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The Lonely Poet Apr 2021
First, it was drawing.
I wanted to be the best.
I spent hours on my floor with my sketchbook,
Filling it with broken humans.
But then, I abandoned it.

Next, it was baking.
I wanted to be the best.
I spent hours in the kitchen with my cookbook,
Making a recipe of disaster.
But then, I abandoned it.

Finally, it was poetry.
I didn't want to be the best.
I didn't want anything anymore.
I spent hours at my desk with my notebook,
Pouring my shattered heart onto the paper.
But then,
After I had tried so hard,
And given so much,
It abandoned me.
The Lonely Poet Apr 2021
If you're sad,
You're sad.
You can't fix it.
You can't stop it.
You can't be put together again.
Accept that you're sad.
Then you have two choices.

Either live your life as a lie.
A faker.
Constantly wearing a mask.

Or you can do the second choice.
The easiest choice.
A permanent solution to a temporary problem.

Each choice ends in death.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
I take out my cauldron.
The first ingredient is always the most important.
Rummaging through my drawers, I finally find the perfect one.
I pop in a piece of paper.
Next, I reach for my desk.
I pop in a jar of ink.
Stirring the ***, I open the lid of my head.
These ingredients are the hardest to find.
A pinch of inspiration.
A dash of creativity.
A cup or two of words.
They all go in the cauldron.
Finally, it's time for the last ingredient.
The last ingredient is always the most important.
I reach into my heart.
Carefully, carefully, I pull out all my love.
Carefully, carefully, I put it in the ***.
Mix! Stir! Whirl! Spin!
There. It's done.
I pull out a fresh poem.
I am an Alchemeist of Imagination.
The Lonely Poet Jan 2021
Words
Screaming
Through
My
Head
Tears
Streaming
Down
My
Face
As I sit
With my back
To the locked door
So that you don't walk in on me.
I
Try
To
Calm
Myself
Down
But you can't escape from your own head.
The demons
They follow me
Perseverant
Determined
They need to destroy me.
GET OUT
GET OUT
GET OUT
GET OUT
GET OUT
GET OUT
GET OUT
OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT OUT!!
GET OUT OF MY ROOM
GET OUT OF MY HEAD
GET OUT OF MY HEART
GET OUT OF MY LIFE
And maybe
then
after you get out of my room
and out of my head
and out of my heart
and out of my life
after you're well and truly gone
then they can fix me again.
But you can't fix a window
that's shattered into a million pieces.
Even if everyone
helped
look
for
them.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
Here I sit
Alone in my bed
At 3 in the morning.
I am NOT missing you.
I am NOT feeling lonely.
I am NOT tired!!

Because if I was tired
Then I would dream
And if I dreamt

I would dream of you.
I literally wrote this at 3 in the morning. I'm sure I'll delete it when I finally have my brain back from the prison of overdue Geometry work.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Come on, open up your eyes.
Stop looking at the screen.
There's a whole world out there.
Don't read a story.
Write one.
Live one.
It's time to wake up.
It's time to live your life.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
Listen to the waves.
Feel the wind through your hair.
Dig your toes in the sand.

Can you feel it?
Can you feel the ocean?
Can you feel my love?

The waves are my thoughts.
The wind is my devotion.
The sand is my promises.

Lose yourself in my beach.
I can be your safe space.
Would you like to build a sand castle with me?

When it's time to go, take a piece of me with you.

A shell, some sand, some of my water.

That way you can hold on to our tranquility forever.
That way you can hold on to our love forever.

I'll be your beach, as long as you need.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
A bird without wings
But still can fly
A boy without eyes
But still can cry

A girl with no voice
But still can sing
A man with no ears
But still can hear the bell ring

A bride with no groom
Still has her wedding
A man with no crown
Still can be a king

An artist with no pen
Still can draw
An author with no story
Still stands tall

You can be the hero,
Can be all of these things,
Everything is possible,
If you just believe.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
This isn't a poem.
This is a thank you.
To everyone still on HelloPoetry.
I've read some amazing poems, only to find the account dead.
And I know only around 16-20 people will read this.
And that's okay.
My poems ****.
But, I just wanted to thank everyone who's brave enough to write.
To share their mind with the world.
Thank you for inspiring me.
Thank you for giving me courage.
Thank you.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
If I keep my problems bottled up in my heart,
Then nobody has to worry about me.
What? What's wrong?
Oh no! That's terrible!
I'm sure I can help!
Let me take your problems too.
But who will help me with mine?
No! Don't worry!
I'm fine!
I'm always fine!
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
Going off on a tangent
Of wordless emotion

Reaching for the stars
Without any fingers

Listening, breathing, watching
Without existing

Nevermore
Forevermore

Sitting with my back to the locked door
So the demons don't escape

Infinity stopped
Time reversed

The world was new
Yet the universe was old

And the butterfly flapped its wings.
The Lonely Poet Jan 2021
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
But not as sweet as you.

Ring around the rosy,
Pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You took my heart,
And you tore it in two.

Ring around the rosy,
Pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My words may create,
But I can't erase you.

Ring around the rosie,
Pocket full of posies,
Ashes, ashes,
We all fall down.

Ashes, ashes.
We all fall down.

Ashes, ashes,

We
All
Fall
Down.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
The comet streaks down, tail red like blood.
So beautiful and so terrible.
Will it **** me, or will I **** myself?
I know the answer.
The comet is my mind.
The comet is the demons in my head.
The comet is coming for us all.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Sniffing
Sobbing
Wordlessly
Conveying
My
Emotions
Conveying
The
P­ain
The
Tears
Fall
With
Every
Single
One
That
Stains
My
Floor
Out­
Goes
A
Memory
Of
You





I am at peace again.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
...You will not receive this poem.
Why?
Because I have no future.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
They said we were stars.
And in a way, we were.
Or at least you were.
You're the star in my sky.
The light in my life.
We lived in a lovely eternal night.
But eventually, the sun begins to rise.
And our stars begin to fall.
Trapped in a nightmarish eternal day.
And as the moon wanes and waxes,
Our love grew and shrank as well.
But eventually, our stars went out.
And I was permanently trapped on the dark side of the moon.
While you danced on the sun.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
I was walking in the woods with my friends one day,
when suddenly, their voices stopped.
I look behind me to see an empty white void.
A nullspace.
Nothingness.
Infinitely.
I call into it. Are my friends there?
But all I hear is my own voice.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
My words stream forever into the blankness.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
My words come back to me.
I sit there for a while, listening to my words.
Minutes?
Hours?
You can't have time when there's no space.
I listen to myself calling out across the emptiness.
Then, something calls back.
It is not my words.
It is not words.
It is music.
Suddenly, I am woken up by my friends.
We're going for a walk in the woods today.
If I don't come back, don't worry.
I'm just listening to the music.
Echo,
echo,
echo.
Inside my head.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
No matter how long I tried,
I was never good enough.
No matter how little I ate,
I was never skinny enough.
No matter how long I stayed,
I was never loyal enough.
No matter how much I cried,
I was never emotional enough.

I was never enough for you.
I was never enough for anyone.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
Run,
Run,
Watch us run.

I ran to her.

She ran away.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
I knew that I would be all alone,
But I didn't accept it.

I knew that you were wrong for me,
But I didn't accept it.

I knew that it was the end,
But I didn't accept it.

Facts are just opinions until you make them true.
The Lonely Poet Apr 2021
Can this be considered a poem?
Or is it just words written in the dead of night,
Scrawled in my notebook with a blue glittery pen?
I use the light of my slowly beating heart to see my futile writing.

Can this be considered a poem?
Or is it just my thoughts,
Thrown onto a poetry website?
My poems take up space that the real writers should occupy.

Can this be considered a poem?
No.
No it can't.
Because I can't write.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
Doesn't exist.
Not after what you did.
The Lonely Poet Jan 2021
Build the walls, higher and higher
Keep all my emotions at bay
Build a dam to keep my feelings from spilling over
Cover my love for you in chains

I want guards around every corner
Armed with insults and lies
The pain keeps me working
Keeps my anxiety going

Nobody will break in
I'll remain protected forever
If I don't love anyone, they can't hurt me
My heart is heavily guarded
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
When you've been constantly living in fear,
Nothing is scarier than you not here.
The Lonely Poet Jan 2021
If I'd known that the last time I held your hand
Would've been the last time
Then I would've held on
A little tighter.
The Lonely Poet Apr 2021
She sat locked in a
Prison of society's
Cruel expectations

And she screamed and screamed
Begging for someone to help
But nobody cared

Because she wasn't
Perfect like everyone else
They took her away

And let her die.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
All. Over. Me.
I. Can't. See.
I. Can't. Think.
They reach for me.
They reach for my body.
They reach for my brain.
But they can't find anything.
Groping, groping, groping.
Hands claw at the air.
Shouting, shouting, shouting.
Where am I?! Where am I?!
The hands reach out once more.
Reaching, reaching, reaching.
But they can't find anything.
I am too far gone.
The Lonely Poet Jan 2021
"Don't worry, be happy."
Okay, I'll try;

But the rain is still falling
And the landlord's still calling
My projects are due
I haven't heard from you
My room is a mess
I'm under huge stress

But I'll try to be happy.
I'll try.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
"Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof"
Okay, I'll clap.
Because I feel like I don't have a roof.

A roof means stability.
A home.
Without a roof, I just have four walls.
No protection from the world.

The wind blows over me.
The rain falls on me.
And one day, when my house inevitably caves in,
I'll be there in the middle

Still clapping.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
Can you hear me?
Of course you can't.
Nobody can.
And they can't hear you, either.
Because we are all just words on a screen.
They can only hear what we tell them.
They say not to put yourself on the internet...
But that's the only way we can be heard.
That's the only way to distract from the silence in our hearts.
I could be standing next to you.
Writing this next to you.
Right now.
And you would never know.
Because to you, I am just words on a screen.
And to me, you are nothing.
Because I can't hear you.



Will you talk to me?
The Lonely Poet Jan 2021
Come on, my love
Let's escape the modern world
And go to a world of our own
Of our own design
Where anything is possible
So long as you believe

                    Beach
                                                 Mountains
Cabin

This world is our oyster
And you, my love, the pearl

                                                                                City
                     Farmland
                                                   Forest

Whatever you desire
I'll make it for you

                                                                                                    Together
Apart
                                                   Lonely

No matter where we are
As long as I'm with you, I'm home.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
We all have hearts,
Yet nobody has compassion.

We all have eyes,
Yet nobody can see past the color of your skin.

We all have mouths,
Yet all we can speak is hate.

Our fists were used for breaking barriers,
Not for breaking each other.

Our words were used for destroying hate,
Not making more.

We're all stuck on this planet.
A rock flying through space.
We're all stuck here together.
So why can't we get along?

You can't save the world if there's not a world to save.
You can't destroy the world if there's not a world to destroy.
We're all the hero.
We're all the villain.
We're the main characters in our stories.

We're the focus of our poems.
We're all writing poems for ourselves.
We're all writing poems for each other.

So if you choose to write...
Write for good.

If you choose to speak...
Speak love.

And then we'll be able to see past our differences
And see past our similarities
See past our hate
See past our love

We'll stop seeing the universe.
And start seeing each other.

So open your eyes.
The Lonely Poet Jan 2021
The pain in my stomach
Is nothing compared
To the pain in my ears,
From the demons in my head
Shouting at me.

The angels try to silence them,
But they too fall to the screams.

I'm doing everything the demons say,
Yet they still want more.
They always want more.

I promised I wouldn't do it!
But the demons don't care.
After all, if a promise is only as strong
As the word of the person who makes it,

Then my promises are weak.

I snap the chains.
And the demons are finally satisfied.
The Lonely Poet Mar 2021
Don't you hate me?
What?
You don't?
Huh.
You're just as crazy as I am.
Are the demons as loud for you?
Is your head as messed up as mine is?
What?
It is?
Huh.
You know what?
I love you.
And the weirdest part is...
I think you love me back.
We're equally messed up.
But two halves of a heart make a whole one.
We can rebuild each other.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
I look at someone else's poem
And I see flawlessness.
I look at my own
And I see nothing but flaws.
I write poetry to get away from the bad feelings.
Not to make more.
And it's hard.
Everything is hard.
I've become hard.
Hardened to the beauty of the world.
Hardened to the beauty of poetry.
All I can focus on is my own writing
As I try to be as good
As you.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
What is this world's obsession with being known as one thing?
To society, you can only have one trait.
Artsy, smart, bookworm, gamer.
Pick one thing now, because you'll be it for the rest of your life.
You're an original, exactly like everyone else.
But still...
I'd rather have my personality labeled then my sexuality or gender.
Why do you care what I'm known as?
I can be bi one morning and lesbian the next!
I can be a girl one morning and a boy the next!
You can't stick a label on being yourself.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
To You.

Hey.
I heard what happened.
I'm not going to bother with that 'are you okay' stuff.
Because clearly, you're not.
And you won't be for a while.
When something like that happens, you can't just be 'okay'.
You can say you're okay.
You can act like you're okay.
But a true friend of yours knows you're not.

They can't use your heart as a playtoy when it's worth so much more than that.
You are worth so much more than that.

You fell in love, and they crashed you down.
They smashed you on the ground.

You can't just smash a plate on the ground and expect it to go back together instantly.

No matter how many times you beg, or ask nicely, or wish, it won't fix itself by itself.

A heart is the same way.

And when people say those things to you, those terrible things...
Then your heart breaks even more. Even more pieces to fix.

But I'm here.
I'll pick up the glue.
And I'll work on mending your heart.

Not fixing. You can't fix something like that.
But at least stitching it all together in a heart-like shape.

I won't let you stay broken.

Because you don't deserve that, no matter what they say.

Do you know what you do deserve?

You deserve love.
You deserve to be loved.
You deserve the world.
You deserve the entire universe in the palm of your hand.

And I wish I could be the one to give it to you.

But even though I can't, I'll stay by your side.
I hope knowing that makes you feel better.

I can't replace them. I can't truly fix the damage they've done.
But I can be here.

You just tell me what you need. Okay? Even if it means that you want me to leave. Because all I care about is that you're happy.

Promise me that you'll take care of yourself. I know everything's really tough right now, but I need you to be strong.
I know you're strong. You're stronger than anyone I know.

So please, just stay with me, alright? I believe in you.

It'll all be okay.

Love,
Me.
I know this is different from what I usually write, but somebody I love really needed this. It'll be okay, I promise. I'm here for you and I'll never leave you.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Sinking into the books.
The depths of literature.
Romance.
Fantasy.
Nonfiction.
I lose myself in it all.
I am safe.
Books are my armour.
They're full of words.
And words are the one thing you can't take from me.
The Lonely Poet May 2021
Our unrequited love stretches through time.
Joy, love, and sorrow becomes a rhyme.
I take your hand, unsure what to do.
I love you more than anything. Do you love me too?
Pain, heartache, comfort, glee,
Those are the things you give to me.
Passionate kisses, our love never ends,
This is the poem I read to my friend.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
Poetry is more than assigned reading for your English class.
It's more than a distraction or a diversion.
It's not an escape.
It's a portal to a new reality.
My reality.
Even when my walls have crumbled,
and my dam has burst,
Poetry's still there.
It's the one thing that's keeping me sane.
You can burn my books,
Smash my computer,
But my poetry is still here.
In my heart.
In my head.
In my words.
Swirling around in the clouds.
Rustling through the leaves.
Swimming in the water.
Yes, poetry is flowing through the very air we breathe.
Sometimes it shows itself to us,
In times of true devotion.
A loving hug.
A tearful apology.
An understanding handshake.
Love.
Forgiveness.
Acceptance.
That is what poetry truly is.
So pick up your pencil.
Open your mouth.
Knock on the door.
And start living poetry.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Sun
It shines
Down on me
It dries my tears
It won't leave me alone
My sun is better than you
Wait, the clouds are coming
Don't leave! Come back!
The sun's gone
Hidden forever
Shadow
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Love is a picnic on a warm summer day.
Love is accidentally holding hands during a movie.
(All I wanted was the popcorn...)
Love is sitting next to them at the lunch table.
Love is sharing your cookies, even when you want them all.
(They were freshly baked!)
Love is drying your tears, no matter how they feel.
Love is being their shoulder to cry on.
(How do I tell them?)
Love is, love is, love is...
Love is you.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
If I say it enough, I'll believe it.
As long as I hold on to that fake promise,
I should be fine.
Right?
If I say it enough, I can trick myself.
I can trick my survival instincts.
I can trick my common sense.
If I say it enough, the demons will believe it, too.
And I can trick myself into believing my lies.
My truthful lies.
If you say it enough, it'll become true.
I'll make your wish come true.
And my lies become reality.
If I say it enough, will you believe it?
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
i said i loved you.
you said "so what?"
i said i was scared.
you said "so what?"
i said i needed help.
you said "so what?"
i said goodbye.
you said "wait-"
but it was too late for me.
too little, too late.
i was gone.

So what?
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
What happens when you can't let go?
When everyone tells you that it's good for you;
But you simply can't bear to let go of the memories
And the thoughts
And the hopes
And the dreams

What happens when you can't leave them behind?

Do you fall,
sink
deep
deep
deeper
into your head?

Do your thoughts become like quicksand,
******* you
down
down
farther
until you've completely encased in a prison of your own making?

What then?

Then the shouting gets louder
And the pounding gets harder

Until, with a heartbreaking cry,
you surrender the memories
And the thoughts
And the hopes
And the dreams

And they're gone.
Forever.

But then
And only then
Do you have space in your head
For new memories.
And new thoughts.
And new hopes.
And new dreams.
Together.
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Can we stay here forever?
In a moment where I don't have to worry?
Away from the judgement of the world,
Where you and I can just be you and I?

A moment in the sun, holding hands,
A moment at the beach, together in the sand,
A moment in the night, kissing under the moon,
A moment together, just me and you.

                                                 Forever
      

         Is


                             Easy


Moments


                                         Are


        Harder
The Lonely Poet Dec 2020
Hands wrapped together in an eternal *******.
Promises whispered to the universe.
Your touch, so soft, like a butterfly's wings.
Our heartfelt embrace and our final farewell.
If I'd known that it would've been forever, I would've held on a little longer.
Held you a little tighter.
Kissed you a little more.
The streetlight, flickering, bathed in moonlight.
The rain, blanketing the world in a blinding mist.
A screech of tires.
A flash of blood.
You, my love, were no more.
You left me forever.
And you took my heart with you.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
My alarm begins to blare its endless refrain.
You stream in through my curtains and shake me by the shoulders.
But you can't wake me up.
Not today.
Not tomorrow.
Not ever.
I am here, but you can't see me.
Trapped in an eternal nighttime.
In an eternal sleep.
So I'm sorry, sun, but your cheery beams won't fall on me anymore.
They were wasted on me anyways.
Go give your light to someone who deserves it.
I have all the light I need.
The stars illuminate the wound on my stomach.
The sun illuminates the knife by my bed.
The Lonely Poet Apr 2021
When the howling of the wind,
And the swirling of the sea,
And the crunch of the leaves,
And all the screams and sobs of the world are too much,
Then come to my house.

Hear the squeak of the door opening,
The scuffs of your shoes on my unswept floor,
The fire crackling beautifully,
And hear my comforting words.

I can't fix it.
Nobody can except you.
But I can make you feel better.
And that's the only thing you need.

So open my door.
Come to my house.
And enter my heart.
The Lonely Poet Feb 2021
The fox runs swiftly through the woods.
Its tail upsets the leaves and starts them
Swirling
The beauty of its coat is reflected by the sun.

The fish swims gracefully through the stream.
A leaf falls into the water and creates lovely
Ripples
Its scales shimmering under the waves.

The deer lays quietly in the grove.
Curled around its baby that it
Loves
A little baby doe.

And as the seasons pass
And the moon waxes and wanes
The little doe will grow up
Surrounded by the love of its mama
And the love of the forest.
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