Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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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
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Poems by Lori Kay

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For so long I wander, lost to myself in the forest of Life.

It is a rather panicked way of life.

Have you ever searched for your Self so?

For so long I sit perplexed at the table of Life where lay the puzzle pieces of Me.

It is a rather frustrating way of Life.

“This puzzle must have come to me with the wrong pieces,” I cry aloud so many times.

Have you ever been so perplexed over Who you are – inside and out?

For so long am I hungry to use the ‘stuff’ inside me.

It is a rather lonely and unsatisfied way of life.

“To hunger for use and to never to be used is the worse hunger of all.” (author unknown)

Have you ever been so hungry?

Oh for the day,

I find myself and my insides become calm, I become faith-full on the path.

I make great progress on the puzzle of me; enlightened at the table.

I am filled, the ache of disuse abated.
From that day forward,

I take each step with dignity, calm and content in the forest.

I connect each puzzle piece with patience, uplifted at the table.

I apply with privilege the genuineness of me, satisfied with the ‘stuff.’
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Lori Kay, 2010

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When the struggle to survive is over

And you’re left alone to redefine yourself

Where does the definition come from?

When the struggle to survive is over

And you’re left with a certain kind of emptiness and calm

Where does the reason come from?

When you no longer have to fight to push your body and mind through each moment

Where does the fight go?

When the struggle to survive is over

And you can finally breakdown and cry

What will stop the tears?

When the struggle to survive is over

And you finally let down the anger you held so long

What do you hold now?

When the struggle to survive is over

And the fear that fueled your inner fire is snuffed out

Where does the flame come from?

When the struggle to survive is over

And adrenalin and cortisol no longer run through you every minute, every hour, of every day

And your body comes to a complete stand still, a fall down and stay down

What will bring it back up again?

When the struggle to survive is over

And fight or flight becomes stay and love

And you’re left with a sadness undefined

Where does the happiness meet up with you?

Lori Kay, 2009

Poems by Math

Letter to LOVE

Dear LOVE,

Of all the emotions expressed by the living entities in this world,
you are by far the most influential. My very evolution is in thanks to
you. You are the blood in my veins, the signals in my brain, the
muscles in my limbs, and the nerves under my skin. YOU ARE THE
REASON FOR MY EXISTENCE. You are the cause and effect of my
every action. Encompassing all types of feelings, you are the
backbone of emotion itself. The vastness of your reach is
unsurpassable by any thought imaginable. I thank you for all you
have contributed to the creation and development of life. In yet, I no
longer deserve to be graced with your presence. The evils I have
committed against you, the very essence of life, are atrocious. All
throughout the history of my existence, you have been present and
persistent in pushing me towards progression. All the while, I was
kicking and screaming. Masking your beauty with my destructive
ways. If only I could fully understand your unconditional consistency.
After all the lessons you have taught me, the elegance of the
universe you have shown me, and your endless effort to redeem me
from myself, I am obligated to apologize for ending existence. If I
knew then what I know now, I would have opened my eyes sooner
and appreciated the grand gift of life.

Sincerely,

Humanity

Man and Machine

They claim I am of robotic origin, a real man of tin.
Just void my devotion because I’m allegedly devoid of emotion, despite the reasoning
behind me striving for verbal communication being to stay in mental relation specifically
to avoid such frustration. Sure, stick to your misinterpretation of my explanation on how
to approach our situation with healthy intention. The man of steel can’t possibly feel,
right? Or did you just initiate the fight out of fear that I might actually be your shiny-
armored knight? These things take a heavy toll on my heart, but instead of feeling torn
apart I just start to thicken the walls to prevent future emotional falls. As a result, I have
become jaded and my trust has faded to an extreme that doesn’t seem to deem any human
interaction as potential satisfaction. On the inside is the knight who died, but still the
armor carries out his will. Just as they had foreseen, I am now machine.

Lost at Sea

The skies wide open and the air fresh as ever
A man appears content, though his thoughts are severed
The will to choose who, what, when, where and however
But to the fear of the deep blue, his mind is tethered

Swiftly rolling in, comes the inevitable storm
In a panic, he searches for the land he was born
Following the path of light, only still to feel torn
He reaches the house, but decides to break the norm

Time reveals truth as he takes a deep breath
The man realizes his vessel is all he has left
The face of the infinite wave reeks of death
The choice to end his own life, he now heft

A ship lost at sea contains the man who thought he was free
Burned down the lighthouse and sailed on to see
The price of freedom, his heart forever lonely
Eternally shrouded by the fog of regret and misery.

Slither

A fictitious face.

A muscle ache,

with each smile.

Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.

 

It slowly slithers into life.

That evil little devil!

Consuming the soul with one huge bite. Taking us to unknown levels.

 

Hidden stomach knots.

So twisted I can be…so I’ve learned.

Oh, How I once was….so hot I burned.

Oh, how the tables turn.

 

How I envy thee.

Mother, Father, Sisters and Brothers.

Being his She,

Showing the world how your lovers.

 

A numbing venom for the love of “life”. Making it harder to fight it.

A funny thing, that life.

Some can’t handle it

And prefer to bite it.

 

It’s grip constricting and choking,

Consuming the soul more so than body.

I will keep it from showing,

Escaping to my world of being naughty.

 

Oh how I imagine a life that’s not mine.

Hoping one day it will manifest.

Telling everyone I’m just fine.

I “really” do love the sunshine!

Acting normal just like the rest.

How are you? I’m just fine!

At my best.

 

A fictitious face.

A muscle ache, with each smile.

Debilitating the soul with no disgrace, God, don’t let this effect my child.

 

-Lisa at California

 

Just wrote about how I tend to hide the extreme sadness that loneliness brings.

I’m not terrible looking. I once was considered a social butterfly and always had people around. Somewhere that changed. I know now that I have had close friends that have gone through the same experience. Never told a soul.  I have no family. But I have my daughter. And I hope to fight it for her.  And hope she isn’t affected in the future.

The Sound

A BANG OR A WHIMPER: it matters not.
The sound is gone.
No echoes of voices in vacant lots:
The silent dawn.
Rain on a pond and the cry of a dove,
Like melodies poorly drawn.
‘Though music’s no longer the stuff of love,
The insipid ensemble plays on.
The silence of lyrical voices,
Lost in a life lived too long.
The vacancy of our choices,
Everything’s played out wrong.
The pain of a life masqueraded,
In a world where we sought to belong.
We find that our fortunes have faded,
Our lives have been sold for a song.
The sound is gone.