#a poem about loneliness

[jennytwosheds]

You know that tired feeling when you have to start the fun personal project over again but different, because creatively it's the right thing to do, so you put it down Just for a Minute™ & then can't seem to muster the stamina or strength or whatever-virtue-it-is to get back to work? Anybody else ever feel like you've completely changed your mind about everything, deleted & grieved the whole self identity one too many times, & now can't be bothered to start again, so it's just like an empty room in here? Anyone else been driving their husk around for ages now, putting off the work you know you must begin anew, just as doomed this time as the last? Anyone else decide, spiritually, that now that the antibiotics have reduced the pain of the abcess that maybe the root canal isn't actually even completely necessary? I mean, I feel fine now, right? Is it even possible for a country boy to escape the cycle of death and rebirth?

[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

[officialkendallroy]

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

[lovergirlpoems]

• Constellations •

@lovergirlpoems

[ardent-reflections]

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

Junot Diaz

[thegentleintellectual]

-bluets by maggie nelson

[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

[jennytwosheds]

A well-meaning extended relative has just mailed me an old camouflage baseball cap that smells like a stranger's house, as a surprise, saying it had belonged to my father who committed suicide back in 2010. So now it's sitting here on my work-from-home desk next to the box of tissues, staring at me, & I dunno how to feel, but I'm supposed to pay attention to math & spreadsheets for another 4 hours yet?

[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.

[jasperbloom]

The Reluctant Guest

I don't like Dorothy.

She makes me feel numb.

 Make me wonder how much it would affect everyone if I disappeared. Would they miss me? Would they even notice?

Why does Dorothy like me so much?

Why does she come to me when I don't want her around? Does she enjoy seeing me like this

numb, tired, empty?

She brings a heaviness, a silence that presses down on my chest,

down down down,

until I can’t get up, can’t fight.

You don’t think, you don’t feel, you just stare- at a wall, at the screen of your TV, phone, or PC.

Everything blurs together, colors bleed and fade, until I’m lost somewhere between here and nowhere.

Dorothy is a feeling we’ve all known. I don’t know why she visits me so often. Maybe it’s depression, or something like it.

What triggers Dorothy? I don’t know.

Loneliness, fatigue,

or maybe it’s the way thoughts turn sour- like overripe fruit left to rot, turning bitter in the cold dark cabinet.

It’s fine, though. She’ll leave soon; she always does.

Like a cold wind sweeping through an empty room, disappearing just as quietly,

leaving me alone once more- until she returns.

[kcwriting-030]

[ID: A poem written with white text on a black background.

Title: Noticing Me

Eyes wide open

Staring at blank space

They're peripheral vision

Yet not there when you face

Void, avoidance

Dancing with grace

Around the whole room

But not in one place

What does focusing take?

Do you even realize what's at stake?

Invisible people live invisible lives

Until one day, the invisible breaks

Poem by Kit

End of ID]

[secondpersonpoetry]

you’ve probably already read it before, but the poem Party by Kim Addonizio really got me tonight. first thought was “oh man. yeah” and then my second thought was “how can i make this about my hockey guys somehow………..”anyway! have a good one! 

oh. oh.

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[psyche-tips-the-candle]

And I think

This silence

Burns worse than any insult

Ever could

Your absence

Is gaping

A tangible presence apart from me

And it burns

[thalassoaromantic]

the spiral

it keeps turning, the cosmic noise wheel a cacophony of repulsion and need

the grinding metallic noise of trying to wrench open a spout that never was

water will never run from it it will run in the blood of your hands as you tear them open on the cold metal of the spout attempting to quench your thirst knowing fully well the pipes run dry

offered to another, will they drink it from your hand? it is all you have to give the metallic taste of a thirst momentarily sated

it’s hurting you you're hurting them and you can't stop yourself

you have gone without for so long you find yourself wondering how you lived without the possibility of a sated desire

the burning, the creaking the cacophony it keeps going as you tear at the spout even if you stop, the wheel keeps turning