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Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Shut your mouth, your words aren’t theirs, and in the name of open-mindedness, all you can speak are theirs, taking care with your actions, for all you can act is like them. Should you defy, you are living in sin, against the norm, imposed within. Silent scream, it can’t come out, it can’t be heard, for what it’s about. Starve it out, bleed it out…but never speak it out. Live in their prison, but never complain, hush now, little one, not a word of the pain, just starve it out, starve it all away, until you can’t care. Apathetic robot, doing as they say, cannot be different, cannot be sane, cannot be free from so much pain. Bleed it out, starve it out, cry out loud, but don’t utter a word, of what it’s about…fall to the floor, a lifeless heap, lie on the floor and pray for sleep, that rarely comes and never stays, that age old myth that conformity pays. But this way, you’re still OK. No crime yet, but against yourself, no harsh words or price to pay. Picked up off the floor, of the prison they built, brushed off, cleaned up, without any guilt. Lest to yourself, who you’ve cruelly betrayed, still in this prison, that conformity made. And they say, “Poor girl, I wonder what’s wrong.”

Scream it out, cry it out, yell, rant and rave, closing the wounds that conformity gave. Open your mouth and speak what you see, never popular, but still so free. Knocked down, beat down, with words meant to tear, no longer in prison but no worse for the wear. Pick yourself up, you are no longer theirs, away from their world, there are no longer tears. Against the norm, you’re living in sin, no longer confined by the rules within. The odd one out, a loon, freak, a fool, is what they will say, when you cease to live by their rule. Beat down, kicked out, driven insane, and you think about those days when conformity came. Could you go back to living their way, in silent despair, but without those words, meant to tear?

Kicking, screaming, without speaking a word, clawing at the walls of the prison imposed on you. Starve it out, bleed it out, same old song, they pick you up off the floor, and wonder what’s wrong.

Chasing Suns

My poem is entitled Chasing Suns and I wrote it shortly after my girlfriend broke up with me… She was my first love and is still my only love… It’s almost been eight months since she left me and I’m still madly in love… It’s really no fun :-\ anyway, here is my poem.
i hope you find some meaning in my words.

Chasing Suns
by: Lee Mintz

There exists a home

in a land undefined

By word nor by sound

a lost page of blank line

And though I may dwell

in its spacious confine

It’s a torturous existence

without your home next to mine

This landscape bleeds emotion

pools raindrops obscene

It grows salted and withered

its wounds grow unseen

I froze fast in your fire

wandered lost in between

My sweet darling ember

and our horizon pristine

Darkness descends tearing sleepless asunder

bringing a beating heart still

An infant still lives fading faster toward slumber

under walls of concrete will

No one tear shall flow from this sorrow

chasing endless suns of sanguine spill

I now live lifeless life borrowed

keeping pace with harsh words

“the end, until…”

there it is
every single line has relation to something she and I did together, something she said to me, characteristics of her, or something that happened between us and i feel that this is my best poetic work to date. i hope you agree.