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Nerina C Jul 2016
I purposefully isolate myself

when I finally hear the empty noise of my confinement;

I scream with with all my might

The shriek of my terrors, bouncing off the empty four white walls, try to fill the eerie white noise of my desolation, but to no avail

And I scream, not because i’m afraid

but because I hope someone
anyone

will come and save me from this empty, dark, shallow pit of loneliness.


He hears me call and he wraps around me


his deepest darkest secrets, wishes, and dreams ultimately become a humdrum beat to my ears

The white eerie noise reappears for a single moment
home and familiar
I run away from anything and everything unknown
to chase what I know

back to square one,

I sit contently

happily inside the four white walls.

Until…
the white noise returns indefinitely
and I begin
feeling trapped once more

screaming

crying


hopping


waiting…


for someone
anyone

over and over again.
April Jun 2016
I didn't have a voice- theirs were enough
I didn't reach for connections- their touch was enough
I didn't smile at the sun- their happiness took up all of the room
I didn't listen to silly stories- their tales were enough
I was labeled- freak

now their wheeling me away


blue and white lights dance in the street
facing the sky
I listen to their silence- finally
I smile- for myself
I touch my hand to the rhythm of my heart beat- I'm alive
I finally whisper, "I'm free"
its been way too long since I wrote a poem- and honestly I think this is very rusty, but at least its something I guess.
Julie Apr 2016
I walk around an empty room.
I scream at the empty walls: "I'm sorry for throwing away the pictures!"
I yell out at the locked door: "I'm sorry for slamming you too many times!"
I watch the ceiling with keen eyes.
The white plaster makes me think of my family.
I say: "I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry for walking out. I'm sorry for spending after school hours by the bench outside the bar. I'm sorry for sleeping in other beds. I'm sorry for taking love for granted. I'm-" I see no more. I must be leaving. At least I apologized.

I apologized to the empty walls, the empty door and my empty family on the empty ceiling but no one heard it but me.
I screamed into nothingness, seeking forgiveness but there was no one there to forgive me.  
I was alone.
-df Mar 2016
I’m a planet.

I, like them, feel surrounded.

Surrounded and Isolated.

How is that even possible?

I used to think being alone was hard.

Now I realize that I feel alone in a room full of people,

and that’s even harder.

I worry my planet is missing something.

Missing the will to keep moving.

But I know that I must, for I am a planet that will not burn out.

(-DF-03/04/16-)
Lajah Feb 2016
Tap
I will wait
and ache the pain
of leftover words
and unstable remains

And I heard feet tapping.
to the beat
humming this song
played on repeat.

I will hold grip
to what you said
when your mind was hazy
waiting for bed.

And I heard feet tapping
to this lingering song.
It is getting much louder
and I seem less strong.

I don’t think Ill fall
in love again
but I will forgive you.
Forget what I said

They skipped a beat
and the song kept going
they lost the tempo
but the world kept spinning.

I know you believe
I am to blame
but i am tired of giving
all to my name.

does this song move too fast
or I go too slow
The beat is everywhere
my head will soon blow.

So I guess they're right;
it is my mind that you reign.
Time for I to walk
before I go insane.

insane.
….

This song

oh this song

stop the music

it hurts to hear

the truth.
We have all been there.
Sarah Michelle Jan 2016
Wasteland--the people don't belong.
They must leave
so that the singular human
can be in its natural habitat.
Ice doesn't begin to describe
the summertime, the holidays,
spring,
every **** season.
Black Jewelz Jan 2016
How does it feel to feel stupid?

How is it, to be unappreciated?

What's it like to be unwanted?

What is the greatness of being ignored by all?

All the while enchantment dances in your eyes as you behold her ...

Tell me what it's like,

Diamond in the rough.
phalaenopsis Nov 2015
you know that feeling you get?
that feeling where its like you're watching everyone's life through some *****, fake, tainted glass.
that feeling that you're invisible, unseen and unclear to the world; like you don't even matter.
that feeling where you can't even understand the human beings around you,
are they from a different planet?
what language are they speaking?
because i swear you're sitting right next to me but the way you're talking makes you seem eons away.

that feeling where no one understands you,
or you don't understand anyone else.

that moment where you feel like a bystander,
watching through a movie screen,
as the others live their lives,
play their games,
and catch their fun.

that moment has been with me for days and months
its creeping up me like a pariah.

making me feel,
no making me un-feel.

i am isolated,
isolated by myself.

they say no man is an island,
well i am no island,
but i am a black house on a road with colorful apartments
all changing their decorations as the year passes

but i still remain,
black and alone.

sad and isolated.

i would ask for help but
they wouldn't understand.
isolation is my ruin
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