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this wave of sadness hit me now,
no-where seemes a happy place to be now

it hurts to breathe,
it hurts to listen,
it hurts to speak,
it hurts...
it just hurts to exist

its not an even experience
it neither is overwhelming

i feel all these emotions bubbling
but nothing seems to leave me

no drab
no tear

no grab
no fear

i'm free and lonely
i'm free and hurt
i'm free and non-existent

i'm happy to be free and
unhappy when i'm here

i'm free and many things,
many things but happy.
kayzamo May 24
Oh, to revisit that familiar, suffocating feeling
Of burrowing under the covers.
A night of one's own company,
Left to make small talk with your mind.
What do you call an introvert who
Hates being alone?

Solitude is a solemn lover,
Creating a mix of solace and uncertainty.
Every dance is a slow dance in Solitude's arms,
Circling round and round the same, stale despair.
Somehow, it feels both right and wrong
Your head buzzes violently
When lost in a sea of people,
But does it buzz less in your empty home?
Surely you're happier this way,
With you, yourself, and Solitude.
Bowedbranches Dec 2021
The craving had been
More of a need
As of late

Energy taken
Energy generated
Or one could also say
One cultivated
One gave away
Every little thought
That you think

from the rest of you
With steel walls
And the tallest gates
Barricade myself
In a little
Me sized

Wouldn't be surprised
If I never
                Came Out!
Lately I've been wandering the streets

Catching glimpses of a place that I used to belong to

Lately I've been taking mental pictures

Storing them in files that no one else can access

Lately I've spent more time on my own

Discovering the true meaning of lonely

Now I'm standing in the middle of your street

Asking if you still know how to love me
lately i've been wandering the streets
Evey Emery May 2021
That's a expression I'm conflicted with
It's a word to describe, a feeling or state of mind
in which a person feels they have-
nobody to confide in,
nobody to stand beside,
nobody to tell what's on their mind,
and what am I?
Am I really lonely
When I have all these people around me, when I
Open and close my eyes?
Am I really lonely,
When I have somebody to confide in,
somebody to stand beside,
somebody to tell what's on my mind?
Even around the people I love
I feel like I'm sinking; suffocating
There is an emptiness in my chest
With the pains of all the rest
I feel I cannot rid myself of this pest
Is this the feeling?
I wrote this poem to try my best to express how I feel almost daily. I can be around my best friends, and yet, I still feel so empty. I've heard people say that you can't really be lonely when you have people to talk to, people to trust, or people to hang out with. But here I am, still feeling lonely no matter who I'm around. The feeling is suffocating almost, as if it is slowly submerging me in it like its a pool of water.
Grey Rose Apr 2021
Strange Skeleton Knight
Why do you fight?

You're so fragile
Yet you take on my burdens without being asked
Why must you be so eager to die on my behalf?

Don't you deserve to live too?

Mr Skeleton Knight
Why don’t you cry?

You never make a sound
Yet your sadness echoes deafeningly
Do your bones not feel cold out in the dark?
Does not being able to shed tears make you unable to release your sadness?

Can I cry on your behalf?

Sir Skeleton Knight
What did you do with your heart?

Did you tear it out to stop yourself from feeling?
Did you give it away along with the rest of yourself?
Even someone without flesh and organs shouldn't look so empty inside
Why can't you get your heart back?

Can I give you mine instead?

Noble Skeleton Knight
Do you like the grave I've dug you?

I'm glad that you haven't buried yourself yet
But I'm sure you don't feel the same way
Then why don’t you let your soul rest?
Wouldn't the warm dirt hug you more than anyone else has?

I don’t think I can help you anymore.

Beloved Skeleton Knight
I’ve killed myself

I hope you don't think that your existence was a tragedy
Though in the end I never managed to make you feel alive even once
I’ve told them to bury me next to your grave
Promise me that you'll stay at my side
Atleast now we can be cold and empty together.

Why do you still look so sad?
Norbert Tasev Jan 2021
Loneliness-seeking shock flares up daily in the trenches of my deserving face! In my brain, harsh thoughts strike a pinch: what a horrible joke every single charm-smile, art-liver-like mimicry stray look! When the immortal Universe sins with glittering stars - the happy destruction of fearful momentary moments may be the most important thing! Your budding vortex, my pathetic attachment to Being turns you into another world and your watchful gaze is crushed into millions of shards by the bitter loneliness of uniqueness!
The unconditional, gloomy nightmare of the Night is ingrained among my sighing bones; tearful and weary tears of my eyes are embodied in unshakable figures! "You wake up so many blind dark, many sparkling pills, in the shadow of a wounded Spirit, because there can be little vi kiss medicine for my wounds!" Between the flames of my hidden demons and my digestive Hyena hells, I still live persistently! I am a punching, drooping wanderer, I can hardly want to find my place many times, and my mood - which will one day click out - started to suddenly turn rancid!
I would call on my immortal Beloved, only to be able to listen forever to the courage-pouring, lily-loving voice of the south company, the chirping of his silky ***** as a tannin — and I still couldn't solve the big riddle: Who is the goddess on earth?! Until the bleeding twilight bleeds on the web of embezzled minutes: What else can I have to do with the Savior Light at all?
Alistair Dec 2020
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑛𝑑,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓
𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑟,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝,
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑑.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠
𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝐼 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓.
𝐴𝑐𝑡 𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛
𝐼𝑛 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝐼 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡𝑜.

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑵𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓.
𝑇ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑠,
𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠.

𝐽𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑠,
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ.
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘 ℎ𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓,
𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐼 𝑑𝑜.

𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓,
𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑛𝑜 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒,
𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛.
𝐵𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝐼 𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑣𝑎𝑖𝑛.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏.
a very very late upload since I planned to post this before the end of November but I forgot all about it :3

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone, I hope y'all had a great Christmas day muah<3
Glenn Currier Oct 2020
This place is an oasis
in the midst of loneliness.
How could I be so lonely
while wrapped in your embrace?
For the poets on HePo
Kenneth Gray Oct 2020
A strand
Its all I've got
Some people have
Some people have not
A strand is all I've got

A strand
Its all I've got
Some people have little
Some people have lots
A strand is all I've got

A strand
Its all I've got
My strength is failing
Win? Nah, probably not
Because a strand is all I've got

A strand
That's all
That's all I've got
A strand is all I've got
This one is pretty self explanatory. I don't have much left to hold onto. I wanted to express that using as few words as possible. That way the poem structure relates to only having a strand as well. I love reading this one. Its exactly what I was after when I thought up the idea.
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