
Even when i wanted you back
Even when you couldn't stay

Your kiss
So sweet
Like toffee
And lipstick
I missed it
I wish that
You were here

I act like
You weren't what
I saw you
To be my brain
So why does
It still hurt
Like my heart
Trapped in tracks
Run over
By one thousand trains

Why would i
Do it all again
If i could
Have you again?

I'm stuck between a daisy and rose
Both I hold dear in heart what do you propose?
I feel like Adam in the garden of Eden
Picking a flower for Eve which one should I leave?

Margarita and Rosa mi favorito en las mundo
Spanish is kinda cool though
Now back to the poem

In a world full of so many, who can you choose?
I choose my words well and try never to be wrong but one disapproves
But the other is enthused

I know what you're thinking
If she agrees she's probably the one right? Wrong
Heard it once being sang in a song
"If she disapproves she can make you strong"

But then again its just a song
I always try to structure my poems, but in this case
All they gave me was a pen and a Pad

Stuck in a car
Each seat full
Music blasting in my ears
My attempt at drowning
Their cheerful words
And irritating laughs
The world moves on by
While they talk aimlessly
Smothering me in smiles
I stare at the road
Wishing to touch it
Then then say his name.
I'm no longer suffocating
I feel naked. Vulnerable. Exposed.
They throw his name back and forth
Battering me
The music stops.
The car stops.
The world stops.
I jump out leaving them behind
With his name
Still swirling round and round

LITTLE GIRL GO AWAY GO AND FLY FAR AWAY FROM THIS LONELY
PLACE.
SOMEWHERE NO ONE
CAN HURT
YOU OR BRING YOU DOWN TO THE DEPTHS OF THIS
SCARY PLACE. QUICK WHILE YOU STILL HAVE TIME YOU DON'T WANT TO END UP LIKE ME.
DOWN HERE WHILE
MY DEMONS TEAR ME APART.

My mother thinks I'm not myself with her anymore (because I'm not, and how could I be? ). I don't miss the child who danced in department stores, caught caramels from July 4th floats. I am not her, and she is not me. Her sparkling smile has lapsed away, eroded into the sexiness I attempt to allude now. As if being fuckable was something more enriching. At twenty, I'm smaller than I ever was before. Weaker, even, because of my smallness. I've been gripping onto the edge of the daily routine, and felt my palms ache at the attempt. My hands burn, rope cuts skin. I'm forgetting what's within now. A certain strength I could muster at one time has all but left me with a wet kiss on the cheek. Life sneers Try again later, sweet heart. Test your luck one more time...

Been sitting here for so long
Nothing ever changes
I sit here in front of this screen
And lose myself or who I use to be.

I remember the first time I seen
A computer an OLD IBM
Didn't have a clue what it was or what it did
It was sitting in a closet at my ex-boyfriends
I was like Who? What? WOW!

I plugged it in
Not knowing a thing
And that was back in 1903

Now I know it far to well
Its an addiction without the high
I've hit the end of the internet twice.

Take me back to the
Who? What WOW!
If I could change that day
In the closet is where it'd
Stay!!!

Where for out thou lunatic
I used to know me well
I was once sane you know
This you could seemingly
Tell.
Was it a bang, a bang upon my head
Or was it something somebody had cruelly said.
What was the trigger that tipped me
Over the point of no return
Was it the knowledge that I never had to learn
Still looking for different ways to openly self harm
Me and my mate Shakespeare living in the funny farm.