I’m contained. Contained next to the window listening to the traffic go by as my children nap. Or at least one naps. The other can be heard quietly giggling as he scrolls through the recesses of YouTube.
I’m contained. Contained next to my window listening to the traffic go by as my children nap. Or at least one naps. The other busily, quietly scrolling through the recesses of YouTube for kids.
Seiyes
Emotionally I feel contained. I can’t show all my emotions at times and that hurts.
I feel I will be judged if I show my true emotions. Contained describes my emotions.
Sharon
An object being withheld from someone. A secret locked a way never to be seen. A secret. Something that is hidden and never seen by anyone.
Richard Gouws
to hold within.
Tigerflame
Feelings in a way should always be kept contained. Too often we put our true thoughts and emotions on the line which tends to scare individuals away or we end up confusing ourselves by over thinking every situation. By containing our feelings, not all of them, but some of them, we can only hope that the mystery of us will be just enough to keep someone coming back for more.
Theresa
the little leaf falls from the tree
and as it blows through the cool wind
its is contained on this earth
it has a destiny
even though the wind makes its path
it will eventually end up on the ground
I have never felt claustrophobia. But the fear of being contained within someone else’s control scares me everyday. How do I let someone else close their grip so tight around my neck that I can’t breathe anymore?
she couldn’t contain her disdain. she openly groaned.
“that’s a stupid idea,” she protested. “it won’t get us anywhere!” the group stared at her with annoyance, which led her to further her opinion.
“think of it my way or think of it yours. but which one is going to bring us from here,” she pointed at the floor, “to here?” she pointed a red nail at the ugly beige ceiling.
The alarm sounded and the cacophony of voices in the hospital went silent. All that was heard was the screeching of the red beast, until one of the doctor’s shouted, “Everyone stay where you are! This is a containment alarm!”
Kelly – the nurse next to me – looked at me with eyes full of fear.
“That alarm only goes off when a deadly disease is airborne,” she whispered.
I stared at her, disbelieving.
“S-so… what happens now?” I stammered out.
She glanced at me, swallowed, and looked out over the hospital beds in room.
“We try to survive.”
Phoenix
limitless i die while contained into your fist. I keep pushing out but your fingers are warm and they are comforting. So the pushing becomes slower, weaker till I remain contained. Crushing a flower has always been your pleasure. I was made of steel and dirt. Now I am not.
Mindy
Contained, by its very definition, implies being restricted or limited. While this is often a good and necessary thing, too often we contain what shouldn’t be restricted. For instance, the laughter or enjoyment of child should never be contained.
The house contained the marks of us, the notches in the baseboard from my mother’s rocking chair, the holes in the mantle from the hooks for Christmas stockings, the water stains on the floor from getting out of the shower and the smell of our childhood everywhere. It was impossible to pack it up.
I FEEL CONTAINED ABOUT TODAY’S PRODUCTIVITY AND MY PERSONAL LIFE. I ACHIEVED A LOT TODAY. ITS A POSITIVE DAY FOR ALL THE WORK DONE AND PLANNED. I FEEL CONTAINED GOD IS WITH ME.
I was contained and cool. Everything one might want to scream out, was held in, controlled, boxed in and sorted, so that there were no awkward edges, no misplaced boxes sitting at ugly angles, just symmetry
I am contained within the confines of my insecurities. But I will no longer be contained. I will break free.
Demerick91
The sound of the grinding metal made Zach’s ears bleed. The stench of the black smoke burned his nose and mouth. He struggled, but flopped uselessly against the metal chair on to which he was tied to. He hated being contained like this. The Captain told him that he’d get caught if he tried to accomplish the mission all on his own. But of course he had been too impulsive. All he had wanted was to simply save his little brother, Ben, who had been captured by the enemy three weeks ago. He had foolishly snuck into the enemy’s base camp against The Captain’s wishes. And now he was paying the price. A metallic shriek filled the air and Zach froze.
“Hey, Zach,” called a weary, but familiar voice from behind him. “Don’t be so tense. It’s not good for you.”
Zach turned around as much as the chains would allow. He looked into the mischievous face of his younger brother Ben. “Ben!” Zach exclaimed. “Don’t worry. I’m going to get you out of here.”
Today I met the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. i had to get my excitement contained because if I showed all of the happiness I got from just looking at her, I would have made a fool of myself. But damn, not showing how she makes me feel also is killing me.
she was like a time bomb, regardless of the overused metaphor; her feeling were contained, all of them, and it was only matter of time before she would let them loose.
for now, though, she kept special care to make sure they stayed in her. it hurt her. but she did it anyways.
because that was the kind of person she was.
chi
Although I was feeling very upset about the whole thing I only contained my feelings to myself. This is better than letting anyone knows what is going on inside of me.
Ros
Everything swirled around her in a shimmer of shadows and light, everything that was once contained within the vault. Contained for the safety of all. Contained for the sanity of all. Contained to keep the order. At least that’s what the government had said.
I’ve never been in good in captivity, though I’ve been contained.
Something about the walls and no windows leaves me drained. i SEE SOME BLANK WALL AND I FEEL SMALL MAYBE ITS SOMETHING ABOUT THE FALL, I CANT SEE WHERE I AM AND WHOS OUTSIDE BUT THE FEAR IS REAL AND ENTIRELY MINE
Anika
i feel so contained within my own mind….demons screaming…myself suffering. and my mind being pulled into many different directions. Why can’t I ever be happy with my self…why can I ever release myself and just be me…and not feel so contained within my relationship, work, and school life.
Every last memory of Brigade General Johann Brokowski was contained in a single flash drive. I had never seen so many photographs, and yet there they were, all blazing with different colors and textures and sights on my laptop screen. Johann even had pictures from before he medically transitioned, and seeing the muscle build and the facial hair appear was almost disorienting. But the smile got brighter with each lapsed year, as he posed for his military photos in a bright blue uniform and with a bayoneted gun slung over his shoulder.
Belinda Roddie
everything all bottled up
“I’m good” I say to no one that asked
and I think I really am.
but that frustration nagging in the back of my mind still exists.
wondering where I’m going and what I’m doing.
how to get out of this cell I’m trapped inside
I’m contained. Contained next to the window listening to the traffic go by as my children nap. Or at least one naps. The other can be heard quietly giggling as he scrolls through the recesses of YouTube.
self controlled, boxed, quiet, disciplined, structured, balanced, protected,
I’m contained. Contained next to my window listening to the traffic go by as my children nap. Or at least one naps. The other busily, quietly scrolling through the recesses of YouTube for kids.
Emotionally I feel contained. I can’t show all my emotions at times and that hurts.
I feel I will be judged if I show my true emotions. Contained describes my emotions.
An object being withheld from someone. A secret locked a way never to be seen. A secret. Something that is hidden and never seen by anyone.
to hold within.
Feelings in a way should always be kept contained. Too often we put our true thoughts and emotions on the line which tends to scare individuals away or we end up confusing ourselves by over thinking every situation. By containing our feelings, not all of them, but some of them, we can only hope that the mystery of us will be just enough to keep someone coming back for more.
the little leaf falls from the tree
and as it blows through the cool wind
its is contained on this earth
it has a destiny
even though the wind makes its path
it will eventually end up on the ground
I have never felt claustrophobia. But the fear of being contained within someone else’s control scares me everyday. How do I let someone else close their grip so tight around my neck that I can’t breathe anymore?
she couldn’t contain her disdain. she openly groaned.
“that’s a stupid idea,” she protested. “it won’t get us anywhere!” the group stared at her with annoyance, which led her to further her opinion.
“think of it my way or think of it yours. but which one is going to bring us from here,” she pointed at the floor, “to here?” she pointed a red nail at the ugly beige ceiling.
silence.
The alarm sounded and the cacophony of voices in the hospital went silent. All that was heard was the screeching of the red beast, until one of the doctor’s shouted, “Everyone stay where you are! This is a containment alarm!”
Kelly – the nurse next to me – looked at me with eyes full of fear.
“That alarm only goes off when a deadly disease is airborne,” she whispered.
I stared at her, disbelieving.
“S-so… what happens now?” I stammered out.
She glanced at me, swallowed, and looked out over the hospital beds in room.
“We try to survive.”
limitless i die while contained into your fist. I keep pushing out but your fingers are warm and they are comforting. So the pushing becomes slower, weaker till I remain contained. Crushing a flower has always been your pleasure. I was made of steel and dirt. Now I am not.
Contained, by its very definition, implies being restricted or limited. While this is often a good and necessary thing, too often we contain what shouldn’t be restricted. For instance, the laughter or enjoyment of child should never be contained.
The house contained the marks of us, the notches in the baseboard from my mother’s rocking chair, the holes in the mantle from the hooks for Christmas stockings, the water stains on the floor from getting out of the shower and the smell of our childhood everywhere. It was impossible to pack it up.
I FEEL CONTAINED ABOUT TODAY’S PRODUCTIVITY AND MY PERSONAL LIFE. I ACHIEVED A LOT TODAY. ITS A POSITIVE DAY FOR ALL THE WORK DONE AND PLANNED. I FEEL CONTAINED GOD IS WITH ME.
There is too much pressure contained in his head.
I was contained and cool. Everything one might want to scream out, was held in, controlled, boxed in and sorted, so that there were no awkward edges, no misplaced boxes sitting at ugly angles, just symmetry
I am contained within the confines of my insecurities. But I will no longer be contained. I will break free.
The sound of the grinding metal made Zach’s ears bleed. The stench of the black smoke burned his nose and mouth. He struggled, but flopped uselessly against the metal chair on to which he was tied to. He hated being contained like this. The Captain told him that he’d get caught if he tried to accomplish the mission all on his own. But of course he had been too impulsive. All he had wanted was to simply save his little brother, Ben, who had been captured by the enemy three weeks ago. He had foolishly snuck into the enemy’s base camp against The Captain’s wishes. And now he was paying the price. A metallic shriek filled the air and Zach froze.
“Hey, Zach,” called a weary, but familiar voice from behind him. “Don’t be so tense. It’s not good for you.”
Zach turned around as much as the chains would allow. He looked into the mischievous face of his younger brother Ben. “Ben!” Zach exclaimed. “Don’t worry. I’m going to get you out of here.”
you gave me your nail polish
so many contained glitter
they’re under my bed now
dull
drying
It stayed box-bound
tape-buckled and
bondaged
in layers
of wrap
caged and
contained in all
its claustrophobia
until I simply
placed it at your feet.
You thanked me
and ripped into it –
setting it
free.
I am contained in my emotions. They are over-taking everything. I miss the kids. I miss my Mom. I miss being a kid, myself. Life is so hard.
Contained within this space…this space of incompetence…this space of futility. I don’t even WRITE well. Jeez, have a lit
Today I met the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. i had to get my excitement contained because if I showed all of the happiness I got from just looking at her, I would have made a fool of myself. But damn, not showing how she makes me feel also is killing me.
She contained her excitement as she waited for the love of her life to come, though she didn’t know for how much longer she would be able to.
I tried to resist the pull–
the tide of your smile–
the physics of attraction.
But why should I resist happiness?
I might as well live without air.
I might as well die.
she was like a time bomb, regardless of the overused metaphor; her feeling were contained, all of them, and it was only matter of time before she would let them loose.
for now, though, she kept special care to make sure they stayed in her. it hurt her. but she did it anyways.
because that was the kind of person she was.
Although I was feeling very upset about the whole thing I only contained my feelings to myself. This is better than letting anyone knows what is going on inside of me.
Everything swirled around her in a shimmer of shadows and light, everything that was once contained within the vault. Contained for the safety of all. Contained for the sanity of all. Contained to keep the order. At least that’s what the government had said.
Excuse the errors
I’ve never been in good in captivity, though I’ve been contained.
Something about the walls and no windows leaves me drained. i SEE SOME BLANK WALL AND I FEEL SMALL MAYBE ITS SOMETHING ABOUT THE FALL, I CANT SEE WHERE I AM AND WHOS OUTSIDE BUT THE FEAR IS REAL AND ENTIRELY MINE
i feel so contained within my own mind….demons screaming…myself suffering. and my mind being pulled into many different directions. Why can’t I ever be happy with my self…why can I ever release myself and just be me…and not feel so contained within my relationship, work, and school life.
Every last memory of Brigade General Johann Brokowski was contained in a single flash drive. I had never seen so many photographs, and yet there they were, all blazing with different colors and textures and sights on my laptop screen. Johann even had pictures from before he medically transitioned, and seeing the muscle build and the facial hair appear was almost disorienting. But the smile got brighter with each lapsed year, as he posed for his military photos in a bright blue uniform and with a bayoneted gun slung over his shoulder.
everything all bottled up
“I’m good” I say to no one that asked
and I think I really am.
but that frustration nagging in the back of my mind still exists.
wondering where I’m going and what I’m doing.
how to get out of this cell I’m trapped inside