#loneliness poem

[mynotespoems]

i’m mrs. lonely

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[eldrych42]

And all I hear is 

            silent laughter

            sorrows deeply felt 

            wonder at the world 

            anger for injustice 

  the sheer loneliness of every human soul 

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[thegentleintellectual]

What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shameful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I’m trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing.

Excerpt From: Laing, Olivia. “The Lonely City.”

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[agathokakologicalbeing]

the tale.

‘I stared at you with my starry eyes in wonder.

You, only you, who have seen me as a whole even when no one else could.

Your smile that lights up my existence.

Your tender hands that are warm to touch.

Your eyes that look into the abyss with hope.

I stare in wonder; do you know what I think of you?

 

‘As a gust of air blows and I lose my balance,

You are there, once and for all, to pull me back.

If getting closer to you were to curse my presence,

Then I’d rather be cursed for life than stare into the void.

As there would be no me without you,

I stare in wonder; do you know who you are to me?

 

‘Your tiny explosions like the hands of a beckoner,

Summoning me closer than I was already.

A star in the midst of the gazillions of stars that burn,

The ruler of the tiny system I call my world.

The Explorer said you were both my honey and my poison,

I stare in wonder; do you know I’d still take you gladly?’

 

Such was the tale, the story, the lore,

Of the Moon who fell for the Sun.

Little did the Moon know,

That the Sun didn’t need them.

For the Sun can exist on its own,

Lonely and bright and beckoning their own family,

To join them and perish.

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[tulisanvara]

Ia tidak tahu cara berteman dengan manusia, sebab sepanjang hidupnya, ia sembunyi-sembunyi berpelukan dengan trauma.

Saat kutanya banyak hal tentang perasaannya, ia tidak mampu menjawab, ia bahkan tidak memahaminya. Rupanya, ia tersesat dan tidak satupun manusia menolongnya.

Ia lancar membicarakan isi hati dan pikirannya dengan kucing, bunga-bunga, malam, dan setiap bagian semesta yang memberinya percaya. Tapi, tidak dengan makhluk sejenisnya.

Ia menitipkan pesan yang harus kusampaikan kepada yang sudah baik dengannya, katanya; maaf dan terima kasih tak terhingga.

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[givemeyourall]

the loneliness is overwhelming

and the sadness takes it toll

#poetry #loneliness poem #sadnees

[emilydickinsonswife]

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[flur-ravens-dumping-ground]

Lonely bird in the wind flies

Lonely bird in the wind flies

wings tired - only pain and demise

that await this little bird

which flies with no tribe

and when it cries -

..why would it scream as on the ground it dies

#poets on tumblr #poetry #loneliness poem #nature poem

[nothingtolose-awrites]

Thoughts Together, Thoughts Alone

Somehow in my youth I was convinced there was so much inside of me begging to get out that it could escape through self inflicted surface wounds. 

Even as a child, I felt like there was something thick and rancid flowing in me and that if I bled it out, if I tore apart flesh and picked at scabs it would somehow leave my body and then I would feel okay again.

It worked, or at least I thought it did for a long time. I would hurt and then for a few moments I swore I could see it, a thick ooze from my body, invisible leeches lapping it up and then I could crush them under my toes or like big fat ticks I could crush under my nails just how my parents taught me. 

I used to have this recurring dream I would be in an accident and when people came to find me I would just be filled with bugs, pouring out of my eyes, my nose, my mouth, my ears- a never ending infestation.  

Sometimes, even ten years later I still scratch my skin just a little bit harder, like they’re still waiting under the surface. In all honesty, the ooze never really went away, I just understand now there is no bleeding it out, no broken bones to eradicate the feelings; the only real cure is honest and true healing.

It’s easier said than done.

Despite my lack of medication and limited therapy, I do honestly know I’m in a better place now. And maybe it's more of a skill now, the fact that I just simply had been bad for so long that I got good at it, that I can handle more than what others consider appropriate so now when I do struggle I am self aware enough to recognize the signs of when it’s getting bad, when i'm paranoid, when im delusional or manic or severely depressed. I’m simply prepared to handle it more than I was as a child.

I’d like to think it’s because I honestly am better now. 

I’d really like to think that, but I don’t put my heart into it. There’s only so many times you can let yourself down before it breaks your heart. 

I’m really tired of breaking my own heart.

So I try not to tell others that I’m doing better really. As much for their benefit as mine. I remember sobbing, holding myself and rocking where I sat that I thought I was doing better, that I don’t know where I went wrong or what happened, that I swore I was doing better. 

That’s an easy way to break your own heart, to have expectations for yourself and only realizing you still fall short despite how hard you feel like you’ve worked. 

So to be as non-transparent and confusing as possible, I will say that yes, I am doing better and I am also the same as I have always been.

I feel a little like Schrodinger's cat in that sense, that I may be better or just the same at the same time because who I am is inside a box and something may detonate at any time but there is no way to say for sure how or when or if it ever will.

I try to live my life through kindness. I don’t know what I would do if I wasn’t kind, being kind is my absolution. Even if I believe there is something intrinsically wrong with me ( I always have and worry I always will) at least I try to be kind to others no matter what, even if I am not kind to myself. 

In an honestly roundabout way, it’s selfish I know. The fact that I’m kind to others as a way to say I’m worth keeping alive, that I deserve living despite my flaws only because I actively treat others with kindness. 

But that’s not really the only reason, so I try not to judge myself too hard over it. I really do feel better when I’m kind to others, when I support and am honest and respectful, even if they aren’t always that way to me.

I haven’t decided if its all some personal ploy and extensive manipulation to make people like me somehow. I thought it was for a long time, but honestly that sounds a lot like the delusions I try so hard to get rid of, the ones that eat and pick at my brain.

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[anarco-misantropo]

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[myfakeplasticlove13]

I don’t know man :/ i think I’m just tired of being me

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[dogearedstories]

Alone

I always saw myself as an independent soul always things to do always somewhere to go always geared to discover new people and new places always eager to see the world and all its different faces now once again I find myself somewhere new and strange but this time I’m without my love without my very best friend and it’s hard a challenge to be on my own a problematic time to have to…

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[lovely-abeille]

on losing love

leo & catherine, the great // your love finds its way back, sierra demulder // holly warburton // ?, sue zhao // cassandra: a novel and four essays, christa wolf // ? /// ? // horoscope for the heartbroken, schuyler peck // i bet on losing dogs, mitski // war of the foxes, richard siken

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[thegentleintellectual]

If I could have put what I was feeling into words, the words would have been an infant’s wail: I don’t want to be alone. I want someone to want me. I’m lonely. I’m scared. I need to be loved, to be touched, to be held

Excerpt From: Laing, Olivia. “The Lonely City.”

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[deadandxalive]

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There's so much I want to say but I can't find the words to say them.

There are so many things I feel every second that passes by but I can't describe them.

There's so much I want to share but I don't have anyone to share them with.

There are so many things I want to experience but

I find myself without you.

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[metamorphesque]

I need you to love me more, love enough to drown it out (mitski)

― Stevie Smith, Richard Siken, Ana Lucía Ceballos Cáceres, Emily Palermo, Katrien de Blauwer, Natalie Diaz, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Natalie Wee, Jenny Slate

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