Trapped - Blog Posts

Water spirits of the drowned living in a haunted lake. Trapped underwater forever.

Aesthetic: Bear Trap

The slightest shift of pressure, a brief moment to think ‘oh shit’, before steel jaws slam shut against skin and bone and muscle and sinew.

A flash of unbearable agony as the excruciating pain starts, as they stumble and fall to one knee, as fingers hover over razor-sharp edges and breathing grows shallow.

Maybe they’re running from something, from whatever the trap was meant for.

Maybe they’re running from someone, a glinting smirk as footsteps slow to a casual saunter.

Fingers yanking fruitlessly at spring-coiled metal, low sobs, frequent glances over their shoulder to track their enemy getting closer and closer and closer.

Trapped like prey.

Okay. I know consent is a big deal. So here, I consent to unwillingly be drugged like this! Problem solved!

throughout the quarantine I never felt more trapped than today.

This little falcon found himself in quite the predicament.

It looked tired and was barely struggling by the time I pulled up.

Sometimes things aren’t as hopeless as they seem.

All that was (Part 6)

Any and all that brought peace 

 Envelops my dreams into darkness 

 Unable to move...Unable to call out 

 What was once silence is a knell in my soul

 If I close my eyes I'll sink further down 

 We are almost finished. Thank you for allowing me to share with you all.

"Never Woke Up" by Katy Towell

See how happy I am to be stuck at work on such a great day.

Depressed Again...

Depression hits hard

What if it never leaves me

Will I be trapped here?

You know what, it's not fun being gen z we're the kids but we've had our childhoods stripped away from us and it's just going to get worse if we don't do something which is why our generation is going to demolish everything wrong with this world from capitalism to racism. We're done with this fucked up world and you better believe we're going to change it for the better cause like in any film the teenagers are the ones who have to fight back.

~Trapped beneath her Heel~

I was powerless to her affections, she had me wrapped around her Golden Finger I swore she was King Midas's daughter. What was I to do I was her walking matt she stepped all over my soul I was a unappreciated wet nap for her to wipe her hands with. I desired for her to wipe her twat with my lips the Inordinated desire to rest deep inside her to live within the moist parts of her delectable twat. To have my tongue familiar with each instrument of her body, whatever part I sucked on would have her moan a song of pleasure I remained hers solemnly she could never be mine.

-P.L.Pablo

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Mine ❤️💞

It is OK.

You are OK. If you’re unsure about how far you let your kinks go.. If you surprise yourself how far your kinks go.. If you are still discovering new levels to your kinks.. You have no need to worry when you just take a moment to realize.. You’re trapped. You’ll always want this. It will probably only get worse. The more you fight it, the more your need for it gets stronger. The more you feel it getting stronger the more you feel you need it. Your body isn’t lying to you. This is who you really are.   Have an amazing day.

Belonging

I let people go while I hold onto things. People drift apart, flowing rivers and I remain a shore, holding onto their fragments. The letters they wrote, the illustrations, the conversations, I preserve them, becoming soil, fertile and fruitful.

I hold onto memories, capturing the person I know would change eventually. Who finds the same person twice even in the same person anyway?

So, thereby, my efforts are never focused on caging the flowing river rather, take a part of it and make it a part of mine. 

Be it good or bad, I absorb everything to nurture my being, to experience bliss and pain, to experience fertility, to experience solitude when called barren.

The rivers become a medium of change sometimes, I flow through them, my silt deposited where it didn’t belong but still absorbs in it, becoming a part of something different yet I remain different. 

I wonder whether my identity of being silt was just an imagination. Being a human, I must be a river, ever flowing, irrigating fields of livelihood, ever changing, giving and taking yet never keeping.

But that’s where the difference came. I too give and take but after making it mine. 

I possess; hence, I belong. I belong; hence, I remain trapped.

Another one of my nightmare drawings for my Art Class

I'm so fucking sick of this bed, this room, this life.

Catch 22

I'm tired of this shell

And this name

And the world spinning

The problem is that I need to shatter myself

And it just seems impossible

Like an equation that I can’t figure out without being unstoppable

Problem is, the issues grow longer like this infestation of words

If only I knew the answer to the question of why?

Then I would have just another key,

That would lead to another empty chest

Because there’s none for me, nope not a pair

Except for emptiness like two pits of despair

Can’t you feel through your metallic layers?

I don’t like wannabe robots

Even if all you’ve done is make a helmet out of a kitchen strainer

Bee hives don’t dance for nothing, honey!

And I'm buzzing with kinetic energy,

With nowhere to go but this shell

Solved are not my problems,

Of being fucking stuck

Either way I'm seen as an evil little fucker

Stuck like cling wrap to this plastic world

Seemingly unavoidable in every imaginable possibility that I can think,

With my eyes held wide open I can’t even blink

In this torturous place I can’t live forever

Even if I can call it my own

Even if it’s here forever

My need to have this shell shattered is strong

I want to feel it shake and shatter

Hear it crack down like pitter, patter, smash

Shell, hell, what's the difference?

I like the fire in the devil that melts my cold heart

Because I'm tired of this invisible prison cell

Yellow Lines

Staring into the yellow lines

Trying to go with the flow

I cannot bring myself to look up at the pines

Delirious depression in this mechanical car is a light load Sitting next to one of my discombobulating demons

Unable to run or fight it

Inside I am scream'n

This makes me want to fuck shit Staring at the two yellow lines, I think...

About last year when I climbed the walls

I should take leaps for the fun of the falls

Onto the sun warmed tar I desire to sink Thinking about two people who give me hope

That is for whatever is next to come

I feel the slope,

That leads into my own personal slum

Two lines, two women who are fierce

How far will I get with the uneven yellows?

Bright yellow does pierce

Stuck like a baby in the backseat type of mellow What to do when I turn the stone of 18?

My enemy has me trapped and constantly, greedily coming back

I have to hold the slack

What do I even know? One thing is for certain

I will keep moving forwards

Hopefully I'll stick with my words

I will go wherever the yellow snakes take me, in order to see the man behind the curtain

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Corruptober Day 2: Emotional

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