#poems about loneliness

[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

[wordvomitpoetry]

i breathe breathe in through my nose hold it for a little while i breathe out through my mouth my head tilted back face to the sky except the sky is not in sight the sight is nothing but a ceiling a ceiling in a room filled with smoke and sounds the breath that could have been so beautiful so perfect it could have been just right but it’s nothing but a chase for the high the breathing through the nose just to get it inside the holding of the breath the breathing through the mouth my head tilted back all just to keep it inside to keep the courage, the pleasure, the bliss, the powder the powder is the point the point is the powder

[aphrodites-serenade]

A Tall Child

I often think about how embarrassing it is for me to yearn for something that was never mine. I mean, I'm not a child anymore. I can't remember the last time I felt like a child. The sight of a child holding hands with their parents shouldn't make me feel hollow, but it does. I see parents hug their children tightly and think, if only my parents did that. I look at my mother, apologizing to my youngest brother as she gently pats his back. She says words I was dying to hear as a kid. Why couldn't you do the same for me? I look at the father and daughter sitting at the table across from me, completely absorbed in their conversation. Even though my own father sits next to me, we act as if we're strangers. I hear my classmates talk about wanting to move close to their parents, how they're glad they supported them this far, how they want to repay them someday and— I can't listen anymore. It's impossible to escape this ideal. Happy families are plastered on screens, hugging and kissing their children. It hurts to see toxic families in movies magically forgive each other and start anew, knowing that this opportunity never existed for me. Is it too selfish to want more than what I received? Is it selfish to mourn over what could've been yours, too?

[zoe-a-scott]

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[beetlebeetleblack]

Sometimes you feel so undone

You open the door and say to them

Come in, come in, make yourself

at home

My heart is bursting for somebody

But especially you

To touch it gently like a flower

But they stand at the doorway

And say, where? what?

I'm on the wrong street

I was looking for someplace else

A pharmacy, gallery, dog park

In a different city

Who are you again?

[waatercoloreyess]

the comfort of loneliness leading to insanity..

My Friend, Void by daniella otiniano (@waatercoloreyess)

[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

[kindacraftyokc]

I wrote this several years ago in college when I would pass people I would never get to meet. Feeling unsettled and also empowered that there was so much more to life then I could ever scratch the surface of.

[officialkendallroy]

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

[psyche-tips-the-candle]

You always leave me lying in the dust

Cause you know that when you call me I'll come running

So hurt me, beat me, break me if you must

But this time I'm not coming back again

I always feel we're running out of time

And there's nothing I can say to keep you waiting

I've been crying, begging, pleading for a moment's notice

But this time I'm not coming back again

[thegentleintellectual]

-bluets by maggie nelson

[ardent-reflections]

Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

Haruki Murakami

[wordvomitpoetry]

you are heedless to the fact that i live, so why do you need to ensure that i remain alive?

[naivesilver]

18 or 36 + lampwick?

Time to pull the BIG self indulgent guns out!

Spotify Wrapped Game

36. Il Signore Di Baux, Angelo Branduardi