Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

Monthly Archives: January 2011

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It is a spear piercing my throat.

It is the woman ripping my heart.

It is the darkness choking my neck.

It is the water I feel on my body,

Heavy and filling.

It is the fear of being alone.

 

It is the tears that I cry.

It is the pain in my stomach.

It is the self destruction of thought.

It is the fantasies in my head,

Making me smile.

It is what I do.

 

It is that day at the bridge

It is the look on her face

It is the sound of her voice

It is the new man she has

It is the love that I have

It is the love that she hasn’t

It is the

 

It just is.


 

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Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Shut your mouth, your words aren’t theirs, and in the name of open-mindedness, all you can speak are theirs, taking care with your actions, for all you can act is like them. Should you defy, you are living in sin, against the norm, imposed within. Silent scream, it can’t come out, it can’t be heard, for what it’s about. Starve it out, bleed it out…but never speak it out. Live in their prison, but never complain, hush now, little one, not a word of the pain, just starve it out, starve it all away, until you can’t care. Apathetic robot, doing as they say, cannot be different, cannot be sane, cannot be free from so much pain. Bleed it out, starve it out, cry out loud, but don’t utter a word, of what it’s about…fall to the floor, a lifeless heap, lie on the floor and pray for sleep, that rarely comes and never stays, that age old myth that conformity pays. But this way, you’re still OK. No crime yet, but against yourself, no harsh words or price to pay. Picked up off the floor, of the prison they built, brushed off, cleaned up, without any guilt. Lest to yourself, who you’ve cruelly betrayed, still in this prison, that conformity made. And they say, “Poor girl, I wonder what’s wrong.”

Scream it out, cry it out, yell, rant and rave, closing the wounds that conformity gave. Open your mouth and speak what you see, never popular, but still so free. Knocked down, beat down, with words meant to tear, no longer in prison but no worse for the wear. Pick yourself up, you are no longer theirs, away from their world, there are no longer tears. Against the norm, you’re living in sin, no longer confined by the rules within. The odd one out, a loon, freak, a fool, is what they will say, when you cease to live by their rule. Beat down, kicked out, driven insane, and you think about those days when conformity came. Could you go back to living their way, in silent despair, but without those words, meant to tear?

Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Starve it out, bleed it out, same old song, they pick you up off the floor, and wonder what’s wrong.

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Though many people surrounding me,
Nobody really understood inside of me.
I hear many people talking,
but I’m waiting for one voice that is still.
I put on a smiling and joyful face,
nobody could see the uncovered me.
I do not want sympathy,
I want understanding.
Who could really understand what is inside of me?
My soul is so broken,
Who can see it?
It is tearing me apart,
as though I am walking in a torn forest..
All I need is just one FRIEND
to understand me, inside.
I don’t want to be alone anymore, it’s killing me inside out.

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Accepting myself
The fact that I don’t
That I am not feeling comfortable
Being around them
But when i’m alone
I am me

I like spending time with myself
I like being on my own
I am not blaspheming
Against my call
It is just that I like
Being alone
Because I am
Free
I am
Me

And suddenly
I can achieve more things
Then I would have
If I was with you
I don’t want to
disrespect you
But it’s  just that
It feels good to spend some time
AlOnE.

Gloria Tamaniya.

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You see grey eyes
I see grey skies
You said steel blue
I believed in you

I lay wounded in the brush
Not making a sound
You might come back
I might believe again
No, I won’t

So we decided to try again
I watch you, waiting…
For you to fall down again
Pick up the pieces
But, I won’t do it again