We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.
quote by Tennessee Williams
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Involuntary Solitude
How is
Involuntary solitude, the abyss,
Different in temperament
From solitary confinement?
Involuntary solitude
Bothersome with certitude.
Solitary confinement
Painful with infinitude.
Involuntary solitude
Taken advantage of, by some.
Solitary confinement
Feared by all and one.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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Each man is his own prisoner, in solitary confinement for life.
quote by Robert Heinlein
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Sacred Structure
your eyes do not see
the dark has no scrutiny
it is the prism that does
all the trick for you
you will be deciding
the lives of ninety million more
yet you leave inside the core
there is always this bore
inside the chest of the sore
i wonder how you write
about liberties and their lives
in solitary confinement
you take pride in your refinement
in the future someone writes
about your destruction
of the common, the lowly and
the poor, and you will see
with tears falling from your
eyes: this cannot be! this cannot be!
the damage has been done
your death is not enough
to pay for the devil puff
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.
quote by Karl Kraus
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Infidelity
chokes my paranoiac breath
I exhale his fibs
and force my heart to be in
solitary confinement
tanka by Munia Khan (17 August 2011)
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Solitary confinement
He paces up and down his cell
as he has done so many times before
a human eye peers through his spyhole
watching his every movement.
The prisoner does press ups on the floor
shadow boxes an imaginary opponent
then falls exhausted on to his bed
noticing a fly on the grey ceiling.
He is aware of the eye in the door
but he continues observing the fly
also the tiny spider in the corner
he ignores the watching eye
then falls into a deep sleep.
He dreams of Green verdant fields
long golden sands and crashing ocean waves
holding hands with a beautiful woman
but reality hits him as he wakes in his cell.
Long tedious days of solitary confinement
for killing a fellow prisoner in a fight
but it was a situation of kill or be killed
the law of the jungle inside the dark walls.
Each day the same as the previous one
each year the same as the previous one
this is the life of the solitary prisoner.
poem by Kevin Halls
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If you're living completely on your own, break out of solitary confinement. Seek to understand others, and help them understand you.
quote by Martha Beck
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A human being has so many skins inside, covering the depths of the heart. We know so many things, but we don't know ourselves! Why, thirty or forty skins or hides, as thick and hard as an ox's or bear's, cover the soul. Go into your own ground and learn to know yourself there.
quote by Meister Eckhart
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Killer
So you want
To be free
To live your life
The way you want to be
Will you give if we cry?
Will we live, yeah
Or will we die?
Oh
Jaded hearts (hearts)
Heal with time
Shoot that love
So we can
Stop the bleeding
Solitary brother (solitary brother)
Is there still a part of you that wants to live?
Solitary sister (solitary sister)
Is there still a part of you that wants to give?
Solitary brother (solitary brother)
Is there still a part of you that wants to live?
Solitary sister (solitary sister)
Is there still a part of you that wants to give?
If we try
And live your lives
The way you wanna be
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Solitary brother (solitary brother)
Is there still a part of you that wants to live?
Solitary sister (solitary sister)
Is there still a part of you that wants to give?
Solitary brother (solitary brother)
Is there still a part of you that wants to live?
Solitary sister (solitary sister)
Is there still a part of you that wants to give?
Yeah, yeah
Racism in amongst the future kings can only lead to no good and
Besides, all our sons and daughters already know how that feels
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Love, love, love, yeah
song performed by by Sugababes
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It's important that someone celebrate our existence... People are the only mirror we have to see ourselves in. The domain of all meaning. All virtue, all evil, are contained only in people. There is none in the universe at large. Solitary confinement is a punishment in every human culture.
quote by Lois McMaster Bujold
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Solitary Man
Melinda was mine
til the time
That I found her
Holding jim
Loving him
Then sue came along
Loved me strong
Thats what I thought
Me and sue
But that died too
Dont know that I will
But until I can find me
A girl wholl stay
And wont play games behind me
Ill be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man
Ive had it to here
Bein where
Loves a small world
Part-time thing
Paper ring
I know its been done
Having one
Girl who loves you
Right or wrong
Weak or strong
Dont know that I will
But until I can find me
The girl wholl stay
And wont play games behind me
Ill be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man
solitary man
solitary man
solitary man
solitary man
solitary man
solitary
man
song performed by by H.I.M.
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The Blood Red Rose
A solitary rose,
it could not understand
why it was deprived of life
by the cultivator's hand.
A solitary rose,
clutched in a mourner's fingers
waits the presenting of the flag
as the last note of "Taps" still lingers
A solitary Rose,
it could not understand
why its life was at the mercy
of the passing of this man.
A solitary Rose
wise beyond its time
is accepting of its fate
as the mourners stand in line
A solitary rose
flung upon a box of wood.
feels the sun a final time
as it is covered up for good.
Our ancestors made sacrifice
to expiate their sin.
The blood red rose, symbolic
of what flows beneath our skin.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Brain Dead
Turn me off
Pull the plug
Leave me with some dignity
I am not
What I was
And I dont need the sympathy
Alive inside me
No one can hear me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Paralysed
In my shell
Enduring every
Endless day
Immobilized
On my back
Aware of everything
They say
Extricate me
Eliminate me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
I cant blink my eye or cry
Or even speak
They crowd around my bed
Condescending words are said
Thinking I dont hear or know
What is going on - hello!
Cant you suckers hear my cries
From inside Im still alive
Its my decision to abort
Turn off the goddamn life support
Let me pass
From this world
So I fade away in peace
Comprehending
Unrelenting
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
song performed by by Judas Priest
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As we have seen, WikiLeaks is a robust organization. During my time in solitary confinement in the basement of a Victorian prison, we continue to release, our media partners continued to write stories. The important revelations from this material continue to come out. We have approximately 2,000 cables into 250,000.
quote by Julian Assange
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The Souls Of Old Men
Inside their worn, tattered bodies
sit the souls of old men.
How unhappy the poor things are
and how bored by the pathetic life they live.
How they tremble for fear of losing that life, and how much
they love it, those befuddled and contradictory souls,
sitting -half comic and half tragic-
inside their old, threadbare skins.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Ghost Ship
The feeling was light in the musty air
A darkened fright as I looked at my hand
Sentenced to linger on this floating lair
Choking my finger; the gold wedding band
My father forced me by the holy book
To go to sea when ‘ere this man would call
A mariners’ wife and the ghost ship cook
My sentenced life, with no freedom at all
The crew played dice, cast lots sure enough
No wedding rice, I’m a prearranged wife
I’m a specters’ whore and ships powder puff
So that is my chore on this ghost ship life
When the crew gad died, we were cast to sea
I was torn inside, not enough of me
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Sonnet
Internal rhyme: aabb – External rhyme: abab
poem by Amera Andersen
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A hole in the roof
The old prison cell and there's no ceiling
And a hole in the roof.
The person in confinement
Who sees the night sky.
No changes at all
The old stars and the Moon as earlier.
The North star seems very old
And the bachelor thinks of the next-door widow Violet and her whereabouts.
And he's not seen his old friend Jack Daniel's smile since a long time.
Someone says the President's Birthday comes soon and there will be an amnesty for prisoners?
He's sentenced for ten years and the half of the term almost gone.
* To my poet friend George.Murdock in gratitude.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Hang My Head (Revised)
A slightly disorientated alien on a strange
every-morning planet, convinced I am in the
wrong place, so busy with wholly irrelevant
activities - feeling unwelcome
My office role confused - kept in solitary
confinement on meaningless research, key
is "meaningless" - this is another's life, it
cannot be mine, no imagination required
Add one fanciful notion and an ethical principle
of faithfulness to original text is compromised,
looking up financial terms, checking every verb,
uselessly comparing alternatives -
I hang my head and cry…
[ORIGINAL: ]
Slightly disorientated every morning like
an alien on a strange planet, convinced
I am in the wrong place, busy with totally
irrelevant activities - feeling unwelcome
Confused about my role in the office - in
solitary confinement to do meaningless
research, the key word - meaningless -
this must be another's life, it cannot be
mine, no imagination required - in fact
Add one fanciful notion and the ethical
principle of faithfulness to the original
boring text is compromised, looking up
financial terms, checking every verb,
comparing alternatives
I hang my head and cry…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Killer
So you want to be free
To live your life the way you wanna be
Will you give if we cry
Will we live or will we die
Tainted hearts heal with time
Shoot bad love so we can
Stop the bleeding
Solitary brother, is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Solitary sister, is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
Solitary brother,is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Solitary sister, is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
If we try to live our lives
The way we wanna be
Solitary brother, is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Solitary sister,is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
Solitary brother, is there still a part of you that
Wants to live?
Salitary sister, is there still a part of you that
Wants to give?
Racism in future kings can only lead to no good
And besides, all our sons and daughters already
Know how that feels
song performed by by George Michael
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A Snake
life is covered by a layers of skins-meaning, culture, conversational skills, talks, established education, certificates, friends, neighbours, dignity, concepts conditioned, sociality and liberty
When these skins fall off, one cannot even touch the softest metaphors of communication-light itself for success in life
A snake of life
Poisonous thin layers of knowledge of the world
Ancient wisdom comes back as a river of lost footsteps
In the forest of mindscape
A snake
Layers of skins taking off the airports of body
Now you are a man but not a human installing the humanity you yourself are longing for
A snake losing its tracking lines on earth