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Poems of the Lonely

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Lonelier Now

I’m lonelier now than I’ve ever been before

yet everything is back to normal.

but now I know that I’ll never be with you

and my heart is dying, slowly, slowly, slower than everything

my soul is hiding behind it’s own shadow

and I am lying dead on the street

you were the one that I loved, or so I thought

I’m lying drowned in a pool of tears

don’t leave no one can die from a broken heart,

because i did, my body is still here

my mind is here to but what’s the use

my heart and soul are dead, shot, forgotten

all by loves twisted since of humor. I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorry

I couldn’t live as friends. now I pay the price

but did you have to do me this way, painful and cruel

or could you have let me down easy so I had a chance to come back

I don’t trust anymore. because I trusted you

and trusting you led me to my death

so I live alone, un-trusting, cold and bitter

but you will never know it was all because of you so what good is it, what does it matter it doesn’t anymore,

but you do know that we will never be the same again

and that is all you will know

~Dan

Poems by Yanci

Dreams

Dreams is all I have , but I’m not trying to walk through life and make them come true. In one year I will be out of high school and into the world. I am scare , but I know, that I’ll make it, I just have to try harder and harder everyday of my life.
by: Yanci

Comments: when I wrote this I was in the last days of my junior year. All the teachers were talking about how we had to start getting ready for our senior year and that it was going to be hard trying to choose which one was the right college for us. While each of them were saying this I realized that I have all this dreams of what I want to be and were I want to go but I am not trying to make them come true. That is when I started to write this poem because it says that I was feeling before and what I am feeling now.

A life crying

Why is life so difficult. Haven’t I suffered enough. Seventeen years of my life and it won’t stop. Why me, not that anybody deserves it , I guess that is how life is. You have got to suffer to be happy at the end.
by: Yanci

Comment this poem was also written at the end of my junior year. I was passing through hard moments. The problems with my mom were driving me crazy. I was feeling like she didnt’ want me here with her, as if she wanted me to leave and on top of it I knew that I couldn’t go anywhere. The rest of my family is in my country and we would just die of hunger and it would show that I am a failure which I am not. The poem says seventeen years crying because that is how old I am and I have been crying for two main reasons since I remember. Not feeling loved by my mom and knowing that my father denied me and never looked for me. I always think hat my life could had been better emotionally if he was with me.

With a mask

When I was a little girl , I would dream of the beautiful life that I was going to live. But I never thought that it would be the other way. I have to smile to cover up the tears. I have to pretend I am happy when I want to scream. I have to say I am fine when I want to say get out of my life. But one day I will take the mask off and show my real face. I just have to wait. I know that it will happen some day.
by: Yanci

Comments this poem has the same story as the previous one ( a life crying) I wrote it with a couple of days of difference but it was for the same feeling. I don’t show people who I really am.

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I love you

But you don’t even know me

you can’t even see me

you will never say my name

but you have caused me so much pain

always in vain I’m praying that just maybe you will call

but you never do

just once to say I love you

I pray so much so I can say I love you too

 

God send me an angel to heal my broken heart,

and my tired soul. I was not meant to be alone

God please send me an angel to save me from my self

I am stuck in my own private hell locked up in this cell of loneliness

Send me an angel to wipe the tears from my eyes and to change my life

 

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It is a spear piercing my throat.

It is the woman ripping my heart.

It is the darkness choking my neck.

It is the water I feel on my body,

Heavy and filling.

It is the fear of being alone.

 

It is the tears that I cry.

It is the pain in my stomach.

It is the self destruction of thought.

It is the fantasies in my head,

Making me smile.

It is what I do.

 

It is that day at the bridge

It is the look on her face

It is the sound of her voice

It is the new man she has

It is the love that I have

It is the love that she hasn’t

It is the

 

It just is.


 

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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.