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Give me something,
I just need anything I can get,
To try to heal it.
I'm trying my best,
Not to forget how to be without it.

I am searching the lines,
Creating new stanzas,
In a hopeless attempt
To get it all together again.

Lately I'm starting to see
Myself seeking attention,
Even if ever so slightly.
I realise I've clung onto things tight,
That make me feel needed,
Those who paid me attention,
And then those same people who then did the opposite:
Because everyone gets bored eventually.

Now I feel like I'm just waiting,
For someone else to forget me,
Another person saying **** it they don't need me.
In addition for a while now,
I've felt my siblings slowly slipping away and away further
To him.

But that's not what this is about,
This is about how self centred I am,
Once again, I guess it will always come back then.
The past years seem to be a sequence of:
Thinking I'm better,
When really I'm just changing the order of the pattern,
I'm just expressing it in different ways.

But I don't know how many more strategies I have left.
Kewayne Wadley Jul 2018
And if such a time comes.
I ask for courage anew, happier eyes.
To delve into sweet slumber without sigh.
Time neither passes or retracts.


And in addition I find the least bit bearable.
Unable to drown in total sleep.
The sights seen precious.
I forget where I place my head.


And I hold no grievance against thee.
Heavily affectioned to many a sight.
My eyes swallowed whole,
At happiness's interpretation.


Whilst I not forget, Sandman,
I dream with open eyes
IrieSide Jun 2018
It nourished my garden
this dripping of words
from clouds in thought
and glacier energy
I found my soul
again
etched in this
sacred poetry
Stay true to yourself. That sacred energy you know is there. Follow it always, and it will guide you home.
Maria L Jun 2018
I seek... adventure
I seek to find the greatest treasures
I seek an expedition of the furthest corners  

I want to see a world more important than my own.

I seek... discovery
I seek to unearth my hidden self
I seek an expansion of my earnest passions

I want to see my purest nature exposed.

I seek... growth
I seek to expose my dispositions
I seek an awakening of body, mind, and soul

I want to see revolutions I’ve always known deep inside.

I seek... romance
I seek to remain soft and kind
I seek an affection without reservations

I want to see others care for me as I care for them.

What do you seek?
Krishnapriya Jun 2018
They say
Don't be a seeker
Be a finder
What is there to find?
I am complete
In Thee
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2018
It comes natural.
To want to save time as well as money.
We incur convenience.
Readily available to what we long most.
It occurs quite often.
The constant clipping and saving.
In search of the best deal.
Not taking into consideration that we might be short changing ourselves.
The shredding and discarding of things we don't use.
The big brand we call love.
Thought to be so expensive.
We spend in the product of smiles.
Manufacturing the ounce of time it takes to show how much we care.
The exchange of one thought to another.
Extreme couponing to get the best value of ourselves.
Perhaps without proof of purchase.
We tear ourselves at the lines.
Refined in swift passing.
Saving all the coupons in search of a bulk that satisfies all craving.
Consumers without guarantee.
Constantly clipping and saving.
Rearing ourselves at the line.
A coupon exchanged in saving for a kiss for later
Kewayne Wadley May 2018
And like a bird
She flies away.
She sings her song in ultimate joy.
Her heart flutters.
Singing what comes to mind.
Soon as she is approached.
She flies away.
The wind beneath her arms.
She goes higher and higher.
Stopping in mid air,
Her arms tired & sore.
The life she deserves isn't far.
Gliding towards the horizon.
Soon as she finds peace.
It is easily disturbed.
Looking around to find the best place.
Seeking shelter she flies further.
Appearances aren't at all what they seem.
For this she is labeled and taken for granted.
Curiously placing one foot in front of the other.
Veering the opposite direction.
Her heart falling faster and faster.
They don't know her worth.
She flies higher and higher
Kewayne Wadley May 2018
I love the night.
It makes the things we can't see that much easier.
Finding our way to the light.
The stars are beautiful.
Appearing in perfect dark.
Perfectly placed.
Such a calming sight.
To escape in a dream.
Proof that the most beautiful things reveal themselves
at the right time.
Shoving their light in the dark.
Shuffling all the reasons I love the night.
It's comforting. 
Losing track of time.
Savoring every moment gazing at the stars.

The weight of the entire world replaced 
with a shower of stars.
The dark, miles & miles long.
I run in thought.
Soft pats of feet through the shoving and shuffling of bright.
The advantage of seamlessly coming out of nowhere.
To look up.

Gone too soon.
George Krokos May 2018
To those wailing of their loneliness which nobody hears
is like crying in the dark with no one to see your tears.
They're lacking in the gift people come to know as love
which is missing in their lives being Graced from above.
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Oh, how mournful are the lonely people of today
who can't seem to find friends with whom to play.
Tho' living in a community they're just really like
outsiders looking in onto their abandoned psych.

At times steeped in depression and unable to rise
out of the gloom they're in which isn't a surprise.
Some even feel that they'd be much better off dead
and find it hard shaking this notion from their head.

There are those who're victims of families torn apart
in a desperate situation wanting to make a new start.
Others are poor in spirit without a glimmer of hope
accustomed to tribulations suffering a life of mope.

Yet, some others again are recipients of a harsh life
imposed on them by unwanted circumstantial strife.
The consequences of their actions brought them here
after indulging in those things offering a false cheer.

Be sympathetic towards any who're in such distress
and offer a helping hand to them; by yourself bless.
To be lonely is also a feeling of being empty inside
which in turn is reflected in one's life there outside.

It seems they've squandered their time in various ways
and gone against their conscience in the course of days.
Adding to their woes by forsaking the quiet Inner Voice
heard from deep within their soul with the right choice.

This has left them feeling empty inside as stated before
like some of those who are said to be in the spirit poor.
If there's no sincere repentance or seeking help in need
change won't come for them like that Spirit to proceed.
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Written in 2018. For all the lonely people - you are not alone.
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