Introduction:
I seem to only pray in times of need…
And often react so ungratefully…
But if ever there was a reason to believe…
I’ve found my need…
My reason to believe…
Posts Tagged ‘Loneliness’
Bits of Belief: Pt. 1
Posted: September 23, 2014 in PoetryTags: Belief, Life, Loneliness, Love, Pain, Patience, Peace, Prayer, Sadness
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Burning Question
Posted: September 1, 2014 in MantrasTags: Despair, Language, Life, Loneliness, Nature, Pain, Sadness
“Why do the good people ignore me?”
Shattered Mirror
Posted: August 1, 2014 in PoetryTags: Art, Cosmos, Despair, Heartbreak, Hypocrisy, Life, Loneliness, Pain, Sadness, Time, Time Travel
All these pieces hold onto a single thought…
A single memory that tempts me to believe…
That if I could piece back together these pieces of me…
I would be able to see who I am…
So I grasp a piece…
Raise it up to my eyes…
I see…
A form of me I’ve been trying so hard to hide…
Those with sight are still blind…
For my smiles hide all pains inside…
You can’t see my heart…
Only this facade…
Well crafted “Art”…
Tailored to each individual part I must play…
Sadness is that stowaway…
Forever locked…
Keys exchanged for this scarred face…
Pain…
Sad for a pen to write IX
Posted: October 16, 2013 in PoetryTags: Despair, Fairy Tales, Life, Loneliness, Love, Pain, Past, Pen, Poetry, Sadness
A piece of past…
That which lasts…
Verily those who claim…
That past is past…
Mask their own pain…
Witness…
Shivers at a whim…
Within the wind…
Whipped skin singed…
Marked with remembrance…
Bruised…
But chooses to hide…
As life belies…
Pain so tight…
Under this night sky…
Solace…
Nobody knows…
Letters flow…
Phrases fray…
Forever weighed…
In mysterious ways…
Sound the bells…
Sirens…
This wind…
This sin…
This memory…
Forever hidden…
Without a Trace {Broken}
Posted: October 8, 2013 in PoetryTags: Death, Earth, Loneliness, Pale, Sadness, Suicide, Waste
Intro: This is rather dark…
My life has been nothing but a waste…
I’m a waste of skin…
Why couldn’t I have been still born…?
Or smothered at the first sound of life…
Gasping for air till I turned pale and white…
Or buried alive…Nobody caring for my cries as I slowly die…
But instead I’m living this worthless life!
Enslaved to all these slights that are breaking me down…
Yet the ground stays whole…Won’t let me enter its dark folds…
I beg…I beg…Let death be only thing I have to face…
Let “this” waste of a human being be no more…
Let me die…
Left for Last
Posted: September 13, 2013 in PoetryTags: Astronomy, Cosmos, Despair, Galaxy, Ignored, Loneliness, Sadness, Stars, Time
Intro: I really tried to create imagery within this rather somber piece. I hope I succeeded…
Another night…
Stars so bright…
Let the souls count one by one…
For when all is done…
My turn shall be upon…
However I’m no star…
Less than a ball of gaseous light-giving massess…
A black dwarf…
Small in matters of fellow man…
Cold…
Left for the very end…
Dreams of One in Love
Posted: July 27, 2013 in PoetryTags: Despair, Dream, Heartbreak, Life, Loneliness, Love, Poetry, Religion, Sadness, Time
Intro: One’s dreams…
Waking up most most mornings singing the blues…
Wondering how much one can lose…
And how much has been lost…
How little moments of time release these discouraging thoughts…
Thoughts claiming love is impossible to maintain…
Between me and all other beings…
Emanations…
My emotional tendacies sever me from what’s real…
My own reality is really a dream…
Believing she feels the same way for me…
When in reality she fears me…
My verbs speak love…
But my words speak far too much…
Words of love not meant to be shared with anyone…
I try to find a reason for why people react with almost disgust…
As if my words only mean lust…
They refuse to see the pure love behind the words I speak…
Trying to interpret my dreams in some revolting way…
But who am I to complain…?
The way I see and speak is shared only with me…
The dreams of this one in love shall stay…
As dreams…
For once they become real…
All begin to fear…
Fear me…
Forever Dream…
Poor People’s Song
Posted: May 30, 2013 in PoetryTags: Despair, Justice, Loneliness, Poetry, Politics, Poverty, Sadness, Society, Spoken
Introduction: This is a little more political, but strong feelings nonetheless.
Dedicated to those ravaged by poverty…
To all those of so suffer so much…All that carries people to next day is necessity…Struggling to survive…Each night is so beautiful…But when we have a neo-fuedal system…We end up with inevitable victims…The ones who grow and harvest for us…from the farthest corners numbs us to their pain…We care more about what we crave rather than them…So we “immunize” ourselves from their suffering…Letting them fend for their own…Leaving them prone to be hurt…hurt..
Another one of those deceptive nights…Disaster strikes again…The earth shakes…And in its wake, more poor people again suffering sad fates…People just trying to maintain their lives are subjected to more strife…So many die…So many disappear…Next day will confirm their worst fears…All is lost…
So much rubble…Couple that with the lack of help from the haves…They don’t care about the things like Richter scales…Screaming for help but to no avail…They wonder why do they have to suffer the wrath when it’s always the rich who take…? When will justice come their way…?
The next day we see bodies strung up…crushed…eyes flushed with tears and blood…Trying to parse through the puddled mud…Trying to picture some of their last moments…Hoping some passed in peaceful sleep…But with such damage so steep that hoping requires me to suspend belief…A moment so brief now feeds so much grief…Products of fiefdoms or castes…What ever you call it, it’s the math that factors into all disasters…When will we, the guilty be held accountable for keeping all that’s bountiful…while leaving the poor to be hit by disaster…
The cost of our materialistic privilege is their lives…We blind ourselves to the dirt mixed with blood, sweat and tears…to produce what we eat and wear…We never think twice about the pain that so many must bear…Then we blame them for their predicaments…Or pity them…Not understanding we are the “humans” who did this to them…We forced them into danger zones just so they bring their needs and our greed back to often shattered homes…Many won’t even grow…Taken too soon…I look at myself…Ask myself…
How could you…?
I have no answer…
Silent Scholar 