Loneliness is a feeling
That encompasses my very being.

Nobody really cares
It doesn't matter if I'm here or there.

Don't worry your family
"You're in school, you're fine"

But this isn't okay.
I don't want to feel this way day after day.

Connect with a friend, reach out for support
But silence has blocked me, built a secure fort.

I'm tired of being hopelessly alone.

Dark is the night, by the light of day

Harsh are the words, which some people say

Grievous the malaise, which we often feel

Deep are the wounds, of a hurt that won’t heal

Lasting the wrong, to whom it is done

Fleeting the moment, when praises are won

Tragic the loss, of someone we love

Empty the feeling, when they are thought of
WIZDUMBs BY JA 619

if everyone answered
honestly
when they were asked
how are you
I wonder
how many lives would be saved

how many friendships made

as for me,
I'm depressed
exhausted
anxious
crashing
but still smiling

and one of a million

though
considering
I'm asked this question
at least two hundred times
during work
maybe it's better
we aren't honest
rhetorical question
generic response
maybe it's better
we hide

...........
Her:K
Him:?
Her:What do you want?
Him:For you to be happy
Her:K
Him:Are you happy?
Her:Sure
Him:I'm sorry. My heart isn't anything. You are my art. Everything I do is for you. I'm a fool for loving you. I truly try to show my love. But everytime you fly away like a dove. So beautiful and pure. I love you. I hate you. But I still need you. I want you to be happy. So I'll do everything until you are happy.
Her:K
Him: Bye :( I love you
Her:K

The calender reads 2016
But its feels more like 1984
Have you heard the crying
The American dream
Lying dying in the streets
While big brother
Is strapping blinders
On our heads
And shackles to
Our hands and feet
Were being lined up
By the rows
Willing prisoners
Of the slave power
Empire of minimum wage
Shuttling our children
Off to the animal farm
Market of big business
And big lies
***** water mixed
In with the rotting
Apples of the
New American pie
The sugar isn't sweet
To the starving
In the street
While trash cans
Over flow in the back lots
Of the super market
Super chains
Of the slave power
Empire of criminal rage
And its the cold dark waters
Of nuclear waste
Soaking the pages of the calender
That reads
2016
In these days that feel like
1984
No kindness or compassion
For hands shaking tin cups
Needing just a little change
Just a little shelter
From their sad weather lifes
Living on the cold ground
Below our overpass ways
No shelter and no change
No compassion and no kindness
In the fist and pockets
Of the slave power
Empire of ignorant ways
Bullets, bombs and hate
Harvesting fresh blood
For the ink
To print the pages of the calender
That reads
2016
As politicians write us back
Into the pages of the days of
1984

I envy not in any moods
  The captive void of noble rage,
  The linnet born within the cage,
That never knew the summer woods:

I envy not the beast that takes
  His license in the field of time,
  Unfetter'd by the sense of crime,
To whom a conscience never wakes;

Nor, what may count itself as blest,
  The heart that never plighted troth
  But stagnates in the weeds of sloth;
Nor any want-begotten rest.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
  I feel it, when I sorrow most;
  'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

15 year ago* ...
when she first felt the taste of rejection
when her father didn't show any affection
towards his family, & left them with no connection

9 years ago ...
he came back with flowery promises
& they believed, but it diminishes
back then, it was all worthless

5 years ago ...
her classmates start gossiping behind her
faking smiles infront of her
humiliating her when she turns

4 years ago ...
when he transferred school but faced the same perosnalities
heard different & painful stabbed profanities
left with no one to hold on

a year ago ....
she knew the word wrist & blade
knowing it could be the aid
for everything that has been made

Now ...
she's facing the obstacle of life
don't know if she could still handle
the pain it was giving her
or should she rather die
to be numb once again,
to run from the thornful road of her journey?

Every thing you see
With all of your eyes
All of your reality
Is shifting
Like the sand
And the sea

Do not cry
Or wonder why
Accept this truth
Like a lover
In your youth

Drink deep
With all your senses
Taste
Embrace
This wisdom consort
Of yours

She will  take you
To a place
Of bliss and grace
Far away
From the human race

Sean Hunt  May 14 2016