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Poems of the Lonely

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What the Day Said

As we began our journey the sun shone brightly.
My companions: the rusty remains of my trusty bike
And the emptiness that filled me.

The bike took me where it would.
Sailing down winding streets past a patchwork of houses.
Racing through the town where the music lived.
Then, it was off to the sea.

The bike stopped at a bench in the sand.
The respite of motion was murdered on cedar planks.
Now my eyes – long since dead – were forced to witness life.

Colorful umbrellas dotted the landscape, soon to fade.
Beautiful children played in the sand, soon to lose their innocence.
Blissful lovers hand in hand on the beach, soon to argue and part.
In the ocean was an old woman, her face haggard and drawn.
Once she was young and beautiful, vibrant and alive.
Now she stood alone and lonely in the vastness of the sea.

Presently, the bike found a well-worn path running along a busy road.
Flying now along the cobblestone to the beauty of a pond.
The seclusion of the place was not welcome. Still, the water drew me to its edge.
There, I pondered the reflection of an old man.
There, a lovely, lonely bird cried out in sorrow for his mate.
There, the old man nodded and turned away, a voice inside him muttering.

As the sun raced round, the bike moved slowly past mansions
Where loathsome creatures live with the ghosts of those they have wronged.
They pray desperately that no one will betray them with the truth.
Behind vine-covered walls, they know the solitude of the suspect.

Back along the road, the bike returned to the bench and the sea.
Then, the sun dropped from the sky and the afternoon died a fiery death.
Later, sitting in the fading light, my heart heard what the day had told.
I was not prepared for what it had to say.

The day said the old woman’s husband watched from the beach as she swam.
It said the bird’s mate waited just out of sight.
It argued that my loneliness was mine alone, not theirs, as I had hoped.
It said I longed to live among the hated creatures just beyond the manicured hedges.
It shouted that I, too, hid behind walls, alone and torn apart – and by choice!
Then, the day seared my soul with a burning truth.
It said that loneliness was my only friend because I feared life.
It held that Death would not be kind to me.
It whispered that my solitude was suspect.

 

Temptation’s Door

Everytime I bleed, I bleed for you
And everytime I cry it’s because of you
Want to know everything will be just perfect But life just ruins it.

I’ve scratched your name into my arm way too many times times And I’ve grown dead inside I’ve become nothing inside.

I would have sung for you,
And been damn good for you.

It would have changed your perspective,
And changed my ways,
But knowing I could, would make it just perfect.

Lead me not into temptation,
I can find the way myself,
Because you were right there waiting,
Just whistling a tune whilst my broken voice, chants our name.

I think we have an emergency,
Are you listening.

 

This is a poem which reflects my past relationships and how stupid I was to take things so seriously when I had everything I wanted right in front of me.
I would just like to say thank you to my partner jamie!

 

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

 

One Last Everything

I’m falling,
Falling into an abysm,
Falling through shadows,
Through darkness,
Through anger,
Through pain;
Falling into the consuming flames of doubt.

The coldness keeps me alive,
Alive when I’m wishing I was dead.
One last breath of hope
Lifts me over the mist.

The past now gone,
Gone with the happiness, the joy.
The future lies just a minute away.
A minute away from loneliness,
Just a minute away from death.

No more sadness,
No more sorrow,
No more problems,
No more life.

One last goodbye,
One last smile,
One last tear,
One last love,
One last everything.

by Andrea Fernández

Loneliness

I’m sitting here alone.
In this empty room
which keeps on getting emptier.
Only the light from the street is shining,
And then a loud call for help,
And everything turns black.

I’m sitting here alone
In this small room,
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone.
But nothing comes to my head,
I’m alone…

I’m sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker.
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone.
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer.
It’s a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street. A lonely street.

Nothing surrounds me;
No sound, no smell, no sight.
…Nothing…

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It’s gone and it’s left us alone.
Me and my loneliness.

by Andrea Fernández