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I've heard people are strange
When you're a stranger
A lesson learned
Only as you grow older

Faces look ugly
When you're alone
My past proves
No one pays no mind to what's shown

They say women seem wicked
When you're unwanted
My truth is I've wasted
All the time allotted

Streets are uneven
When you are down
Seemingly impossible
To find solid ground

The strange
Have faces they hide in the rain
It's strange
Couldn't be bothered to remember my name

Are you strange?
Am I strange?
Who isn't strange?

©2024
When yesterday aches to the point of tears,
And you don't know what tomorrow will bring,

When no one needs you,
And you need no one,

When life is just beginning,
And when life is already ending,

When you are alone at night,
When you are alone in broad daylight,

When you are still alone in a crowded room,

When it's too late to change anything,
And you can't turn back time,

When it's too late to stop,
But you can't go on,

When you can no longer forgive anyone,
And you no longer believe in anything,

When you are waiting for someone to come,
While someone else is waiting for you to leave,

When your tears have long since dried,
But the pain still lingers,

When you are no more...

It is because
Someone you love
Has forgotten you.
The poem talks about the deep loneliness and sadness when someone you care about forgets you. It describes feelings of being alone, even when surrounded by others, and the pain of being unable to move forward or change the past.

The repeated lines build a sense of hopelessness, leading to the realization that all these feelings come from being forgotten by someone you love.

It’s a heartbreaking reflection of how much love and connection mean to us and how their absence can leave us empty.
A, the solitary sentinel of the word alone –
A life that offers no change, even as I plead for a loan
A fractured rib from a heart weighed down, tell me what
bone can one pick against someone with a broken bone?

A day spent in the shadow of greener pastures, yet the rain
forgot to grace the grass a fugitive in the realm of love,
A criminal to the crime of love, steal a heart- still as one
adhering to the broken law.

A soul ensnared by the oppressive weight of their destitution – a
tempest of debts swirling in a perfect storm; lost in a cyclone
A, stands as the inaugural letter, forever the first to embrace
the chill of being alone.
Kristine Nov 12
The coldest night air,  
No different from space around,  
Stars lost in the dark,  
Silent echoes fill the void,  
Where time and light drift away.
When Loneliness is your spouse,
You two can lounge around in the house,
Be bored, say nothing and just be still,
Don't interact, just kick back and mainly just chill.

There's no talking back, no nagging, no sound
The House is so still that there's no one around
The lonely sets in, its just you alone,
Being in SOLITUDE is what is now shown

No backtalkling, nagging or even arguments,
Just a quiet still calmness
that is heaven sent

There's nothing wrong
with ISOLATION,
To be by yourself and
have RESTORATION,
It allows you the time
to be with one's self
Recooperate yourself
minus everybody else

There's nothing wrong
with having guest, but after
they leave you settle and rest,

So, happy to see them,
but, now it's time for them to leave
You finally unwind, relax
and can breathe


B.R.
Date: 11/9/2024
This one just came to me, IDK what do you guys think???? I'm just letting the words flow. I think it sounds crazy!!!
Ceeba Nov 8
I cried again last night,
I just hate doing that.
I hate how uncontrollably my tears fall,
How they just roll off my eyes, smash my pillow at free will,
While I try with all my might to not let the sounds of cry escape my lips.

I hate feeling so helpless,
I hate the dampness of my pillow in the morning,
I hate that I have to wake up before everyone else so I can fix my eyes,
I hate that I made this my norm.

Honestly I'm tired...
I'm tired of hiding my pain,
I'm tired of hiding my sadness,
I'm tired of hiding my anger,
I'm tired of hiding my breakdowns.

I don't want to be the strong one anymore.
No one checks up on the strong one.
I don't want to live under these assumptions of being a fighter,
I can't even hold up a fist.
I don't want to be dealt these cards anymore and be told to just make it work.

I'm tired,
I am so so tired.
I'm exhausted.
Just... depleted.
Why do I feel so lonely?

I have so many friends that love me--
no, like me--
no, tolerate me,
And I'm completely surrounded by people
all the time.

My mind is convinced that nobody actually wants to be my friend.
Don't get me wrong, they're all really nice.
But it believes that they're doing so out of sympathy,
pity.
I'm not really an interesting person,
I always overanalyze situations so that I can say the right thing, but then I get it wrong anyways.
I mostly just make things awkward because I have no idea what I'm doing.
I'm kind of just annoying, really.
I wouldn't want to be friends with me either.

So why do I feel so lonely?
It's not because I'm alone,
It's not because of them,
It's because of me.

There's something wrong with me.
Literally tho *** is wrong with me?
akiko Nov 6
I am utterly alone,
A hollow echo in the dark,
Where silence swallows every tone,
And hope fades like a distant spark.

The nights stretch long with aching still,
No hand to reach, no voice to call,
My tears are rivers, yet they spill
Unnoticed, unseen—nothing at all.
kel Nov 5
i said, i'm a loner.
he replied with, so you're lonely.
he's somehow right.
but a little wrong.

maybe a longer is like the moon,
never being able to fit in with the stars.
but it's kinda lonely.
so we spin around the earth,
sometimes letting them see us
and sometimes hiding away.

when it's cloudy,
and you can't see the moon-
maybe we were having a bad day.
and staying out of sight
makes us feel better.
slightly, at least.

some people love the moon,
and those are the ones
we cherish, and hold close to
our hearts. ♡
a poem for loners :)
Hollow Heart Nov 4
This is the time in life,
Where life is not worth living,
Each day gets harder to survive.
‘Life’ drags on day by day,
While you hope,
For something to go right,
But it never does.
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