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Loneliness

Loneliness is an unwanted companion
A fire that never goes out
A black hole of nothingness
It is a room with no exits
no sounds,only Silence and darkness

Loneliness is like a disease
It slowly kills you in the inside
Slowly it devours you
Slowly decaying and rotting
to the core

A worn cage that enslaves you
A never ending maze
Darkness is all you see
An empty alley that leads to nowhere
Freedom seems out of reach
A tunnel that leads to oblivion
A sign saying,”Welcome to Nowhere”

Lost in a world that seems so alien
The streets in ruin and bare
Hope seems only like a folktale in this empty world
Darkness and pain is all you know
Life seems like a far away dream
Abandoned in darkness
No light to guide you
Death seems like the only solution
But you forgotten that you are already dead.

By:Eddie Palacios

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Forgotten Love

By Forgotten Fox

Love is like a glove
It goes off then its gone
Somtimes hard to found
Somtimes you forgot where you put it then its lost
Like lost love
Flown away like a dove
Wish i still had it
Lost it i did
Never to be found again
Lost it forever
Alone in the world
All alone and Forgotten
With out hope
How can i coupe?
The sleeping stars are watching me
How can it be?
Oh Beautiful sleeping stars why am i so Forgotten?
I am full of hate
With no mate
With a broken gate
Is it too late?
My bleeding heart will never heal
My love locked away in a seal
locked away forever
Lost the Key
Its so very sad
It makes me so very mad
I’m wasting my life and destroying my dreams
Oh Burnings stars wish you could light up my life
My love is forgotten
Never will i love again
And never to be loved again
My heart full of sorrow and unloved blood
Blood that is on fire
Blood of anger and hate
Its too dire
Yep its too late
Too late for me
the Forgotten Fox
is Hated by many
With no love
How can it be?

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Sweet messages,
Letters of Love,
Poems and pictures,
Your voice on the phone,
but never a warm embrace,
This is what I have of you.

Laughter,
Warm winter fires,
Sunrises and sunsets
Wasting away the evening,
And spending the night together
Things we wished for.

A country apart from begining to end.
I once thought love conquered all

Now all I have is
Goodbye love.
Hello friend.

Goodbye heart.
Hello misery.

-Kelly Chessey

 

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

Behind Closed Doors

In a glass house I sit, a lady,
hidden behind closed doors, trying not to judge those around me.

I feel their happiness and wonder, their joy and bliss,
and recall the feel of love’s kiss.

But my house is worn and old.
Experience seeps in, leaving me cold.

I wrap a blanket of emotions around me,
to ward off the chill and pain of feeling lonely.

My normally calm exterior can no longer withstand the storm of feelings,
and rain down on me through the cracks in the ceiling.

I escape and seek the shelter and warmth of a neighboring fire,
but there are riots of emotions that disturb me there and the passions run higher.

I hear Nature and, while searching, I find an unknown way,
full of birds chirping with all of the excitement of a new day.

However, powerless; I stumble.
I smash against the rocks and float like flotsam amongst the waterfall’s rumble.

Currents of emotion overwhelm me and I flounder, looking for something to hold onto.
Unexpectedly, I turn around and find you.

With the touch of your hands, I slowly begin to smile.
I realize it’s been a while.

I breathe heavily – then hot.
I’m no longer drowning – I’m not.

 

Copyright:  Tracey L. Mummert, May 16, 2006