"lonlyness" poems
What is it about **** that attract men and women.
Is it the ******* the sights, the sounds or is it their fantasy.
Is it their neurotic or ****** styles of motion that leaves them at awww,
or the sizes of disbelief.
What is it that attracts men and women. Is it lonlyness, cellabsy or the lack of.
Is it ok to watch **** during a bachlor or bachloret party. With your partner for ****** arousment, a boring day, or because your parter no longer particapates, or just because.
Yes some hate it, yet most love it.
**** **** **** **** **** ****
Even the word **** sounds ***** yet ****
Why is it hard for people to pull their eye's away even though they say it's disgusting.
****
From the funny mustaches and the funny beats in the 70's. To the ****** implacations, to live websites.
There's teasing **** soft **** hard core **** group **** ****** hurting **** painful **** **** beyond belief.
Me, yes I have watched **** but never paid for it. Yes, I've surfed the sights. But why, curiosity ? Who's to say.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 10:13 AM UTC
within the transparent lonlyness
tainted emotions are every where
through a gust of grayish gloom
with each fallen leaf fear flows
lingering in the stale dry air
passing over each wounded branch
that absorbs the shadows of sorrow
leaving behind one bare silhouette
of a tree rooted under the moon
standing alone through all upcoming years
with no way to escape the crumbling tears
from the fallen leaves of Autumn ending
and the night chills of Winter begining
Sep 14, 2016
Sep 14, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
As I sit here in time
And chip away rocks
One rock at a time
One falls to the ground
With blood on my hands
I chip at another stained with sweat
It was from an old lover
I look to the ground
And its covered by another
As I chip away at life
My pile is very full
I shuffle through rocks
To see where I'll go
I see rocks stained with tears
I see rocks from my past years
I find rocks of heart aches
Which there were many
I find rocks of joy
Which there are plenty
There's rocks filled with herion
That's from my past
There rocks of forgiving
Those are rocks that last
There's rocks of bad
From when I was a boy
There's rocks of lonlyness
From when I was alone
No matter the cause
No matter the reason
These are rocks of my life
It's what gives me meaning
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
The days the days the days ... Of what of what we say days r.. Monday Tuesday we'd... What does that mean.. Days that are gone days that don't mean Notjing to us... We breath we breath... We take a step everyday in life. Everyday we takes steps in life. Days. Some people go without eating days we go without thinking... Stupidity . Foolishness. Fear.. Thursday Friday happy.. Lonlyness... What does those days mean... Days of what we say are days days we are clueless days we are lost... Days we smile. Days we laugh.. Sunday .. Saturday... Hmm confusing days... Days to relax.. Days to breath... Take steps everyday in life.. Fear.. Loneliness. Happyiness... Thinking stupidity foolishness... Life.. Days. Seconds moments... Monday ... Tuesday... Wed.. Thursday... Breath... Breath.... Friday.... Pace yourself courage.... Saturday...... Sunday...... Days... Days... Of life..
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 7:37 PM UTC
Laying all alone
Wrapped in a blanket
A blanket is all
All alone
No one to hold me,
But my own two hands
They caress my naked skin
I shiver
And the lonlyness consumes every inch of my flesh
Contradictions fly through the air around me
Should I keep holding out?
What about the wreck of a life I've made for myself here?
Where do I go?
No one is here for me anymore
All alone
Abondond
Neglected
Abused
Thrown out into the gutters of life
Hated
Spat upon
Lost
Forsaken
Left all for dead
She has always been the love of my life
I've waited
I've held out
I've tried to do what's best for her
Yet I've fucken shattered inside
Nothing in me can hold it in anymore
Every last drop is gone
I think its time.I leave this hollow shell
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 7:37 PM UTC
**Passing stone walls after work
as I walk slowly past them
I get to my destination
but my destiny keeps leaving me
hurt and lost to find virtue again
I put time in days
and my days in time suspension
where void lives in caves
caved in the soul of my feet
so I turn the corner leading to home
I fallow the staircase
up to my dislocated space
where the air lives like a stanger
and my laundry is my floor matt
... the walls cave in
No matter where I go
I still end up in that bed
where I made to lay in it
sulk till my sheets blanket stars
and the moon's glow is no more
I heard them stories of lonlyness
I seen chin's touching chest
and eyes never seeing skies
where ever home may be
their beds solid as concrete
Butterflies are out my window
full of color and dance
but I won't let them in
I had many in my stomach
to replace what could have been
I lay still like... stupid
livid in this small junction
between me and the night
pulling and pushing the venom
making me sick in my demise
wrapped in a calamity
blanketed in cimmerian shade,
I am swimming in moonshine
choking on narcotics
I can't stay in this bed anymore
every piece of me dies.**
©MaddHatterQueen
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
Please. Lock me away
And don't allow the day.
Here inside, where I hide with my lonelyness.
I don't care what they say I won't stay in a world without shame.
I will wait and in awhile I will see inhuman guile.
It will come I don't know when. Maybe soon I know so baby until then.
Lock me way and don't allow the day. Here inside where I hide with my lonlyness.
I don't care what the say I won't stay in a world without shame.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
I use my silence as a way to hide my anger,
With each passing look I see the nothing that you perceive me as,
It would hurt if only I was not used to the lonlyness,
Sometimes I wonder when our actions gain the company they desire,
Or when asking a lover to leave you be is a sign of fear,
Music causes me to relate to those I hate,
Keeping my blood pumping so that my when the music touches our ears we see who was right,
If I lie it was because I was never lied to,
Everything is my truth it is what has got me this far,
Advertising is the only place where the truth is deafening but ignorance stacks all odds against us,
I apologize for the discombobulated sentences, the silence is yours if you want it,
I wish ro stay silent no longer, but my voice will only be heard when I lie.
Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 4:01 AM UTC
stagering in your darkened rain of pain
slicken and soiled from your stains
with the skulls of your past lying in dirt
with these feelings of lonlyness, pain and hurt
as i look into your empty eyes
which show nothing but immortality of hate
stricken by the path of bones from your past
with empty hearts scattered in your trail of blood
i can only see that your only about pain and misery
which your feelings inside only comfort you with hurt
the only time you smile is from the death of a loved one
the times you cry is when no one loves you
why do you do the things that you do
why do you tell me that i love you
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 12:46 PM UTC
My lonlyness is
The empty bottle sitting
On the beds nightstand
Staring coldly back at me
The only picture of you.
Jan 15, 2021
Jan 15, 2021 at 9:29 AM UTC
What is deep
Is it the configuration of words
Is it the words we use
Pain, black, dark, blood, death
What makes it deep
Yes we can all write
We can make up stories
But really deep, deep from your past
From your life's experiences
Have you ever cried while writing
Me yes
From hurt
From pain
From my addiction
From lonlyness
From depression
From death
It does show
So write
Write about your life
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
With this fast pace life we all have.
What does one do when lonely.
The mind wanders in times of lonlyness.
Do you think of your past life and feed on it.
Do you think of what you want to do in the future.
Or does one ponder on lonely thoughts.
What does lonlyness actually mean. To be without a lover. To be without a family or to be without a friend.
Lonlyness
Complete solitude, dispair, depression,
hermit, frightened.
Scared of life, scared of people.
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
Love is mysterious
Even we cannot understand
Because we do not know about ourself
We cannot understand about ourself so
Love is a unknown thing that human ever had
Love could be anything,
Happiness, fulfillment, lonlyness, sadness,
But all we know, love is something that saves us
So, be loved
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC