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Lonely Heart Feb 29
We're quite a like
Staring down at the sea below
No one looks back at me above
The sea line submerges in waves
If I were to drown, what a thought
Consumed in darkness and frost
Lost in thoughts, the seas and the waves
Move me into somberness
The slow descent
Upward ascent
Into the sea of dreams
Where no one hears my voice
Water moves without cause
I live without a reason
We're quite a like
Lonely Heart Feb 27
I've found it increasingly that the things I thought I was missing out on are nothing special.

The people, their lived experiences, their actions, thoughts, and feelings are all the same.

There is no new dimension or added experience to care about.

People are so breathtakingly simple, their flaws, their quirks, their obsessions are so easily displayed.

I struggle to not show my contempt at their nature yet and what of it?
Lonely Heart Feb 25
The further I go, the less I believe

What's with the need, for me to deceive

No one even cares, about all my screams

I don't even care, enough to believe


NOW!

I could sing a song

And you should sing a long

Come on let it out, don’t try to be strong

After all, they’re just going to hear it wrong


What did they tell you?

That home is where the heart is?

Life gets better if you give it a chance?


But what if misery has made its place

Laying its laurels to rest in our space


Everywhere you go

IT follows

Beating that drum


Flowing in your blood

That’s the siren’s song

Of misery’s embrace


So sing along you dumb *******

It’s okay I’m ******* disgrace too
Lonely Heart Feb 14
Cast in my shadow is someone else
Neither darker or lighter than myself
Seeing unhappiness in everything else
Why would I ask for any wealth?
When my heart is emptier than death
The wincing shock in my chest
Leaves me without rest
Shattered illusions
Ripples on a wave
Glass embeded in my flesh
Gushing bleeding turning and grieving
All for a chance to escape this steel mesh
Lonely Heart Feb 12
A poem not original
The wind whispers a howl deranged
Her breath slows, its time
A flood of emotions, only artifical
Regrets loom knowing no equal
Soon her mind disappears
Eyes flash open full of fear
Death closes in oh so so near
A silent rustle
Filled with her wordless hums
Why had she given herself up?
She sees things more clear
Than from her fears
The task at hand complete
Her life fading from her feet
She wishes she hadn't
Even though her pain knows equal
She wishes she'd known
To fight for her right
To be unequal
But now its done
She is done
She's gone
In that moment
With tears in tow
She'a left us
Lonely Heart Feb 11
I am shocked by the serenity surrounding me
Finding closure was no longer a fantasy
The calm that stills the sentient ripples of consciosness
The departure of lonesome thoughts and inebriation
A hole in my chest that could not be put to rest
Yet it all faded away in a moment, a short moment of release
When the knot in my chest was at its least
All those defenses finally undone and the tears I've wanted to shed finally ran
With the noose on my neck loose around my chest
I can finally lay to rest this morbid festival of pain
I want to live but not for another's deign but for my own will and worth I will live once again
Lonely Heart Feb 5
Lend me an ear
Or a helping hand
For a destitute queer
Left upon these lands
Roaming with fear
Of an ever striking hand
Man is so frightful
Yet women are deceitful
A modicum of grace
To exit this rat's race
Ascending to the clairvoyant light
All I see the is the darkest of nights
The misty reflection upon the pond
The dark side of the moon that grows fond
I don the most dreary of expressions
Omissions of derision and deceit
A young lass still ******* on her mother's ****
Yet the pain that weighs on her empty heart
Knows no bounds, home is where the heart is
And in her heart misery resides
It lays it laurels of pain to rest in her being
Every where she goes it follows
The beating of a drum, the beating of her heart, and the siren song of misery's embrace
For darkness is fond of company and mist is its greatest ally
Lend me a hand, and I'll greet you with a grim countenance
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