Solitude
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The third and last poem in my final project assigned under the ELA 12 poetry unit.
Dated 10/22/2019
The vividness of the moon illuminates
As the night ages
The stars, they too shine oh so greatly
A dance of twinkling they’ll engage in
This screen is a window to a world
of friends getting together,
of people finding love,
of people achieving success,
with little to no effort.
I look at all the people presented to me
I'm reminiscing being back in Mexico sitting on a beach, I was Alone.
The most at peace I have ever been, Alone.
Coolin’, Not stressing myself over troubles that been handed to me or those self-inflicted, Alone.
A day out of 366
Stars spun around and spanned
My words spiced with salts of a hysterics
The loneliness of which is damned
But joy I keep, is even
And when I sip, the life goes on
I lay in the solace of my soul,
Alone and desolate,
The wound is as deep as the ocean,
tomorrow is as black as coal.
just add water.
i like to think of myself as one of the most unbothersome children out there.
i wonder what you would be like if you spent a day in my shoots.
wouldn't that be funny?
if you grew like me?
Nobody will save you
Your friends are miles away
Your family is busy again
Your mentors don't exist
Not gonna lie, this is shit
This place is always a little lonely
At the weekends...no noise and life;
I like solitude,
But not in places
Where there’s recently been
A lot of people.
Reclusiveness protects you
Can it be explained? Or must it be felt?
In simple words, polluted by frequent emptiness,
Can the darkness be described? Should it?
The longer it stays caged within the walls of my mind,
Like the fading wick of a burning candle,
Whose flame withers with every breeze
You crave the dark peace that accompanies
Solitude
Rather than give authority of your fate
over to time alone,
I dream’t you on the pillow beside me
lips silent, only our eyes speaking.
Hands clasped, imaginations free.
As the night continued aging
Our souls grew more unruly
Till our love did bend its wing.
Below my house, a blissful river trips and falls.
Though faint, I hear its whispers and its calls.
Oh the fool I am, succumbing to it”s spell
I Rush to the water so this desire will dispel.
There’s a billion stars in the sky
And only one moon.
It’s a gift to be alone,
But a price for solitude.
PowerrewoP © thb 01/09/2019 17:08:52 wednesday
P O W E R
shimmers wind
If only people could understand me,
And know how I want to live.
Trust me, there would be a real smile on my face,
Rather than slightly curvy lips.
Spiritual solitude
When your life becomes a new
When truth becomes your view
When you shed the pain and hurt you have been through
Now like a butterfly finally leaving its cocoon
Such darkness there
You find yourself in solitude
Who are you to disrespect your mother?
And be so impolite and rude
Your demeanor must change
If you are going to get somewhere in life
The Wind Whispers
The wind whispers in our ears....A song to be heard
The wind whispers in our ears…A story to be said
As we stand in the green lush meadows
The sounds come to our heads note by note
Through the time I traverse, moment to moment, memory to memory.
The riches on the way, I always grab a fistful.
One by one they slip away as it is in their nature.
Little remorse is felt since they are but ephemeral.
Life is indiscriminatory,
one attribute is shared amongst all,
the feeling to pursue happiness.
Many distractions await on the voyage through life;
i was 17 the last i spoke with my father.
he came
home that tuesday night smelling toxic,
with the world giving away beneath his feet.
bloodshot pinball eyes, carrying
1000 unconfessed sins and
meeting him as a kid,
cold and indifferent,
but mostly confused and scared,
i took him under my wing:
isaac.
dull dead eyes,
gray skin dotted with red sores,
the road of failure is
painted
in the color of hope
and leads to the jagged cliff
where my dreams
jumped.
the road back home is
brightly lit
and leads to a state of
Stop what you are doing and make believe this thought:
Pretend you are alone & safe on a Himalayan mountain
Meditate & somehow find yourself sitting there in a warm room.
At peace & willing -
simply suffer in silence
as solitude seeks me out
my mind is full of violence
but against these thoughts i shout
falling deep in day dreams
i find the pain there doesn't count
your fine,
when everything becomes too much
my brain is filled to the brim
with stress anxiety and such
I'm drowning, help me swim
I need to isolate myself, my fortress of solitude
The traveler stopped for restthe sky a silver hue,the sun setting in the westthe waters, a dark blue.
A crisp fall morning.
Waking up just before the sun rises.
Watching the steam of a freshly brewed cup of coffee billow through the air.
The scent of a freshly lit candle fills your lungs, seeing it's flicker from afar.
In the biting cold I walk,
Barefoot and in tattered attire,
My dirty pants, ripped at the knees,
Folded at the waist and tied to my body
By an old and dirty rope coming apart,
This is me, this is morning,
She
pens her whispers into hushed handwriting.
shouts her fears, thoughts, angers into the cold clean air.
slinks through every inhalation that passes,
Music is powerful.
With it,
nothing cannot be achieved.
Even when trapped on a
deserted island,
an iPod full of music
can become a vehicle
for the mind's eye.
a discussion with a friend about Extroversion and Introversion
led to this: you're spending the Rest of your life on an island.
if you had the choice between living in Solitude
I struggle through that crowd
That marches through the day;
It’s rambunctious and loud—
A chaotic parade.
Come away with me to a far away land
where we'll stroll on the water and wade through the sand,
And together we'll rest in sweet company
yourself and I, I all alone since you're me,
I wish it all to stop,
I am tired of these tears, these aches
Pressed into me and stamped on my back.
I am searching for sunshine
And for these tears to relax.
Relax in the sun or in the shade.
A heart can be corrupted,
Suffocating under the malicious hand of darkness,
Its armor chipped away piece by piece
By the thoughts that torment our souls,
Mr. Bully
Do you know how I feel?
I wake up in the morning, and my mother hugs me tightly
...Listen It is when immersed in a moment of silence that all the universe breaks forth in song and I a recipient simply sit in awe of the wondrous symphonic orchestrations
The rustic life, pastoral scenes, the basis of idyllic dreams the simple ways of nature come, its harmony in total sum. These country settings, warm and real,
We spend endless nights
wandering around
for a simple answer
nowhere to be found.
We scream and yell,
cry and swear
that love is all we need
but it is never what we receive.
Quiet is the observer
Motionless in kaleidoscopic torment.
I thought until thought was meaningless.
“Grab the pen! Grab it, you coward!”
A ceaseless voice streams
Through an intravenous drip.
Darkness creeps in from every corner.
Gnawing into your soul.
Fear of the world around you,
Sorrow written with the tears tracing your skin,
Desperately shedding the agony left unspoken.
Sorrow that slowly consumes you from within,
Greedily slicing apart the heart that once dreamt.
I feel. Unspoken words
I feel a wrath beyond my state
Whether to a walk with or without
I can't let go. I can't do so
The dark throughout the void
Numbing and naked,
Beguiled by the sullen sea.
Tidal your waves relentlessly
And pour down on me,
Your misery.
A love is something that should cause no tears
I had my share of hopeless sighs and yet
I'm free of care without a cause to fear
Strength is now only a word
Mock me again
I know now that love is lost
Dreams are ashes in the air
All that is beauty inside is no longer
It is now a rugged mountain
Of no hope
Sometimes I feel loneliness in my soul, loneliness that even with people around me it can’t be removed
A loneliness that I have since December
Not even with the funniest joke will this great solitude purge.
How does one get away from this bottom less pit, of what we call "life"
In the distance, there is a house
A house that is vacant, and beautifully covered with
Solitude.
i do not like to feel
the emotions take over
leaving me broken and vulnerable
it's hard to deal
feeling hopeless
feeling alone
that's why i've cornere myself off in this fortress
Sweet mother, Sweet mother, do not forever flee from me,
I long for you tonight in the black flowing sea.
Please brother, Please brother, do not stow away from them,
Empty, solitary, realxed,
and let go.
The inner floosy of my heart is free
to close her eyes and rest.
I usually see one other
joining my personal solitary confine.
Not today though;
The sound shut out from a crowded room
Hearing one note after another, clear and smooth
Calm, Serene
Only when that noise enters
From the crowds of people
Laughter, Chatter
Do I feel completely alone
Oh there is a bliss in solitude
There is beauty in peace
And content in silence
No more wanting,
not needing but having
and loving
The more I think, the more I wish I, pushed stop then hit rewind.
I wish things would just go back to the way they were,
I was indeed happier and felt your smile next to mine.
I roam from here to thereremaining discontent.My heart won't call this place a home,It must stay unattached.Everything is so unreal,I know it won't be long.Slowly I will drift away,
I came here alone, others are apparitions.
Strangers to mother's.
Opponents to father's.
Siblings are apparitions.
Friends are apparitions.
Lovers are apparitions.
When cold, they slowly spread
Icy, sleepy, dead.
When hot, it all moves so quick
Bright, fiery, slick
They say particles move by heat
Is that not deep?
Do I move because I am deep?
Her eyes were blue
like the ocean.
The salty waves form
and roll on shore,
her cheek.
The continue to flow
until they drown her.
Her eyes,
the sea,
a door.
Can I be understood I wonder
I am so awfully unique
The good and bad of it is so plain
My voice makes no thunder
My view is too terribly bleak
My reality too much to blame
On something so horribly cheap
I saw a million people
Standing on a hill,
Under the grey and square sky.
When I went to ask them,
What they were doing,
They remained silent.
Seeking validation
Like a penny on the street
How many pounds of complacency before
We forget to eat
Walking through this
Void of regression
We are blind to
The subtle conversations
the forgetfulness of tomorrow
around come the stars
heaven’s forgotten
in a launch past mars
whoever foretold
the fortune of the future
was sure of the truth
only to be fooled
"I'm so lonely. I'm Mr. Lonely.
I have nobody..."
these words ring true in my ears
from that shitty song so popular a lifetime ago.
But back then I didn't listen
and couldn't empathize.
I had a friend and
Sitting in an empty room with nothing but me
Enclosed by four walls that stare at me
With no mercy or sympathy they stare
With menacing eyes they stare
As I sit on the cool beach sand, my toes greet the brisk lake water. I close my eyes while I breathe in the crisp, clean, morning air, as I search for the light through the thick early fog. I can hear the loving call of a loon to its mate.
I remember once, on a kayakpaddling down a river:my movements were the only ripples.
Far from the white waterseven the trees are silent,and the fish stay deep.
Running deep The Still
Trapped down to nil
Break out, refrain to scream and shout
Fuscoferuginous rhythm weeps
Agnate to sheep, in sleep
Coveting not to keep the meek
Unable to leace and miss
From out that doorway I detect
the smell of home,
or rather, that-which-would-be-home,
if I had made it my home.
I do exist in the depths of solitude
And in the depths of fear.
I see and experience the clashing of two conflicting souls.
These two sides are equal and opposite, constantly pushing against each other.
Loneliness is a silent killer.
It lingers in the darkness,
Amidst shadows of remorse.
Under feelings of joy,
Behind eyes of sorrow.
Between fingers upon wrist,
Spilling through steel and flesh.
It’s just an empty room,
crowded,
with people.
Their mouths move,
but nothing comes out.
A finger points furiously there.
A hand waves even further away.
A foot stomps vigorously somewhere.
A stressful room inside a restless house
I sit with noise, never sleeping
I walk through the room scattered with paper
Each piece resembling trash littered upon the pavement
"Maybe today will be different," I think
"Maybe things will change," I hope
"Maybe something good will happen," I pray
"Maybe today is the day it will all turn around."
Convincing is hard to do
If I’d rather watch
Will I ever rather roam?
If I’d rather dwell on futures
Will there ever be just one?
If I never talk about it
Will they leave me here alone?
If I never
Is rather a choice?
Waging war on a futile society
Where we still discover
The same things repetitively
Reducing our knowledge to none
As we take on a lifestyle based upon
A culture of solitude
Where all one needs is oneself
My name is subject to change;
I stray among the others, freezing in their shadows.
This beating; the beating of my heart.
Pulsating with courage.
These trembling hands, they'll be the hands of a hero.
