#recluse
splintered and scattered
beautiful disaster
my emotions linger
my heart beats faster
distractions can’t tame
the perpetual wave
demons remain
after every cleanse i’ve made
such a feat to speak the truth
drag my feet and keep recluse
such a feat to be my muse
crack my heart and keep obtuse
Dec 23, 2025
Dec 23, 2025 at 2:09 PM UTC
Emily, Emily, called back,
But not set free,
By those who worship
and study thee!
Summers see the young ones
Gather on your lonely grave.
Kissing with immortal tongues,
To desire they are slaves;
But you forgive them blithely,
tell them to proceed,
In your name and memory,
The one thing you knew not was greed.
-Sharon Talbot
Dec 12, 2024
Dec 12, 2024 at 4:58 PM UTC
Lonely
Self-defeating
Don't try to write it
Or speak it
It's made up
Meaningless weak ****
You're deceiving
When I feel unproud like that I can zone out
In a cloud of "hazy self doubt"
I'll cut my phone out
Scowl
Frown
Stuff my self worth down my throat and fill my lungs to sever sound
Until I am soundless;
Sufficiently
Obscured
Using
Neural
Delusions
Lethargic
Encumbered
Self-soothing
Secluded
Held down firm by recluse leaning movements...
Useless
Jul 4, 2024
Jul 4, 2024 at 3:27 PM UTC
A faulty start, I lost all my stars
Personally, I became a recluse
Truly afraid to be abuse.
Envious of some solemn luck,
In love, I am an ugly duck.
I **** in many ways,
seems no one is able to stay.
Its okay.
Just pretend, as you did not hear
Do not count me, as I am not here.
Moreover, hide as if I did not know your there.
So do not love me as if you needed me
Just love me sincerely
Or else better don’t
I am better alone - anyways….
Mar 30, 2024
Mar 30, 2024 at 3:50 AM UTC
He who doesn't know me is myself.
How characters from thousands of movies lived within me, made me think I am them.
And I am all of them now.
And we dont fit on the door now.
But we can still filter the world through the curtains.
Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 7:31 AM UTC
I’m living the life
now that my wife
has moved on to another man
My kids are grown
now left all alone
I’m doing as I want and I can
I please no one
and then when I’m done
I only please myself
I eat when I want
whether I drink or I don’t
I serve nobody else
My neighbours a bore
they hear that I snore
but I don’t care a bit
My gardens my pride
trees hang on their side
and I spy on them from where I sit
The police on my back
parking fines in a stack
on the mantle above the fire
I ***** on scotch
every hour of my watch
I dare ya to call me a liar
My mum is my care
she’s always been there
in a nursing home now with Dementia
She brags, her boys the best
I tattood her on my chest
it’s always been a love of hers I betcha
I drive the old truck
and just my luck
the astray on the dash still works
I pick up my Betty
she’s dolled up and pretty
and take her for a night of beef jerks
A man’s got no mates
when he does what he hates
look at me living and licking it up
like my dog named ‘Bloke’
and it ain’t no joke
named him ‘Bloke Jr.’ when just a pup
I’m as good as it gets
placing my bets
on a horse or a grey or a ****
I’m not much of a convo
but what do you know
when I win I talk off your sock
Give me a minute
I’m not here to win it
I’m just good at what I do
They say life favours some
I happened to be one
and It’s unfortunate that you are you
Nah…I’m just kidding
I’m actually just bidding
all the chances I have on me
So far so good
knock on wood
I’m loving life and happy as Larry
Nov 21, 2021
Nov 21, 2021 at 5:07 PM UTC
You'll struggle to find a home
Without smiling pictures hanging
On the walls.
No matter where you go,
You'll always find a home
With smiling pictures hanging
On the walls.
Because who would want to remember unhappiness
Because a wall is but an ideal of what you wish to be
Because no one would hang the sad pictures
On the walls.
Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 6:20 AM UTC
I've been in the rain
I've given others my time
time lost to the chance that being in the open would make me feel as so
would tan my pale demeanor
give my loneliness something to hold
turn my fear to boon
I now hold that that is not the case
for true nature is always an honest monster
how could I be so naive?
was it not the cruel world's air that sent me into hiding?
I should return to my dark comfort
my cave of paranoia
the only friend that always welcomes me
understands my need to be alone
to be fragile in a safe cell
guarded, protected
a perfect excuse
my reason to be recluse
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 3:04 AM UTC
Howard Robard Hughes
Famously rich recluse
Dreams led him to the lap of luxury
Followed by nightmarish mysophobic OCD
Rich ******* aviator Howard Hughes
With movie starlets kept himself amused
Dated Katherine Hepburn
Bette Davis took her turn
And still more, which kept the tabloids confused
Born Howard Robard Hughes to a rich family
With English, Welsh and French Huguenot ancestry
Enjoyed a successful multi-faceted business career
But aviation and aerospace were his favorite frontier
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
going north of the logging tree
to build a cabin shack
my banjo concert loud and free
the echo plays it back
this new tune never heard before
leaves applaud in the wind
softly dance on the forest floor
bow and play it again
they will never know I was here
no trace ever be found
no memory of smile or tear
wind took my song around
somebody ask where has he gone
there came a short reply
back in the woods to sing a song
and tell the world goodbye
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 10:50 AM UTC
People gathered in the courtyard
In their usual bouts of revelry.
Unaware of the one they all discard,
Shooting glances trite with brevity…
And out of this planted seed it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do….
Hidden from the obtuse eye
In the dark to all of his peers.
Latent, in muse, off to the side,
They don’t feel the stinging tears…
And like a balloon inflates it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…
His words tethering in the wind
Like cotton spores in seasons bloom.
Reclusive by all, his natures pinned,
Cast aside left only to loom…
And like dark clouds in a storm it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…
He shouldn't have to go it alone,
But there’s no one to whom he can turn.
Time and again, for innately he’s prone,
The bereft ashes of a forgotten urn…
And like a plume of smoke it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…
The growth of this malevolent blight
Left him bitter but not in spite.
Abandoned, like a shadow—lost to the night,
He hadn’t a choice but to sit and to write…
And as darkness after sunset it grew,
A tendency to do as shadows do…
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
I built a wall, a fortress, a prison
I've been caught in the duldrums i need a tidal wave and wisdom
I need the noise to drown out the world crashing down around me
Lost in the ruins that found me
I dont like to feel like a soulless machine
That wont dare approach another human being
I need to break out of prison and over the wall
What do we offer? Anything at all?
Institutionalized in this prison of my mind
I hardly function outside of it. Lost in thought, doing time
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 5:40 AM UTC
Do not fall in love with girls like me
I will stray away and become a recluse and forget your name
But you, you will still feel the poison coursing through your bones that was injected the first time I kissed you
You will still taste the bitterness of my name on the tip of your tongue for years to come
You will still feel the sting of my embrace and my finger tips grazing your thigh long after I have run off
You will hear that one song and remember the haunting melody of my voice whispering to you during our late nights
Girls like me do not start with the intention of being this way
Girls like me dream about love and romance and living together in holy matrimony
But girls like me are full of fear and abandonment issues
"Leave before you get left" plays like an alarm in my mind over and over
Do not fall in love with girls like me, unless you are a *********
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
It’s time for me to disappear
I’ve overstayed my place i fear.
It’s time to once again recluse
Rather than tying a noose.
It was lovely while it lasted
But the pain is started to imbed
So I’ll leave instead.
Hide within myself again
The way that it’s always been.
I’ll put on a fake little smile
No one will catch on, at least for awhile.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
How can you expect someone to love you -
when you are not the person they wanted?
When all you are is a substitute;
filling a vacancy left open by the person
they wish to be with.
How can you be enough to a person
who is never impressed by any of your efforts?
A person who sees all your expressions of love,
as inadequate coming from you?
How can you be appreciated by a person
who sees your eccentricities as flaws?
A person who attempts to appropriate anything,
and everything unique about you.
How can you be worth meaning a great deal
to a person who sees no value in you?
A person who is prejudicial without remorse.
How can you be worth loving
when you struggle to love yourself?
When life has flagellated your self-esteem;
when depression has left you void of any jubilation,
and left you with an overwhelming emptiness
and nights of crying-induced sleep?
At my best, the love I give is not reciprocated.
The person I am is not celebrated.
The emptiness within me seeks solace in recluse.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 4:02 PM UTC
as a kid, I was excellent at mathematics
& decided 7 was my lucky number
due to it's being prime, a number
that did not fit or divide evenly with anything,
as it was for me with friends--
i've skipped day seven
and find it interesting that
with time, i'm now drawn more to 8,
the infinite purpose and divinity
found in the ability to continue on
despite the odds,
a finite existence turned mystical
as the lion of Strength
closes his mouth
and does not speak his needs this day--
the wispy spider whispers in my ear
the secrets to eternity,
this obtuse circling of a star that has long passed
i wonder what my purpose is--
i wish i was not so aggressive with you,
my need for your improvement haunts me
as i want to be held and comforted
as i've never known, a feeling i've tasted
and long for deeply--
us humans are not taught to love ourselves,
to really nurture our own hearts
& minds, to know what is is we seek
to the furthest reaches of the galaxies,
we settle, don't question, don't find
& i want more--
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 5:21 PM UTC
da man
ain't been here for some
while
da man
has a vanishing
profile
da man
last sighted early last
year
da man
why did he
disappear
da man
don't want to be
found
da man
went well
underground
da man
not marking his foot-print
trace
da man
might be in a hiding
place
da man
ran away without any
excuse
da man
is now a virtual
recluse
da man
leaving no new
address
da man
making us all
guess
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:38 AM UTC
i chew my cheeks when
i'm nervous and lately
they've been raw
i feel like a train wreck
in progress and everybody's
just stopped for the show
the help i need is so close and
if i had a voice i'd use it but
**** it, it gets so hard to
talk through the voices
of the people in front
of me and the ones
between my ears
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 6:29 PM UTC
Every time I run
into your everlastinng arms,
it feels like I'm running
Home.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 4:17 AM UTC