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Emma Bugg Aug 2016
O, where did all they go when he cleft?
or forever this woodpecker was chosen to be left
nothing lasts forever, as our hurts dance
with no shimmering stance
befriended with his own pallor face
to see abundance of worldly things running with no dice
while busily keeping the wastage stacked,
by alone he got thwacked
to rack every tiniest and lightest heart
for the sake to stay still in amidst of everybody’s part
unto pronounced as a best masked dancer
how poor he is by goofing off his beloved and his only one lover
by turning out his sleepy wacky head into cluttery niche
wait, he even does not aware he has been ditched
D Jul 2016
When you -  want a taste of that,
Sweet sweet desire,
But he's - just so tired, and you
Don't wanna be alone;

When you - fantasize all night of that,
Sweet sweet delight,
But the - dreams don't feel right, and you
Don't wanna be alone;

When you - have a lot to lose, he's just,
So sweet to you
But he - hasn't got a clue, and you
Are sick of being on your own;

You get good at being your own home.
This is about ***, and not receiving the love I want/need.
I love him, crazy as that is, but he hasn't got a clue what to do!
Lol ***
Viseract Jun 2016
Confidence from self-assurance
Reassuring myself, ignoring disturbance
Pushing my feelings back, bottling them up
Ready to burst, to pop my top

An excuse to amuse
To use and abuse
All in the name of happiness
Suppressing my loneliness

Loner I am, I walk a lonely road
Yeah sure, only one I've ever known
Green day fan, not knowing where I'll go
But this is home to me so I walk alone

Destined to solitude
Friends come and friends go
Betrayal, distance or another path
Sure, I'm all alone, and I walk this road

It's filled with potholes, hills and unknown bumps
But no matter the state of disrepair, I only see crows
Some say I'm unique, different, one-of-a-kind
And where I'm going, nobody knows

I cause happiness on sight, and hatred sometimes
But I push on, negativity left behind
Sometimes it catches up, pulls me down
And whispers in my head, the only sound

The only thing constantly with me

As I walk down this dark alley
No sign of the end, no sights to see
Just voices, hatred, laughter and footsteps
Firmly fixed to a road unknown, firmly set

As I walk alone
Jack Jenkins May 2016
Deserted island, just me and the waves.
  Driftwood washing ashore, lies are no more.
Palm trees encircled all around the shore,
  Skull and crossbones adorn my lonesome home.

Nothing to do with my adequate time,
  But to build sand kingdoms and,
Watch them crumble with shifting tides.
  Oh, what a blight to be me!

Passing ships glide over starlight's gaze,
  Nothing but laughter from their crowded   decks.
The only friend I have is a coconut;
  To eat or to talk? A tough decision...
Been feeling really depressed for the last couple of weeks. Just feel cut off from everything.
Dark Ink May 2016
You tore her apart for your own joy,

Her soul lies vacant and fragile,

Yet she faces the axe for getting *****,

As no case ,can be filed.


You still roam around and live your life,

While she carries a perennial pain,

Who gave you the right to commit such a heinous crime,

And leave her miserably insane."


Unfortunately the past cannot be altered
but we can certainly look for a brighter future.


"I hope one day,  there will be no stare,

I hope one day ,no one will care,


Whether the fabric ,is short or long,

Visible garments ...
Whether a mini skirt ,or a cloak,

Clothes aren't right or wrong,

It's your mind ,facing a deadlock.


I hope one day , no news of ****

I hope one day,no obscene tape

Is it so hard to achieve

A world  free of harassment and eve- tease?"
When you hear the word "****," what do you think of ?? Let me know .. Do comment Down below:)
Ghost Writer 3 May 2016
I wear a canvas over
Covering my head
Just in case it rains
I won’t say what I said

At first, I just wore a jacket
It saved my pretty face
It protected my hair
I could not feel or care

a storm came rolling through                                                    
Rain prickled at my skin
So then I took a canvas
And I laid within its skin

I do not peak my head out
I do not say hello
I do not wish to get rained on
So I stay alone at home

e.s.
Barnaby Harrison Mar 2016
Frail I am in this windswept and wave battered shack;
Forsooth this be thy home next to the pebbled track
Which runs alongside the barren lands of this bay.
Time sweeps past like the wind whispering with dismay,
Telling of the malignant humans, all but possessed,
I used to walk with those humans, all well dressed
And now set in the stones that line their graves.
I wish, oh I wish thy could have helped and saved
The fragile bodies that now lie skeletal along the sands
That used to ring with cries of joy like the musical bands
Playing so nearby in the bandstands of our city.
More a village twas but still such a song filled and pretty;
The same village now plagued with the deathly sights
Of darkened, dismal days and dank, musty nights
Truth be told I want to return to that heavenly place
But tis this shack that is my pen, my metal cell
Lying next to what is left of the place that fell.
Maple Mathers Feb 2016
In this ice cold jungle,
I followed a cat
Across metal tree trunks and
carpets of grass

A fluorescent sun
hung amongst ceilings of sky
To wonder at THIS

is to wonder at
WHY?

Unheard and unseen, enveloped

(solitary)

You’d think that a JUNGLE
would not be so

scary?
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
Viseract Feb 2016
I am always in solitary confinement:
Just me, in my body, with a vague yet distant
Presence of others
Black Jewelz Jan 2016
I get lonely
My heart starves for love till it gets bony
Isolation is my bestest friend
Solitude is my next of kin
I'm like a tiny cloud that floats through a blue sky
And gets ignored by the news guy
I am a broken leaf that floats down a cold river
My heart has become so frigid my bones shiver
My teeth chatter, my voice quivers
No grass grows,
the wind blows,
this is my soul's winter
Old poem, written 7/29/2010
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