#directionless
How long will you stay uninterested?
In this relationship like me, even you have invested.
My idea of intimacy is based on my lifelong emptiness.
Have you too felt the pangs of loneliness?
How long have I been lonely in this world?
Well, essentially since my lonely & difficult childhood.
And now you might ask me another counter question.
If I had my parents along, why this notion?
Now, tell me, is having parents is sufficient?
Surely, we need siblings, friends, and a joint family.
Grandparents help you endure the pangs of loneliness.
Dear, have you ever been directionless?
How can you judge me based on your experiences?
Come to my world, take your time to assess.
Aug 19, 2024
Aug 19, 2024 at 11:05 AM UTC
I'm a ship without a captain
I sail wherever the wind takes me
I have seen troubled waters, but
I always feel powerless to turn
I'm a navigator without a compass
I don't know where my heading is
I cannot find the North Star, but
I don't need to in these doldrums
I'd rather remain here
Hear my wish!
O shooting star -
Bless me with an eternal tonight
So I can forever gaze at the stellar sky
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
11:54
A clock glares upon me like the devious desert sun.
How many times have these hands made this voyage?
The sands seem so vastly changed from yesterday
11:55
A single minute vanished in midair so soon
Did that moment matter? Did it mean more than time?
Minutes together create time but alone stand hollow
11:57
Life slips away with this departing time
Still I sit here staring at a comical clock
The unforgiving frozen mess that is my world
11:58
A heavy awareness of time voids its' truths
This clock being watched laughs in secrecy
Moments stolen; memories changed by these hands
12:00
Another day finished and again air is stale
The time has arrived to surrender again
Seconds that will never come again have passed
Minutes that never came will come again today
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 11:02 PM UTC
*What more is being lost,
than not knowing where to go
for the fingers that hover over
the lettered keys have nothing to say*
And the half empty ink-pot
with a dried stuck cap,
is dancing to the cries of
the un-tuned borrowed guitar
mocking the silence of a silent heart
as the shadow of a flame mocks the dark
So long have I whistled this tune,
or is it just my forte?
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
There once was a wandering girl, but she didn't wish to be.
She only wanted to find her way, but the night was dark and she couldn't see.
The darkness mattered not though, the girl thought in her head.
Even if it was light, she would still be filled with dread.
How do you find your way, if you don't know where you're going?
If you didn't plan accordingly, you have no way of knowing.
Would she choose a path or cut a trail?
Would she become strong or would she stay frail?
Would she ever figure it out?
Would she ever conquer her doubt?
She often wondered if anyone else ever felt as lost as she.
That sad, wandering girl who didn't wish to be.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
3:37 PM
Monday,
November,
Present Date....
Alive,
Awaiting Objectives.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
Life is not running smoothly at the moment.
I feel alone, directionless and desperate.
I am worn out, emotionally and physically.
Sometimes the burden of “keeping myself safe” is too heavy.
It is asking too much of me to “manage” all of...
the follies,
the nightmares,
the triggers,
the shame,
the embarrassment,
the rage
the internal voices
who scream
and cry
and rage…
all with no support.
It is too much!
And trying to avoid all of that **** is like avoiding breathing,
which I would not mind doing right now.
Something has to give.
There is only so much
one person can deal with
day in and day out
every single day and night!
There is only so much!
I am not equipped to handle an entire Pie of Crazy
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
Every page turned is wasted time
Every word written is wasting lines
Just another drop of poison
To fill cracked veins
Or to prove a heart's still beating
Sliced in half and completely drained
No one is as they seem
Our emptied black sockets
See nothing bar
An empty, gray beauty
Precious things will break, my dear
And we're all slowing down
In this world that keeps turning
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
Too much rain for a good day
She dreams the door won't open
There's the scrape of metal again
And the face of a stranger pokes at happiness
Enough to evoke a bright smile from the dead
She's a ***** just as all of us
Her familiar gesture calling in
Sober drones who use her and run
Sarah's familiar gesture calling
Friendly, friendly, always
Dreaming of closings
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
This sore saviour keeps a straight-faced stare
Lips pressed tight, tongue wedged in teeth
While watching indolence twist in haste
To reach the next refuge
Revulsion that we two symbols share
That same motion-sickness fear
One of action, the other of consequence
Or lack thereof; without / within
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 7:37 AM UTC