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Loneliness

Leave a comment Posted by on February 13, 2011

I’m sitting here alone.
In this empty room
which keeps on getting emptier.
Only the light from the street is shining,
And then a loud call for help,
And everything turns black.

I’m sitting here alone
In this small room,
It keeps getting smaller.

I try thinking of something or someone.
But nothing comes to my head,
I’m alone…

I’m sitting here alone in this dark room,
It keeps on getting darker.
Nobody is home
I feel so alone.

I go out on the street,
I stand alone.
I see the long street,
It keeps on getting longer.
It’s a dead street,
Which keeps on dying.
A silent street. A lonely street.

Nothing surrounds me;
No sound, no smell, no sight.
…Nothing…

A world once filled with hate and death,
Now gone.
It’s gone and it’s left us alone.
Me and my loneliness.

by Andrea Fernández

Discarded, Loneliness Experience , , , ,

Without

Leave a comment Posted by on February 12, 2011

Niser 11

How can nothingness fill you up so much,
if it is nothing  then you should feel nothing.
Yet some how I feel it,
it is a constant pain through out my body
a constant dull hollowness that is with me even in my happy times.
An overwhelming sense of solitude.
I haven’t asked for a lot I certainty don’t except it
yet I wait
hopefully
only to see the same door closed right before my eyes
again
I’m not good enough
not worthy enough
… not enough

too much
why keep trying it only adds more nothing to my already aching emptiness…
Just to be held,
is that a lot to want,
gently hold my face . . .to be looked in the eyes.
To bring that special smile to someone’s face that only a lover can bring.
To be the most important person to just one other person.

Not a lot.

But it is just over there  . .I can see it . I just can’t get a grip on it.
It’s never for me
It is for so many others
I tell my self it will come. I’m I lying to even myself.
What do I lack.

I wasn’t even there you know
my body,
maybe even my mind
but my soul . .no not my soul.
Not that you missed it. . . they never have
…what scares me is they never will
sometimes, very rare but it has been none to happen . .
just a glimpse has made its way through, I wonder if the difference has even
been noticed by you or him.
I shift my eyes so you can’t see me . . .did you see . . .did you look . .
.did it scare you
it scares me
such confusion lies within in me
to long for something with everything in you
but to be so scared of it actually coming to be
some where
I have to believe he is somewhere
he who can take away my fear
he who’s eyes will tell me what my heart needs to feel
I’ll never hurt you
I’ll never leave you
always stay faithful
please . . .strike me before you lay with another
for a my flesh will heal
I know my soul would not
security
content ness . . .
to lay in your arms and feel love, and to feel safe
to feel beautiful in your eyes
to feel.

Searching, To Be Loved , , , , , , ,

What Happened?

1 Comment Posted by on February 12, 2011

Always out there, always popular
Always had friends, always with a partner.
One marriage but what was love?
Another marriage and I had it for real
Then she went and found it with another.

My soul mate next but I couldn’t escape
The ravages of my childhood…Nor she
as we loved and lost and fell apart
time and time again.
For she was the one.
Now she’s gone too, and happy like all the rest.
After me they always do best.

Meeting new people, going out now.
Singles scene, not for me, but what else?
The process helps but can’t fill the hole within.
They care but I feel nothing.
What should I feel?
How do you feel?
Who to talk to?
Brother, Mother. They stuffed my head.
Father wonderful, but now he’s dead.

Now it’s just me and my new shadows.
Lurking, silent, unrelenting, cold and draining.
They follow me everywhere, They’re always there
I can no longer hide. When will they go?
But I have my kids, although they’ll never know.
So far so good, they haven’t seen through my faces
My smile manufactured when I take them places.

I’ve done my dash, I had my chances
Just never meant to be, for me.
I see now that the kind of happiness I’ve always dream of
was only meant for others.
And so many others
What happened to me?

Goodbye D
Goodbye J
Goodbye K
I envy your happiness.

 

Break-Up/Long Distance Relationship, Escape/Suicidal Thoughts , , , , , , , , , ,

Wahnfried

Leave a comment Posted by on February 12, 2011

In mysterious union, once found, once lost,

We crossed into our illusion’s peace.

Where the new dawn fades and finds us not together.

Under the sightless stars with nothing left to wish upon.

In lunar lament, the moon is now a groping beacon,

To slumber and illuminate the space between us.

 

While the axe finds first the tallest tree,

While the sound of the flute returns to the bamboo,

We stroll through our illusion’s peace.

Past the mouth, the gate of our misfortune.

The ears for our loving words, the gaze of salt pillars,

Where for the first time, there is nothing again.

 

While we hold and harbor the space between us,

And separate the mirror from its reflection,

From our illusion’s peace, I bid thee come.

 

And you, so afraid of love, with wishes and outcomes

As dried leaves in a tottering breeze.

From our illusion’s peace, I bid thee come.

 

And you, keeper of the true smile, tormentor and savior,

Who would just as soon roll a stone

In front of our illusion’s peace, I bid thee come.

 

Come then and see the wounds,

Rest your fingers inside them and contemplate

Partners and partners and days of old.

Surely you need not change

In our illusion’s peace.

 

Let us stroll then, you and I,

Lost and found in the fading dawn.

Under the wishless stars and groping moon.

Past the fallen tree and the silent bamboo.

Past the pillars of salt.

 

Between the space and the mirror.

Between the leaves and the breeze.

With the smile and the stone.

With the old and the uncommitted faces

For whom you refuse to change.

 

Let us gaze then, you and I,

At the wounds and the wounds of love

With resting fingers, and let this time,

The first time, not be nothing again.

For here in our illusion’s peace, I bid thee come.

 

Afraid, Loneliness Experience , , , , , ,

Untitled

Leave a comment Posted by on December 29, 2010

I am always alone
nobody calls me on the phone
i cant talk to my dad cause he’ll just scream at me
my mother lives far away and i doubt that she’ll be
concerned with anyone else
besides herself
my hopes and dreams are
best put on the shelf
best forgotten about cause
all i want to do is hang out with people tonight
but i cant do that without starting some dumb fight
it doesn’t matter, even if i believe that im right
because at the end of the day
i still lose
left by myself with nothing to say
loneliness is not something that you choose
-Fremen

Loneliness Experience, Who am I? , , , , ,

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