#isolate
Here I am again
Retreating back into myself
Sometimes it’s the only thing that helps
To gather my thoughts
I must stop glossing across them
Because the intensity is much to bare
But that avoidance turns to despair
And I can’t pretend to be unaware forever
So I must transform back into a hermit
And permit those ideas to pass through
In order to morph to who I want to be
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
When you stop needing someone
It is not that you want to be alone
Understanding that if ever you have to
You'll be fine on your own
There is undescribable freedom attached
No-BIRTHED by solitude
There absolutely is no greater power
Than peace in mind when you self-seclude
The most effective weapon held in your defense
To fight pain and heartache
Is learning the talent of being by yourself
Everyone else is unprepared for the break
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:32 AM UTC
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
Isolated
from the rest of you
With steel walls
And the tallest gates
Barricade myself
In a little
Me sized
Cave
Wouldn't be surprised
If I never
Even
Came Out!
Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
Stands on the porch.
His gaze set on a lock.
He peers through the keyhole.
Nothing.
Sets off to find it.
What will open her?
What will free her?
Will he?
No.
It will.
But what is it?
He looks.
He searches.
He cannot find it.
He will not give up.
The house is crumbling.
She is crumbling.
He won’t let her fall.
Not now.
He is close.
He can feel it.
There.
He has found it.
So close yet so far.
Why?
Because she has it.
She doesn’t understand.
She will not give the key up.
She doesn’t know what will happen.
The house will crumble.
It will fall.
Not only will it break her, but it will break him too.
Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
My ship was attacked,
And, I being blue,
thought that it was the end.
My crew was not putting up a
fight at all.
They smashed my decks,
tore my masts and laughed as my ship wailed in agony.
I stared up at them,
I knew that fighting with them would
mean my doom
and I knew that I did not have anyone to scare them away from me.
But,
I did not want them on my ship.
I know that I may not be the best captan,
I know I may not be the most bloodthirsty or ruthless,
but this is my ship
and I want to be in control of it.
I hooked my eyes on them,
expression blank
and walked towards them.
I felt a cool hardness in my soul.
They were going to get off of my ship,
without me
having to do a single thing.
I breathed in light
and then expelled
mines of gold sedimented
in black and blurry grey
from the depths of my yellow heart.
I make a sphere of gold translucent
around my ship,
pushing away all the unwanted.
My ship came back to life,
the light had cured.
I go on,
to the horizon
to meet the purple sun
and tell Him all about my adventure.
-storm-
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
Red like the regret,
lying around as ashes
from the blaze of the
fire that caught up
in your lies, deceit.
Red as the sky bleeds
her despair raw,
as the wound deepens,
into her veins.
Red like the memories,
spilled like the blood
of the innocent.
Red as the regret
consumes the sanity
away from the sane.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
At times like this,
amok often reigns in the head
Complaints accompany sleep all day
Revolt to and fro
It's never good from the right
or left ear
Awake when people isolate themselves; dying
Sleep with an effort to escape tendentious thoughts
Perceived briefly in the planning that was never discussed
Missing monologue with swearing and cracking and cursing
Traces and shadows haunt the footsteps
The devil opened the door wide; come on!
Sobs broke out
The children in the soul are no longer heard
Buitenzorg
April, 2020
May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
looking past mundane and bore
the isolation such a chore
remember what we do it for~
to not repeat a sickly lore.
the pestilence in days of yore
spared neither emperor or *****
though we now find common fight
absent kin is not quite right
or lover in the dead of night
too far to hold my body tight.
I ask with no one in my sight
when parts this darkness for the light?
I miss the skin and velvet touch
and loving in our dreamy hutch
but we all know this feeling-such-
to bear it with a hopeful hunch
to greet with kiss and ardent clutch
when time has healed the world that much.
so care for neighbor with a prayer
sing a song and bless the air~
‘tis not so much we can not bear.
observe the quiet for it’s rare.
and finding outside beauty fair
feel happy you’ve the time to spare.
until it comes I inward gaze
and see my soul is still ablaze
with hope for man and better days
amidst this heavily pressing haze.
we shall emerge with better ways
of sharing in the heaven’s rays.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
I know its been while
The leaves are beginning to fall
Death is getting closer
I don't know who to call
I think it was sunny yesterday
But my blinds were closed too tightly
Maybe its me who is falling
I haven't seen the trees in days
This room never changes
Will I go insane?
Depression is endless slumber
Pain makes you number
Life is part heaven
Part hell
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
if i put the same effort into getting out of bed that i do
starving myself
i would be so progressive
im gonna pass out
you dont look too good
i see it in your face
i havent been to school in 3 weeks because
getting out of bed is too hard
so i lay there
depriving my dog of playtime
and walks
so i could sulk in isolation
skipped work to nap
i cannot move
Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Four walls
Two windows
One bed
Busy head
What I would give
For open pastures
And a calm mind
Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
I know I'm a fool for
running away from love,
especially when love is the only
thing I've been dreaming of.
But I'm afraid of rejection, so I
isolate myself from other's affection.
Time after time I find myself
walking this road alone,
with just the thought of love
to keep me warm.
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
You know, it's funny
We never anticipate the ways
We're gonna isolate ourselves
From the ones we care about
Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
Each so beautifully different,
Strong and seemingly unbreakable,
Yet overwhelmingly fragile.
Lay a foundation,
Jagged, unmatched and rough.
Does it fit?
Continue to build,
Each layer grows stronger,
More impenetrable.
A whirlwind topples a few stones.
New reinforcement.
Stronger, and with more determination.
Need to protect.
A wave of you crashes down and threatens stability.
Work harder, work faster.
Salvage the progress,
And continue to add.
Meanwhile -
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attempts to chisel away.
Some make dents,
Some holes,
Some take down sections.
But the hard work perseveres.
And the wall remains.
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
writing is my escape
from the cell i created
for myself
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
broken shoes on your feet, grief for a family that aren't dead - just dead to you - on your back and a book in your pocket. a book about a man you idolise. by that same man you idolise. his songs, his words, his honesty. a similar honesty that takes up the blank spaces in the notebook that resides in your other pocket. our griefs, though different, united us. yet while you begin to live, i start to die. again.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
You won’t leave right?
I don’t want you to leave
I hate being isolated
I do like to be connected with others
Whether it’s in the streets
School, work,
I do hate to be alone
Heck, I can’t be alone
Even if my own room or home
I need to hear my mother’s cooking
My father’s typing at his computer above me
My sister’s awful singing
My brother playing football outside
And your voice
Telling me things
Will
Be
Ok
Someday
Don’t leave.
Ok?
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Spare the details , scratching with these nails,
One look at me and your body will be mangled while being
impaled,
I'm not a ****** or a murderer , I just love to create art,
Where ever my pencil will take me and I'll I feast on the fact
that I'll let you relish in that,
I'm emotionless to pain even when it's brought by the bat,
Experience hatred for a world where men will slaughter other
men,
Where evil thrives and the man upstairs won't come down
to defend,
The idea of killing my boss in the past , it'll had made me
laugh , how can I pretend?
Where is my purpose in this life when that purpose is
clipped from under me?
As far as I'm concerned , there's more books to burn
of a past that no one knows,
I'd rather isolate myself while watching the *******
world set a blaze in a perfect cemetery.
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
I keep the TV on, because when I do it feels like I'm living.
I keep my browser running, because when I do, it feels like I'm feeling.
I keep my movement low, because I'm slow, because I'm softer
and I burrow deep beneath my sheets to forget that I'm a daughter.
World's potential rages, shapes and faces overwhelm me,
and I'm screaming silent for the quiet that I feel like I am missing.
I want to touch you, see you, hold you, speak without restriction.
But I numb my mind in sounds and lights, so that I can slip away.
Over-stimulation cradles what craves to be kinetic,
pacifies the glowing inside craving open air.
I cannot move, I cannot go, I'm too afraid to ride the ride
and so I'll sit behind the lines
and participate by watching.
And here we'll watch the world together- and also so alone
would that I could
rip free the bandage
and leave my ***** home.
and the internet praises the introvert and tells us we're secretly deep.
And we dress our wounds with wasted time until we fall asleep.
And in my dreams I'm running, fighting, TRYING SO HARD
to break free.
And in the morning, I shudder, shake them off
and dim the light in me.
And day after day
back, here we go,
back to the flickering screen.
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
It is so nice being on your own.
No one to help you with anything. Not like you need it.
No one to tell you not to do that self destructive thing to yourself.
No one to make sure you get out and do something everyday.
You don't have to be social, you can just isolate!
Isn't it so nice?
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
My insides crash
And my lungs explode
And my eyes squeeze shut
And everything is urgent.
Muscles tense like that last argument -
You yelled, I cried.
Isolate. Isolate.
Go away.
Numb, yet bursting with pain;
Shot down & wounded.
Truly an attack.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
I wasn't looking and I ignored the passing sign of interest
how could I've been so blind? the brother was so refined,
me and my unconscious mind
I had learned what it felt like to be burned
once I was told that looking for love was overridden and that I should wait,
as if it never existed
now I'm sitting here looking foolish and alone wishing for myself a bone, no more waiting as of today
I am gone stop isolating and start reeling in my bait.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
*I want a perfect body
I want a perfect face
You look like an angel
I just feel so out of place
Your laugh is like music
Your voice like a song
I stand and look at you
And I know I don't belong
You're so special
And I'm a creep
Everybody wants you
But nobody wants me
I wish I was special
But I'm just a creep
everybody wants you
They don't give a ****
About me*
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Don't know what to keep away from you, since everything became about you!
Don't know how to isolate myself from your world!
Is it love! Maybe
Is it infatuation! Maybe
Is it a dream! Maybe
Is it a hope! Can be
Is it an ambition! Could be
And what I'm sure of.....that....
It is manifestation of all those things and much more!
It is something can't the brain summarize it with logic!
It is just a pure love!
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC