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Cenel’s Island

there’s a pretty twist in my bed
humming implements of incredible sex.
it’s the one that sends the waves to drown dancing tongues
to serenade the song of chemistry we composed.
and it kills the negative things.
it can kill anything, but not this wonderful being.
i stare at demise
tender and blind
experiencing life in the abstracts of your kind.
kicking death and trying to remember you’re under my wing.

so what’s behind this new face with dim eyes?
it’s beautiful.
I’ve arrived at an island for a ghost.
does the stimulation make your floral float
and eliminate the emptiness you felt once I shook your ship?
does it make your carrier swing?
can it make the aquarious sing?
I’m gonna try to taste it…

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Spirit World

Comes the day
that thoughts die down
eyes opened
still are blind

Rising of throng spirits
of the past
piercing my heart
piercing
again and again
poisoning the present
into a pool of grief
to the bottom
of my soul

The pain, the intense pain
of deeply loving in vain
To be abandoned
make them banished
to the gaol
of my memories

Yearning for
a voice in the storm
a voice
that is not there

Frightened like a child
fumbling for a hand
in the dark
Putting my ear to the ground
and scanning the spirits

I feel SO alone
and let the tears come
one
by one

Water outside-
fire within-
Still the courage
for a new life

The morning comes
broken heart
heart
broken

Feeling like shouting:
I am the bride
and still separate…

Will I ever
enter the circle

Soshanna

My Home

As black as black in the night
As dark as a blinded sight
More ravaged than a lady of the night
Some see it as a terrible fright
However, I call it home
To oppressed to be seen
By thoughts of what could have been
Wondering why again and again
Felling like this it must be a sin
However, I call it home
Hiding behind fake smiles and lies
Afraid to release these ties
Ties that bind me to these lies
Never ending circle of my fate, makes me cry
However I call it home
My home is in a place most won’t go
Many just don’t want to know
About all the pain and sorrow
Feeling alone, but can never show
However it IS my home

Juan

Loneliness

 Light is dark and one,
 It's song is un-sung.
 It's own fate it has sealed.
 The wounds it bears has never healed.

 Walks alone does he,
 Perhaps he's alot like me,
 Blinded by confusion and frustration.
 For it never sees the light before night sets.

 It carries on with eyes wide shut,
 In a mindless rut.
 Feeling rotten to the core,
 Waiting for the day, when it's pain is no more.....

                         -"Lady Wolenczak"-

Ignorant Eyes

Ignorant eyes, despising my glance

Sighting a barrier,

a glassy barrier to which they are blind,

a despotising sharp film barrier through which I cannot pierce.

Her two-way mirror returns only her reflection

as my wobbling photo lingers on her eyes from outside,

her eyes, imprisoned

eyes, distorting reality,

eyes, wrenching, tearing this bleeding red vessel.

Dead now – dead always to her.

tom