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Anna Christine May 2012
Every sigh, every breath, every forced pattern is sparkled with the intensity of the memory of you.
I have created a world with noone to tell me wrong, noone to go against my wishes. I have created a world without you and every breath I take I regret my being.
For what is passion, without you. For what is desire, without you.

For what is love, without you.

Teach me passion, for I fear it has left, compose desire in the web of the music carried by fear.

An ocean filled with lonely souls, agony heard in the mesmorizing colours of a wind that is to be spoken of.
A song, not to be understood with words is rippled across the surface of the lonely ocean. The darkness that touches the sun, gleaming with devastation, is a constant reminder of reality.

The doubting heart, the breaking stride, the abandoned agony. Solitarity can be a treasure, when one desires it. It can be the arrow pinned through every limb. Rise above, till you hit what is known as earth.

Cast the anker, slow down. Drown in the ocean with the deserted. Over the hills and further. Wait for dawn, your presence will embarrass what is known as perfection.

Leave me not, leave me for you.

A desire for red roses. Leave white at my deathbed, for what is death without love?
You are the sound that detaches my heart from its melancholy. I walk alone.

Believe what is said, trust me not.
I cannot bear responsible for the debris I create, I cannot stand to watch you bother.

Hold my hand with your black gloves. You know the misfortune, you know the misery. Take the black horse.

I see the mask, but not the face. I see your touch, but feel nothing. Inside my heart I wish you near but time is pushing me against the fall.

Forget the wide eyes, gleaming with fear. Forget the discreet screams.
Let me be the light that guides you.
Say you will love me.
mike merrifield Mar 2018
Midnight stalkers inclined to harvest,
Sick invested judgmental torments download like there's no tomorrow
Introversitle  mind, declined
Of all attributes hidden away in time
Solitarity subject of his own mind
Off on a daring night
Secretly hide, and not to be seen
For the events created may turn out too obscene
The boy , he is too blind to realize
Of the insanity that LIES inside
Insomnia
Kelly Jun 2022
i prayed for this
now i don't want it

the highs fly by and my eyes can't catch any moments
i ride on attention and affection

i spend time between the sheets with people i'm dying to meet
and wake in the morning begging for solitarity

i pathologize my feelings
and
i want to be alone but my thoughts are my loudest company

my brain is stuck in cyclical relentlessness
i speak to myself and somebody else answers
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Some days my flames are hot and other days so cold
I look out my window of hope
foster cobblestones and ancient trolls
hobbits with an eye for laughter
prepared for the great here after
some days i falter
to come up with a solution
the dream police issue me a citation for noise pollution
their are some things in my attic so i better clean it
from the cobblestone onto a barbed wire fence
faces in a trance
one heart to hold a hand to mold
solitarity
in the city folks getting busy
charm you most

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