You find yourself alone
Maybe for the first time
Maybe you bump into loneliness like you would an old classmate at the grocery store
Maybe its the same as hearing a song on the radio that your mother used to sing to you before bed
New, yet familiar
Perhaps you were deserted by the one person you needed the most
Perhaps your love affair became a crime scene
Perhaps you are just now realizing that your rough edges do not, and never have, fit into the puzzle of this life
Either way, the weight of the thick fog of isolation is not leaving your chest
You have spent time in grey
In beige
In mundane
In stoic
In complacent.
You are familiar with apathy as if it were swimming in your own blood stream.
Not so much soulful, just soulless.
Waking up every morning to the promise of an entire world,
But even that couldn’t get you out of bed.
You do not feel poetic
You have no desire to create music
Nor writing
Nor art of any kind
You wish to simply sit very still
Until the lines of distinction between you and the rest of the world fade away
And you can dissolve into your background
Although you are eager to dispel this disease of desolation,
You must resist that urge to vanish
You have just been given the gift of solitude
And although you may feel like you have been vexed
Do not be mistaken!
There is no greater freedom than to be undefined
Learn to love the full tone of silence
Talk to yourself in the language you knew even before birth
-And then listen
You will unfold
Blossom
You will be created
Realize that your worth does not diminish when you are alone
You are no less intelligent
Or witty
Or beautiful
When there aren’t eyes or ears to witness you
If you begin to miss the danger of loving someone
Put your fingers to your neck and realize you have the power to stop your own breath
Put your fingers to your heart and realize that you are now inches away from the only thing keeping you alive
Realize, that that is pretty much the same as loving someone.
Learn to open yourself up
You are guts and bone and veins and they are not beige.
Learn to stand on your head
And as the earth becomes heavenly and the heavens keep you grounded,
See that you are not static
Dig inside yourself and removed the rotting routine with your own two hands
Let it get stuck under your nails,
Make a nest in the creases of your knuckles
Look down and see
A map of apologetic survival
A map of quiet desperation
A map of a place you never want to see again
And then don’t see it
Ever ever again
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 8:03 PM UTC
Don’t think you’re less if you’re happy hanging with your breath
This life is not a test to see how many best
Friends you make in a day
You’re no less striking if you’ve taken a liking
To solitude, stop fighting, you don’t have to abide
To society’s way
If you’re happy in your head
than solitude is blessed and
being alone becomes ok
It’s only lonely when you tell yourself
You’re the only one
Who feels that way
Give respect to silence
Ya no man is an island
But that doesn’t mean we’re all the same
And it doesn’t mean that we’re not connected
Or that we aren’t affected
By the things that you say
But you might just be missing out
On what life’s all about
When you try and keep the loneliness at bay
You can find power
In each flower
But you don’t know the strength of the bouquet
Until you’ve become acquainted with the quiet
Until you’ve explored the highest
Form of your decay
It is only then, that you’ve strengthened
And toughened enough those rough edges
For the the loneliness to go away.
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC
I knew the woman at the Shopper's Drug Mart had never had her heart broken when she kicked me out of the hair aisle for slathering shampoo onto my chest for I was hoping that the suds would seep into my skin and find their way to my heart.
The label on the bottle read "anti breakage" and I just couldn't resist a try.
It didn't work however.
Possibly because the skin that stretches across my rib cage is no longer flesh, but scar tissue.
Or maybe its because I see the world in metaphors.
I am a Chinese flower *** and my cracks are full of gold.
My heart is a quilt made of mix-matched fabric of flaws and failures crudely sewn together with good intentions.
I am the paradox of the bumblebee who hurts herself way more to sting than to stay.
But I am too complicated to me a metaphor.
I am a human, flawed and fabulous, still trying to find out why I'm here and too naive to see I'll never know.
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 11:31 PM UTC
"Everyone feels their emotions in a different way"
my mother had tried to explain this to me on many occasions but I never got it
It wasn't until I started loving you that I realized it wasn't so much a way, but a place
I feel everything in my chest
Like when I first knew I liked you
We were doing our chemistry homework and the smell of your skin blocked me from thinking
You told me, "I'm glad we met."
I felt an overwhelming sensation of
joy, excitement, nerves , potential, trepidation, wonder, and hope
I felt it rise to the bottom of my throat and gurgled like a stream right after the rains in May
Finally it overflowed into the eloquent and graceful words of
"oh ya.....shit"
Or the first time you told me you loved me
I swallowed the words down into my chest where they bounced off each rib like a xylophone
Until I spat out the melody of
"Holy Crap, I love you too."
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can still feel them ringing
Or the last time we talked
When you said you didn't think you could give me the time you thought I deserved,
When I knew you were saying you didn't love me anymore
When you grabbed my ego by her black hair and slit her throat
Her blood dripped down my trachea and into my lungs
And I stood there drowning in my own murdered self confidence
Until I spewed out the blood soaked works **** you" onto your memory
And every night since then
I can feel my ribs caving in on themselves, puncturing my insides
The same ribs that were once the waterbed for my stream of emotion
The same ribs that used to be the keys of a xylophone
And I lie there and can breathe out nothing but the absence of you
Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:32 AM UTC
There are really only three things you need in life
Firstly, your family, to teach you to be kind
Second, friends to share your wine
The third however, is harder to find
Someone to share your heart, body, soul, and mind
Of these things I have the easier two
But I lack the third in lacking you
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
I hum the tune of loneliness
I add the harmony of your absence
All to the beat of heartbreak
And I dance to it all night
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:30 AM UTC
The books my mother read to me
In the dim lamplight while I fought
Against the weight of my eyelids
Taught me that I was to be saved, so I waited.
But my prince never came.
I set off on my own journey.
I got dirtied, bruised, and burnt.
I met ogres, fought dragons and battled witches.
Finally, I arrived to find you
Using the last of my strength
I reached up to knock on the high walls of your heart
"Open to me!" I said
But you stayed behind your doors
And peered at me through the cracks
My hair was a mess and my dress was torn
And you threw me out of your castle
For I looked nothing like any princess you had seen before
You could not see that it had been all for you.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC
Sometimes I can feel nothing at all
Except the time washing over me
Taunting me with its assurance
Taunting me with its infinity
Making a fool of me
And I find it strange
To be anything at all.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:30 AM UTC
You crept into the fissures of my brain
And you tidied the dustiest corners of my mind.
You got through the cracks of my fears,
Around the rifts in my trepidations
And on top of my deepest enigmas.
You reached down into the crevices of my doubts
And relieved me of their burdens.
But since you've left
I have started to gather dust again.
My crevices have started to fill up
And again I am weighted down with their might.
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:22 AM UTC
If you dusted my heart for fingerprints
You'd find they're all yours
If you searched my whole body for clues
You'd find the imprint of your hands on my hips
The scent of your skin in my lungs
The sound of your voice in my ears
You'd find the reflection of your eyes in mine
The warmth of your body still in my mind
And the folds of your skin under my nails
Dec 8, 2013
Dec 8, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC