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Brumous Jan 28
"Please... Help me escape this reality and take me away;
So far away, send me to the world of fantasy. "

"Give me a door to the world of illusion, please..."

"Send me there, in hopes that I  find something that could fill that dissatisfied void inside of me,"

I'm such a coward. Who knew I had such feeble feelings?

Things like this aren't so necessary, right;?

Daydreaming is all I had;
And there's something I wanted to reach so bad.

I clutch onto the bars that keep me isolated. I see that ray of light;
it was merely inches away, yet it feels like miles apart from me.

Should I go and grasp for it?

Escape this prison of my mind and live in a life full of satisfaction?

Or will this thinking even get me far?

What if I failed?

Who will come to my rescue?

Who will save me from drowning in an ocean with no water as air stopped flowing down my lungs?

Can this heaviness be lifted?
This void within my chest?

If I was set free, who will accompany me in a vast world like this?

With this coop of thought that I have;
I'm no better than that person who was in a room with no doors, just four corners.
"Those who are alone, and stuck in their thoughts...
Will anyone try to understand them?"
Sometimes
I only need
Someone saying
I'm here for you
No questions
No judgment
made of clouds
evanescent
vagabond  into the sky
waiting for you to look up
before the wind
dissolves me
it is a meaningless curiosity,
to wonder where you went.
the anonymity of the future
seems to disembody what came
and went.

and i sat, and wept,
and inhaled what your cigarette bled.
there, lonesome, where
two sparks had once met.

a fire so bright that  
dripped kerosene where it stepped,
was put out by time,
and i observed as it crept.

i did spend restless nights,
and i prepare. more will come.
but trust me my dear,
one day you’ll know where i'm truly from.

just as you told me we were,
that there’d be no more “us”
as the sun rose in morn’
and then set off towards dusk.

the light will dismiss,
like the flicker from a chalice,
my skin will thicken
like mountains on an atlas.

and i will rise, and i will tremble,
as my words craft me a temple,
colossal in height, and treacherous in-depth,
where my scripture will live, and in solitude kept.

but you’ll hear, and you’ll listen, and you’ll reflect on my image
as i watch myself glisten, from you and beyond.

on that day, understand my duty as an artist,
and why my memory of you will last.
as the suffering turned to art for my future
will be composed of our distant past.

-melancholicreator
recently went through a breakup with someone i'm still completely in love with. this poem is about how i'll overcome these feelings of heartbreak and loneliness only to use my suffering for productive and creative art. i mean, what else can you do with pain besides let it consume you for the better or worse?
Katrina Aug 2019
Loneliness is the lead ball in the pit of your stomach.
You let it control you like the gods control the weather, you let it take charge of your life like your father did when he laid a hand on you.
You let the loneliness creep in under your pillow, so it can whisper darkness into your dreams.
Soon you will look at your life and wonder when you threw it away and decided that your own company was the only thing you were good enough for.
One winter you will ask yourself why you never tried harder and if that is the reason you're celebrating christmas alone.
When you turn 80 you will think about all the times you needed company and all the times your insecurities took the chance of ever getting it away.
Bimsara De Silva Apr 2019
Loneliness hits in waves

Crashing upon the heart like a bullet when you least expect it

The impact soon spreads to the brain

Riddled with self-doubt, you think if you are worth it

“What are you doing wrong?”

You could be sitting alone at night

You could be talking with a friend

But the gun always seems to fire, and the impact always seems to occur

Everlasting hurt your soul is subject to bear

Sometimes further isolation can happen

And sometimes you can surround yourself with friends

But regardless of the balm applied to this perpetual wound the pain can be felt

Loneliness hits in waves
an0nym0us Aug 2018
I can't speak loud
Sun that hide behind the clouds
Sight keeps going down
In emptyness, I've drown.

Are we really friends??
Attention you can't lend
Metal that can be bent
Bond made by lie, with rust it ends.

Fibers in my chest are weak
Fragile vase that leaks
Mask that is tough and fierce
You got me mentally and emotionally pierced.

I'm in happiness, but also in pain
Inside my vase, a world with an unending rain
When flood over flows, through my eyes it drains,
Behind a mask, it can be hidden and leaves no stain.
its a big mistake for me to fall inlove with some one who can never love me back...
an0nym0us May 2018
I feel lonely
Because you are too busy
I guess I'm not lucky
To have you back beside me.

I lost my emotions
I'm in no position
I know the cautions
I can't believe I'm in this situation...

I'm missing something...
But I have that something...
But the way I'm feeling,
It feels like I have nothing.

You belong to me and so do I to you,
But it feels like I belong to no one knows who...
I guess you are too occupied to feel it too,
And I'm just here waiting for you.

This is strange...
I expect nothing serious with this long range...
I don't even love you at all!
And yet my chest felt like I had a harsh fall.
I have a man but...it feels like I dont...
AAron Roz May 2018
Do you ever blame yourself for everything?
Have you ever just wanted to curl up and be left alone?
This is me every day, every week, every month, every year...
You cut, and pop pills, and choke yourself out, but what good does it do?
You can't change who you are or what happens.

"You are you
that's truer than true.
there's no one alive,
that's youer than you."
(-Dr. Seuss)
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