Web of Loneliness Poems

Poems of the Lonely

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Marta Complex

is this way too soon?
all these movements look desperate for a reply,
all this blood left with the questions to figure out what happened and why…
I’ve been playing restart to unearth this naked eye
coming up with only conclusions to end this low pride.
I’ve been told to go kill myself for the last time
I understand the consequence if I let this fin.
first of all, it’s my decision to disagree with you.

I’ve lost taste to touch
no lust for anything
I wish I didn’t know you at all
but now that I do, it ruins everything.
money is made out of women skin
I’ve tried my best to be a good friend.
It seems I’m too depressed
I may never have success with that
so I’m digging out my own grave
counting down to zero
because I don’t even know why I stick around
I don’t know why I shared my bed.

-I.R.

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Poems by Pooja Lokhande

FORGOTTEN

Deeds done wrong, smiles unfaltered,
Lies buried deep inside her soul,
She walks an undecided path,
She drags herself out alone.

Memories; so fresh, so new,
She smells their richness in the air,
Oh yes her heart was always true,
Yet she finds herself in despair.

Dropped, shaken, hurt, abused,
She looks at her own reflection,
Thinks of things she was accused
Of, and surrenders herself to their misconceptions.

Liars they are, the people around,
Huge lies they spin each day,
She tries to find her way out,
But she’s stuck inside, to her dismay.

She cries for the part of her soul she lost,
She cries for all her goals, unbeaten,
She cries for their promises, false,
She cries as she lay forgotten.

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WIPED ME OUT.

Push me more, what’s the point,
I’m already gone you see,
Just a shadow, a form of clouds,
There’s nothing more I can be.
Hurt me more, what’s the point,
You can’t hurt the dead you see,
It’s just another scratch, another wound,
It’s nothing new to me.
Drop your voice, I won’t fight back,
I’m already too tired, too weak,
I’m laying still, just make your choice,
I’ve already ceased to exist.
You stole my will, my desire to live,
You destroyed my absolute being,
No more to think, no one to be,
You destroyed what I could be.
Push me more, what’s the point,
I’m already gone you see,
Just YOUR shadow, the form YOU want,
You have crushed the real me.

Poems by Lori Kay

New Picture

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

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?

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.