loneliness
The Concept of Loneliness
The concept of loneliness is the epitome of my existence,
Parents ensconced in narcissism while offspring born empathic,
Love and compassion embodied as a recessive gene within the family tree,
The meadow springs to life despite a frolicking pixie not ready to grow up,
But I say goodbye to the little boy inside and embrace the man I have become
The concept of loneliness is non-existent but it is persistent,
Parents not equipped to raise a child with invisible wings,
To have kissed his little face was to kiss the face of God,
Baby boy came to make you anew for you delivered him and he’ll soon deliver you,
But I say goodbye to the little boy inside and embrace the man I have become
The concept of loneliness gives sight to the blind and gives calm to the storm,
Parents never knew their son walked where angels dwell,
Hush, hush, the faint cries of lightning strikes can hardly be heard,
Another storm lies beyond the horizon like children that choose to stay awake,
But I say goodbye to the little boy inside and embrace the man I have become
The concept of loneliness crescendos even while the melody fades away,
Parents break away like a wave on the run but do tell, was it fun?
They couldn’t take me away because hourglass sand never escapes,
Except when glass breaks and time can no longer be told what to do,
But I say goodbye to the little boy inside and embrace the man I have become
Speechless
There were so many people
some were fun
some were evil
everyone got in the way
till you came
by one day
the last time that I saw you
we did coke
in my car
I never thought we’d get far
stumblin’
out of the bar
You took the time to know me
you were sad
I was lonely
I had judged you so quickly
enabled
you slowly
I’m sorry I forgive you
just come back
I miss you
my life is so empty
meaningless
without you
tell me how low you can go
please show me
I must know
love hides behind words unsaid
is that why
you’re speechless?
I used to, but now I don’t
I used to touch you,
But now I don’t have to,
‘Cus now we hold machines,
I used to trust you,
But now I don’t need to,
Now we rely on machines,
I used to love you,
But now I don’t want to,
‘Cus we want machines
A Home Inside You
I thought love was in the drugs,
Never having too much,
Never having enough,
I thought love was in a drink,
Forget what I’ve lost,
Forget how to think,
I thought love was on the stage,
Giving myself to strangers,
Giving into the fear,
Then it tries to find a home inside you,
But I’m so alone,
Staring down at my phone
Safe Apparatus
I see the longing in your eyes,
As we dance to our demise,
My hand lightly grasps your thigh,
I’m so happy I could die,
I stare into your gaze,
Shooting stars blaze,
Your hand rests upon my shoulder,
My heart is getting bolder,
Your lips are slightly parted,
In awe of this euphoria that’s started,
I lean in to seal the deal
To confirm if this is real
My eyes flutter open as I’m horizontal,
Hope resurfaced so accidental,
I hold my pillow to my moist phallus,
Paired with my empty bed is a safe apparatus
Urgent Wanting
I am merely a social whore
Belonging to everyone and no one
Expecting so much more
Even after it’s all said and done
I love and destroy everything I know
Fear locks me in behind the door
I peer through sorrow’s hold out the keyhole
And into an Elysium I never felt before
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Through The Peephole
Her eye spies through the peephole
Strange and unusual men
Exiting his home after they reach their goal,
Never to be seen again.
She had once thought
He was a good young man,
The one who lives across the hall.
They had once been very close
Until she became a nuisance.
Now he evades her like a ghost.
Her eye spies through the peephole
The police banging on his door.
It seems that the law has taken its toll
What were they here for him for?
She had once thought
He was a good young man,
The one who lives across the hall.
They were once there for each other
Until she went too far.
Now he doesn’t even bother.
Her eye spies through the peephole
As he leaves behind his chamber
To live his life playing an innocent role,
Fooling others like he fooled her.
She had once thought
He was a good young man,
The one who lives across the hall.
They were once best friends
Until he moved on from her.
Now her ancient life descends.
So her eye spies through the peephole
Because it’s all she’ll ever see.
Her golden years are lonely and dull
While his life is wild and free.
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Mania II
Take me back! I’ll literally crawl to you! I need you! I’m half-alive without you! After all this time, I still love you! I don’t want anyone else! Any other man I would end up with will always be second best to you! It felt like kisses when you abused me! Hit me! Yell at me! Take all your frustrations and pent-up rage out on me! Please! I beg of you! Love me again! Want me the way you did when you first saw me! Make me your bitch! Anything… just be here with me tonight! I don’t have a support system. I don’t have close family or friends. I’ve been unloved for so long. Neglected and abused. My life is hell! Sometimes I think God hates me. Did I do something nefarious and unforgivable in a past life? Am I the reincarnation of Job? What’s wrong with me? My love, only you can cure me of this madness with your own brand of madness that only you can bestow upon me! My heart, my soul, my body, my mind, my belongings are all yours! I’m on my knees for your bittersweet fellatio, my holy communion. My religion is you, my handsome devil. My love…
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War of Subjection
Denser than the body
Deeper than the poems
Disease is a chronic hobby
The mind ostracizes the prose
I have grown fond of the villains inside my head They beg me to give them credit for my dread Life is boring without someone to show me the ropes And your leap of absence fabricated the death of my hopes It is as if you died If we are all different Then not one of us can confide If we are all a godsend Then how come everyone does not feel alive We all perceive our own reality So what does it matter who we marry Or who to call Lord Or which sports team to root for All wars fight over differences of subjection We could use our opinions for something more productive Let us build off of each other so we can all be inventive Perhaps some of us have been doing so already But I am so addicted to generalizations Grouping similar attributes together to make believe That I am anything but a separate entity Completely condemned to loneliness entirely
Loneliness Isn't Real 