#orphaned
Let’s try without needless words,
Unnecessary pauses and empty doubts
To finish out fairy tale, titled “Unlove”.
Let’s stop all fights. We have no other outs.
Let’s try without needless tears
To recognize that we're both orphaned.
We’ve been repaid wholly for our Unlove:
Our hearts are faded, our souls're ossified.
Let’s try without needless words
To say the only one and single phrase:
“Forgive me for this poor Unlove!”
It’ll be the rare truth without any haze.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 4:53 PM UTC
Loosened
from the crevices
of engorged founts…
But futile is the effort,
to pave the way
to our worth through
an unmanned portal.
Unwavering.
We continue to commit
to parchment and ink.
As determined orphans,
we let fall our thoughts;
Not from pursed lips
but forged hearts.
Nov 19, 2021
Nov 19, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
Someday you'll come home
to the truth
bursting your heart.
Someday you'll come home
to lies
blinding your eyes.
Someday you'll come home
naked
in orphaned grief.
Mar 18, 2020
Mar 18, 2020 at 7:32 AM UTC
I've dealt with so much pain in my life
When I was 7 my father lost his wife
The love of his life was gone forever
I just know he really missed her
Her passing left him without a wife and us without a mother
Those first couple of years were really tough without her
Losing her affected each of us differently
I was affected emotionally and socially
Even with my 7 other siblings I still felt alone.
Fast forward to the future of 18 years
My Dad gets diagnosed with cancer and it's the start of my fears
I wish I had known what cancer does
I could've done something to prevent the tragic future.
Fast forward to January 1st 2018 8pm
My father no longer had to live in this horrible world and he was reunited with his wife and daughter who left before him.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
In a midwinter night’s dream
i found myself lost again,
or was it even this year ?
It may even go back farther
than yesterdays out of reach,
older than an ancient pyramid stone
Before the rebirth of past life deposits,
unborn orphaned motherless sediment,
flotsam of the ages adrift,
unknown for more than a thousand years
... waiting for so long to see beyond the bounds
High atop a slippery edge-cliff
i clung ―
Searching for a deeper understanding
of who i am;
Roosting like a starving bird of prey
with a broken wing
born alone ... holding on
With a fear in his eyes
that only i could comprehend
Staring way down deep in the pith,
into an internal pitch black abyss,
just begging to see beyond ―
Mindful it's so hard looking
into the eye of a storm
Intimately parsing the recurrent source
of reigning pain
Where the perpetual fog of isolation dwells;
an inversion, preventing dispersion
of the nimbus cold and dark
In the darkness, there bides a suffocating
emptiness,
A swelling silence what loudly knells,
leeching through a perennial ache
An abating voice within hollers unheard,
invisible as a bitter cold wind howling
relentlessly through the hollow pang;
Echoing the subsiding say
(squeezed out) ... of an orphaned soul
deep beneath the light
Awakening to realize ― once i was alive
and
i could feel me holding on to you
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Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
she's pulled from the stem
a lone petal in the wind
settling where she can
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 6:07 PM UTC
As thunder put paid to my tranquility,
I ventured out of my darkened room,
Into my fecund garden,
Amidst blooms I'd lovingly brought forth,
Unblemished, unexceptional.
Fraught with anxiety,
I searched,
For peace, joy, equanimity.
And then the Gale brought me,
A shock of pink.
A battered displaced bloom,
Torn from home by violent gusts of wind,
Left to the mercies of strangers,
Disparate, unconnected,
Yet vivid, ablaze.
Ephemeral perhaps,
But substantial.
Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 9:46 AM UTC
The mother screaming in pain,
the fathers sarcastic laugh,
the smell of petrol and burning skin.
The inferno is rising
"Run little one, run, live for
me”, and away she went.
Watched the inferno consume,
her mother and that man.
Buried under the ashes,
memories still fresh as ever.
A small house stands, where
her life ended.
A couple fighting and screaming,
a little child crying.
Will history repeat itself?
And leave another child orphaned?
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 3:11 PM UTC