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Black Jewelz Jan 2016
How does it feel to feel stupid?

How is it, to be unappreciated?

What's it like to be unwanted?

What is the greatness of being ignored by all?

All the while enchantment dances in your eyes as you behold her ...

Tell me what it's like,

Diamond in the rough.
Peter Roads Dec 2015
A closed door is a simple premise
and you should know
That when I do this I'm not being rude
I just need my room to be empty.
If you do decide to knock
Please have something more poignant
Than seeking reassurance that I like you
Or to ask me if I want food
I know that I forget sometimes
And I'm six foot two of bones
Right now I just want to be alone
I'm not swinging from a rope in here
I have rope yes, but no rafters
So respect the distance, act as
if the door doesn't open.
I'm not unhappy, my opus
demands solitude, my beating chest
Is uncomfortable with guests.
Your intentions an unwanted anchor
sinking the sofa I'm sailing
to nowhere special
in my own good time.
I'm not being crude,
But I swear I might be ****
******* to pirate ****
or watching Pokemon
These are things I do
and I don't need you for them.
If you must come in, don't hover
like a beast without thumbs,
at the edge of my awareness,
I can hear your footsteps wanting
to talk, please just keep walking.
I mean I DO like you,
probably,
but understand that I don't need
to say goodbye and hello,
to stand at the door and watch you go,
The demands for connection
undermine my withdrawal.
I don't need help,
to be dragged with the herd
I'm an introvert and I like,
unobserved, quietly judging you
without needing to actually be at the party.
Contrary evidence might suggest
That you're welcome
Because I invited you here
Or promised you dinner,
you can stand to be one meal thinner
Because the door is closed;
I'll see you when I come out
And I'll come out when I'm ready
Lizley Dec 2015
I want to run away,
to detach myself from myself
Leave behind that ball of pain building in the depths
Inside this heart, inside of me –
            inside the love you never feel
            when you hold me or look at me
            or when your fingers ring the bell;

It’s time to say goodbye,
to detach myself from myself
from this solitary brokenness which I forever felt
But first, tell me how you begin
to live and smile again
Tell me
How do you escape and free yourself
from being clothed in pain?
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|04.22.2015|
Sick and tired of the same old vulnerabilities.
neonatrocity Dec 2015
Solitude in all its glory
fills the air in sorrowful story
All afflicted, one tale like the next
of children aging, beloved departing,
lovers no longer to be caressed

For solitude is that which steals all joy from our young,
and solitary is the black-cloaked figure
that steals warm breath from once-full lungs
And solitary is that which leaves only death whence it comes.
AmyKatrinaSmith Oct 2015
I see you sleeping
but I hear you weeping, do you think you can fool me?
cuz I no what lurks in your heart, your everlasting heart.
I see confusion you deceived my heart.
Don't you run away, don't you know what you do to me
you broke my heart in two, you put my heart in to a glass jar.
I feel the fear sweating out of you, the end is near
I AM COMING FOR YOU!!!

Heart in a jar, you've gone too far.
My new solitary home has not even a soul, you put me down, down in to the ground.
I am bound, I am bound, I can't hear a sound., I am bound, I'm in the ground,
I AM BOUND!!!
Yusuf Kura Sep 2015
and Again!
I'm there with a pen,
and flowers I picked before hand.
and Again!
I'm where you left me,
I'm here in your head.
Such a lonesome space,
and Again!
I'm a lonesome *****.

The garden is mourning,
and flowers,
flowers are missing,
and Again!
I'm here in your head,
I'm there beautifully dying,
with no light and rain.
This empty space.

You go about,
and about and about.
While I'm here in an empty drawer,
and Again!
I'm where you put me, -
Solitary
I'm in your fighting cage,
battling anger,
and Again!
I'll be here,
Until you feel better.
Rue G Aug 2015
whenever I meet someone new, I inevitably check their limbs for scars.

they are almost always there, some solitary little wisps, some like a cross-hatching, a pattern, a score...

...and I find that the stories written there are irresistible, and the wounds run deeper than I can kiss.

I always fall for the broken ones, whose scars travel further than I've ever been.
August 10, 2015

I started with the last line a long time ago, and it's been flitting around in my head, with the rest of the words just out of reach. It finally made sense tonight.
vaishax Jul 2015
Chaotic and hectic
To deal with people around me
Can’t cope with this frenzy
Perhaps in solitude I’ll be free

They talk, they deduce
It isn’t helping cos it’s just a ruse
So clouded by the spree
In solitude alone, I can see

I want to talk, and sing too
Not much, just a word or two
Don’t need an audience please
Talking in solitude, that’s me

Don’t push me to the rim
With thoughts just so grim
Don’t barge in my space
In solitude I want to be

When the world turns to be
A freer, just calmer space
I want to step out and feel
What pain solitude has been

And when I’ve made it, alive
Out of my solipsistic life
I want to turn into a new leaf
Embrace a new me, no pain nor grief!
Steph Dionisio Jul 2015
A solitary place
in the middle of nowhere.
Great distance from perfection.
The horrible look is incomparable.
Covered with dirt;
no marks of hope.
The shadow of dark
surrounds every part of it.
Abandoned
Hopeless
now unknown
deserved to be gone.
Then a man came,
from a paradise.
The place awaiting to be destroyed
given a dot of hope.
Pleased
Optimistic
and for some reason
the man stayed.
Alone for years,
the man removed every single dirt.
From irrecovable
it turned into something
abrupt.
It can be "something"
from nowhere.
Unforseen
A day approached
the man said goodbye.
Away
the place still looked beautiful.
But
it has no value.
Empty
Unworthy
The changes are insignificant.
Certainly it needed more than
how it looked.
Even so, its new beauty
without the man
remained
a solitary place.

*-Steph Dionisio, July 13, 2015
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