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Loneliness

Loneliness is the limbo land between ‘Don’t call me anymore.’ and ‘Nice to meet you.’
Loneliness is washing the same 1 plate and cup and knife and fork over and over again.
It is never using Your mug, in case You come back.

It’s a 4am glass of water at the kitchen sink in his t-shirt, Wondering if he ever stands alone,
half naked and vulnerable,
woken from a nightmare and thinking of me.

It’s hyper vigilant, on the nightwatch,
waiting for the dawn to break so that you can finally let go of yesterday and sleep your way through a new day,
because it still counts as long as you can mark it on the calendar,
another day closer to becoming the person that you aren’t right now.

Loneliness is wanting to call but having nothing new to say,
So you type it out and file it away,
With the love letters he was never ready to receive.

Loneliness is not speaking to a single soul all day
and so you talk outloud before answering the phone so it doesnt come out as a croak,
too soft or too loud,
because in your silent vigile to spinsterdom,
you’ve forgotten just how to use your own voice.

Loneliness is lighting a candle to your former self, wondering if she’s still out there somewhere patiently waiting.

It is the box of love letters,
and cards and relationships lost at sea,
which scream at you from the corner of the room,
that you were once loved.

Loneliness is the sharp stab in your heart,
in the moments between you drying the kitchen knife and pushing it into the knife block,
the shadow behind that voice that whispers, please don’t!
Put the knife down!

Loneliness is me without you,
abruptly and roughly torn apart.
Loneliness is me lost inside,
aware of how loud my breathing is,
noticing how it echoes around me like an empty ballroom once filled with chatter and excitement and romance.

Loneliness is me staring into a mirror and seeing there is something missing behind my eyes,
which tear up with tides of broken shards of my glass heart, each one whispering ‘I miss you’ as they roll down my cheeks and onto my chest,
my body trying to cleanse myself of you,
while I try to force them back,
to fill in the empty spaces where you and I used to be.

 

 

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Loneliness

Loneliness is the heart seeking love.

Loneliness is the heart in pain,

Wanting, Needing, Hoping.

Oh, come unto me ….

Dear Friend,

lift me from this trench

within my self.

Take me, guide me

Along the paths of joy.

Let us speak and play.

Let us be close that all may see,

That you have I

And I have you.

“Awake, Awake, Alas

Tis but a dream

Mine only companion IS….

            me.

by Norman of Leicester England

Rampart

In this place of desolation a lonely rampart stands forged between a mountain and a machine, my heart is the castle and my mind is the sea, I am no captain, I sail no ships, I am no king, I command no armies, though the throne that stands before me bears my name, if I sit I shall crumble, a phrase etched into the glass of the cathedral, I am.

A sea of infinite wisdom floods the halls of my stronghold, corridors fill with memories and a crown begins to mold, I am no king, I do not dare to pick up the crown for when it rests upon the head, the shoulders decay and soul dies instead, etched in the walls of the keep, I am.

The courtyard breathes of the scent of putrid waste left behind by the scars of tomorrow, a fissure in time allowing flow between the here-and-now and what follows, I am no captain, I cannot set a course of action, a lighthouse in the dark beckons me out of the weather, the storms of my past keep me tethered, carved into the waves, I am.

If I am no king and I am no captain, then what am I? A wanderer in darkness is holding a lamp to light the way, a silent watcher feeling more alone everyday, but in the sea of demons, and the castle of hate, I stand proud of a phrase etched in the walls, and carved in the waves, “I am”.

We never walk this road alone, and for those who wish they could just go home, a castle awaits in a sea of desolation, like a lonely wall forged between the mind and the heart, I am an oasis in the desert so barren, I am rampart.

– Matthew B.

A Hurt Heart

Bills bills bills…
that I cannot pay.
I have no car,
and my heart hurts all day.
a heartache so strong.
a love long gone…
my tears stream like rain-
and my heart hurts all day.
my dear best friend-
my dear lost love.
“HE HAS FORSAKEN ME!”
as I cry to the above.
Bills bills bills…
that I cannot pay.
I have no car,
and my heart hurts all day.
AJW
8.5.15

EVOLving

                           “When I enter your sights
You see a man with his Mother’s height
And his Father’s might
Therefore, I’m the strong silent type
The pen expresses my heart’s joy & fright
Life is what I write
Letting my dreams take flight
In the dark of the night
Only to return in the day when its bright
There is a lot of gray area, no black & white
I used to believe in honesty
Now I see modesty is the best policy
Time will tell who truly respects & honors me
I just have to love myself solidly
                        No room for possibly
Although, I can make space for probably
Emotions can’t be reasoned with logically
Balancing admiration from the public
Along with rejection is a little hard to stomach
The question that I find to be the toughest…
Do I really know what love is?
Sometimes I feel like my answer is rubbish
Only I should master my puppet
Every morning I try to awake to trumpets
Allowing hope to flare, but then I blunder it
Seeking refuge until the lightning & thunder quits
However, the rain persists
A necessity in order to wash away the pain that exists.” 
by E. Bassey