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#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
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Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 6:48 PM UTC
Hermit Mode
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
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Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 1:32 AM UTC
Self-Seclusion
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!
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Dec 17, 2021
Dec 17, 2021 at 1:52 PM UTC
Isolate
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.
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Jul 20, 2020
Jul 20, 2020 at 7:39 PM UTC
It Is The Key
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-
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 3:27 PM UTC
My Ship
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.
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Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 1:55 AM UTC
RED
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
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May 1, 2020
May 1, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC
Adrift
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.
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Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
not alone
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
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Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 10:20 AM UTC
Inside
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
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Dec 14, 2019
Dec 14, 2019 at 1:58 PM UTC
Untitled
Four walls Two windows One bed Busy head What I would give For open pastures And a calm mind
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 12:10 AM UTC
Four Walls
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.
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 3:32 PM UTC
Looking For Courage
You know, it's funny We never anticipate the ways We're gonna isolate ourselves From the ones we care about
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Jun 15, 2019
Jun 15, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC
Untitled
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 - E v e r y o n e attempts to chisel away. Some make dents, Some holes, Some take down sections. But the hard work perseveres. And the wall remains.
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 9:23 AM UTC
Stone Wall
writing is my escape from the cell i created for myself
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Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
escape
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.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
he built a bridge and got over it
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?
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 8:23 AM UTC
monophobia
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.
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Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 1:55 AM UTC
The Killing Joke
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.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:52 PM UTC
Cowardice.
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?
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Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
Being on your own
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.
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Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 12:57 AM UTC
When is an appropriate time to panic?
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.
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Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 1:02 PM UTC
Isolated Love
*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*
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Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
Creep
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!
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Pure love!