#surrounded
atmospheric romance
the encompassing of Heaven
in an ordinary day
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 10:14 AM UTC
Another night,
Where I feel completely alone
Surrounded by people I care about.
What's the point?
Love coming at the price
Of self-sacrifice,
Break my body
Take control,
But what do you know?
Jun 5, 2023
Jun 5, 2023 at 12:44 AM UTC
can I like just
go in a forest
and fall
quietly
quickly
without people
hearing me
or will they
invade me
again
Nov 16, 2019
Nov 16, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
It's incredible, if not amazing...
How you can feel so surrounded by the people that enclose you
But still feel empty and alone...
Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 11:41 AM UTC
How i dream to be surrounded
by the mist of mystery
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 1:10 PM UTC
She was a mystery.
She gave me her heart to understand the type of music she listened to.
Her playlist was filled with trap beats before it became fashionable.
The rattling of empty trunks.
The rattling of sticker covered tags.
This is how I saw myself before she gave me a pair of headphones. I asked her for more.
Not liking the way track six ended.
Track 7 and 8 captivated my heart.
Keeping it all to myself.
She fooled me.
Her playlist composed of the same beat over and over.
9 tracks with something added.
Another taken away.
Overtime it would become all that I listened to.
Her influence over two rocks shaken in a can.
My heart.
Beginning to nod my head and cut the volume to the max.
I played it at work. I listened to it in the car.
A natural disaster to those that I passed.
The rattling of my trunk almost non-existent.
A more crisp sound coming from the speakers.
It was Summer.
Before I heard her playlist in the hands of someone else.
She placed her heart inside of the music knowing I'd stumble across it first.
Unsure if I'd ever find her love.
To participate in the aggression of her love.
The originality of all that she was.
I listened in silence with the headphones she gave.
To be surrounded by everything I love all at once
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
Old buildings weather youthful storms
And trees bear more children than we’ll ever know
Humanity is not a curse
But a whisper down an empty hall
No shadow lies without intent
Or climbs beyond a human’s back
And though we bend and break with age
We are born again just to take it back
How needlessly we weave between
The bitter roots, the grass and trees
Sit at the base of life content
And remember all which you’ve seen
Because we leave our better trees
To depart the earth into the soil
And though we hope to forever stand
No building will ever endure
No, in the end
We all will break and fall again
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 4:38 PM UTC
You're at your lonliest when you have people beside you.
Aug 19, 2017
Aug 19, 2017 at 6:07 AM UTC
Gripping the clouds
To fly upon their wings
Heaven's delight
Every time it sings
Tell me father
Tell me now
Show me the way
Show me how
To educate
To show them the light
Teach them when to bend
Advise them when to fight
We demand change
While staying the same
Want the power to fight?
Pick a different flame
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 6:06 PM UTC
I’m a planet.
I, like them, feel surrounded.
Surrounded and Isolated.
How is that even possible?
I used to think being alone was hard.
Now I realize that I feel alone in a room full of people,
and that’s even harder.
I worry my planet is missing something.
Missing the will to keep moving.
But I know that I must, for I am a planet that will not burn out.
(-DF-03/04/16-)
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 10:43 AM UTC
Surrounded yet completely alone,
It's the rule that our mothers taught us, always stay together.
Together, entanglement binds it together,
Predators take at ease to engulf, consume.
Those that swim, flow solo.
So I remain huddled, I merge and now I'm surrounded,
All the same, completely isolated.
I stay for hope, protection and direction, is this a false impression?
Split, torn in silence I suffer, So I turn back to reflect,
"I had, I have control, right?"
I segregate and eliminate the feeling of metamorphosis,
From prayer to predator.
Now I've shifted gears, further up the food chain once more,
Again, I'm surrounded yet completely alone.
Though, this time I've grown!
Poem by Lionelle Nsarhaza
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
I need,
You need,
And we all,
Comfort it is,
We plead!
Satisfied are you,
When it comes your way,
Cheerio!
I, too have found Comfort!
Cheerio!
Nov 2, 2015
Nov 2, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Wake up
It's Monday
Lace up your shoes
Walk out the door
No one to notice anymore
There's no one here anymore
Wake up
It's Tuesday
Makeup your face
Walk straight to work
To get a good tip just flirt
Smile so it doesn't have hurt
Wake up
It's Wednesday
Comb out your hair
Go through the rain
The wet can hide the pain
That's on your face in stains
Wake up
It's Thursday
Look in the mirror
Avoid your eyes
Don't listen to empty lies
To whispers in their eyes
Wake up
It's Friday
Brush your teeth
Swallow all fear
No one left to listen here
None to shout, **** or jeer
Wake up
It's Saturday
Click out your notes
Play back the laughs
You've recorded in drafts
Not much ever seems to last
Wake up
It's Sunday
Button your dress
Go pray at church
Tell yourself it all has worth
How could it get any worse
Wake up
It's Monday
Lace up your shoes
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
Shall I ever have a bad day
I remind myself of the way
the green of the trees compliments
the violet of the nighttime southern summer sky;
Shall I ever feel lesser
I remind myself of the way
my mother appears
as her eyes well with tears
of pride and joy;
Shall I ever experience a sense of emptiness
I remind myself of the sound
of my dad's laugh,
of the way my brother always gets
my references;
Shall I ever have a moment of doubt
I remind myself of the reverberations
that hollow your insides
when the guy you like kisses you for
the first time;
Shall I ever forget my purpose
I remind myself of the way it felt
when I saw my nanny's husband on my
graduation day;
Shall I ever doubt the future
I remind myself of
the way I moved on from
my deepest love;
Shall I ever feel weak
I remind myself of
my first days in D.C. as I
stumbled aimlessly through streets
with which I was unfamiliar;
Shall I ever be devoured by ambiguity
I remind myself of
the peace I have felt as I
watch the steady ripples of
the Ohio;
Shall I ever get lost
I remind myself of the
paths I have forged,
of the arms that
extend open;
I may seek resurrection mother nature
offers me
in the sand
I have felt in my toes,
of the grass that has tickled
my back,
of the sunsets that have moved
my soul,
in the water bodies that have sung
me to sleep;
I may be reborn in
the rifts of my
favorite songs,
in the quotes of
my favorite movies,
in the words of
timeless poems;
in the love the world extends
I shall never go without
comfort,
inspiration,
rejuvenation;
I shall never truly become lost
for the world always
finds me.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
I know I'm not alone.
I know that when I get home
there's people who love me.
I am surrounded by love even from those faraway.
And that my friends is a beautiful thing I can say.
Because sometimes I feel weak and bland and terrible, to say the least.
Sometimes I don't even love myself, if I may speak. But other people's love keeps me going, because it is always showing.
And that is the best kind of love isn't it? One not defined by words, but by actions and forgiveness.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
I sit in the middle of a dark room
Surrounded my forty eight candles
Burning brightly and quietly,
they flicker with the slightest breeze
One candle is one year of my life,
their wax melting graciously to the floor
One burns out then another
my life is being extinguished swiftly
Darkness envelopes me whole
a little light and warmth present
Twenty four candles out
haunting feelings set in
What has happened to my life
sickening feeling besets me
Three to go, its going too fast
my final words, my final breathes
Pitch black
Heart stops
I am gone
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
... talking to me as if I'm awake,
but I'm asleep,
so theres no way you can repeat,
escaping your emotions as the night falls,
creeping in desperation,
breaking down the walls,
i would search the nation,
to see you fall in love,
i would search the nation,
to see you fall in love,
she turned it on,
and me as well,
will the teenage love making occur,
only the time will tell,
she turned it on,
and me as well,
will the teenage love making occur,
only the time will tell,
put me in your magical trance,
expressing my emotions,
like the ring of a bell,
come with me baby,
we could rule the night if we dance,
the dance floor couldn't handle us,
just tell me you will.....
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
The prey is surrounded by hunters waiting to make their next move. To make the light leave the preys glancing eyes and the blood pour out from it's veins leaving it dead for them to rip apart. It's only appreciated when it's gone down their throats, into their stomach and as the hunger starts again the poor creature is already forgotten and the hunt for a new prey has begun.
Jun 25, 2014
Jun 25, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
When you're surrounded by hundreds of people but no one notices you. No one chooses to hear you. Everyone except from him. Him with the goofy big smile from one ear to another. He sees what no one else sees. You. He sees when you look alone surrounded by people. He sees you when you have that distant look in your eyes, like you aren't present. But when you're with him everything changes. You're there, you're not alone.
You're in love.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:48 PM UTC
As I stand, sit, stand
Tears stream out of my eyes
Who are you?
Surrounded by love for you
I cry
Not for the stranger the lies behind the curtain
A corpse
But for those I love.
I love. Those who loved you.
Black surrounds me
Subdued colours
Black rustle, slink, stretch
Your picture stares out at us all as we sit
Stand,sit
Listen to a song I've never heard before
You loved it, its happy
I don't think you would have liked to see this
The crying. Grief surrounding your remains
I brought some flowers to put
On the plot where your ashes will be
But you didn't want anything
They are burnt alongside you
The memories aren't burnt. They remain
Brighter than before. Calendars and
Jumpers. Always too small but I wore them anyway.
I didn't know you, but
I miss you.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC