#a poem about loneliness

[afyerarchive]

Notice Me, Love Me, Praise Me

Rationing what little faith you had in me

That I'd make it there in the end

To escape hell on earth

The martian will take off in a little under two years

It quivers from the beatings

And revels in its sadness

And it really took a missionary

From out of this world

To find the true obscurities

Of this world's gravitational force

Find the harbingers undercover;

Break those chains

And take a cop car to the station

[asoftepiloguemylove]

LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT ME / BECAUSE I EXIST, I EXIST, I EXIST

Franz Kafka Letters to Felice // リリイ・シュシュのすべて All About Lily Chou-Chou (2001) dir. 岩井 俊二 Shunji Iwai / Phoebe Bridgers Funeral // Emily Palermo // Ocean Vuong Someday I'll Love Ocean Vuong // 堕落天使 Fallen Angels (1995) dir. Wong Kar-wai // Margaret Atwood // Bell Hooks All About Love // @mango-season // Mitski Nobody

[rrking]

I love you quietly

My heart bubbles uncontrollably

I feel your lips on my skin still

And I hear your goofy giggle through my halls

I long for your strong arms around my body

I will wait

I will suffer in silence

But I will wait all the same

[officialkendallroy]

if i posted something on here in regards towards the research of my master's thesis would you guys help me out pls....... 🫶🏻

[thegentleintellectual]

-bluets by maggie nelson

[psyche-tips-the-candle]

It was always going to end this way –

Just the way it started –

Just you, alone, in your bedroom.

Staring at that closed door.

It was never going to be different –

Not noticeably different from before.

Not any better, really, not any worse.

Just you, the lamp, the door.

[lovergirlpoems]

• Constellations •

@lovergirlpoems

[ardent-reflections]

I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

Junot Diaz

[dontwanturfeelins]

“i don’t need you” yet i beg for a sliver of your attention in the corners of my mind, i crawl through the echoes of my loneliness, hoping, dreaming, dying to see you, all i find are rusty mirrors and shattered windows, funny how broken glass looks shiny from a distance, i just wanted you to see me, all you wanted was a reflection of yourself,,

// i still dream about you

[naivesilver]

18 or 36 + lampwick?

Time to pull the BIG self indulgent guns out!

Spotify Wrapped Game

36. Il Signore Di Baux, Angelo Branduardi

[slettlune]

the grim hilarity of a psychiatrist sharing an "uplifting poem of comfort" with the psycho-educative trauma group i've been attending, saying "it's about how silence is okay, because silence is eloquent", and it's actually a somewhat well-known poem about the anguish of being hopelessly lonely when you're surrounded by people who don't understand what true long-term loneliness entails. thanks, you wrapped up a fairly emotionally harrowing course by misinterpreting an extremely depressing poem about being perpetually misunderstood

[scamera-writes]

I think I have a friend

I think I have a friend Her name is a 6 letter word Synonym to isolated and desolate I think I like her I think I miss her when she's gone I think I have a friend

She is enveloping and distracting Like a fleeting hallway love And I’m dependent on her touch

I used to invite her over more Everyday even We would sit together on the couch Use the swing set together Even while reading I would hold her hand And she would squeeze mine back

But now I see her less Only while driving by myself Eating dinner by myself Isolating in my room by myself

Even then she wavers and flickers away When I listen to a song that brings me comfort Or when I get a text that makes me grin When I remember that I’m loved even when it’s not right in front of me

I can’t tell whether I miss her Or I’m better off without her Sometimes I find myself lacking her hand in mine But I find my lovers hand instead and I smile

I think I have a friend Lonely was her name Antonym to popular and loved I think she liked me I think she misses me when she’s gone I think I had a friend

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-I think I have a friend (By me)

[punishprose]

and i say im not lonely until it catches up to me on a sunday night where the emptiness in my chest feels physical, like a whole chunk of my soul is somehow missing, and the only thing i can do is gather my pillows around me, close my eyes, and pretend that the warmth of the blankets is the warmth of another body lying beside me, imagine the soft rise and fall of another persons chest and the feeling of their breath on my neck.

i always wake up cold.

[dragonncat]

Bro. I Cannot Bear The Weight Of This Fucking Existence Bro. Will You Hold Me. Will You Hold Me And Make It All Okay Bro. I Know That I Will Survive This But I Need Someone To Hold Me Tenderly And Tell Me That It Will All Be Okay. And Touch My Hair And Kiss My Forehead. Bro I Don't Have Anyone Else. Will You Do This For Me. I Can't Carry This Burden That Is Life All On My Own Bro. Will You Carry It With Me Bro. please.

[touch-starved-poetry]

Hunger

My skin itches

It longs for touch

The gentleness of another

It craves so much

I make up for it with showers

That turn my skin red

And blankets too heavy

For anywhere but bed

Alas it is summer

And the blankets too hot

And the water heater broken

So any shower is shot

At present I lay

I am silent, alone

In my quiet room

In my silent home

Is it too much to ask

To have someone here

To hold someone close

To keep someone near

My skin craves contact

The innocent kind

Pressed together

Unmoving, intertwined

Yet it remains starved,

My shower still cold

Longing from my bed

For someone to hold

[watchtheprongss]

and then one day, you find yourself staring at the empty sky, wondering why the moon isn't there. wondering where the stars went.

and then one day, you find yourself crying to an empty sky, begging to see the moon one last time. begging to talk to the stars for just one moment.