Why or why not, I ask,
Embrace the stars, their song bereft?
Like bourbon burned upon my tongue,
I feel detached, my soul bereft.
My tears, a paradox of glee,
Cascade at every whispered word.
And so I tell myself, this writer’s plea:
“I tell myself each waking morn,
The feelings that my heart did mourn,
The night before’s forgotten tale.
I tell myself this grand illusion,
To soothe the aching, haunting bruise.
I live to die, a swift collusion,
The trinity of me, myself, and muse.”
To those who have been forgotten,
To those who have been cast aside,
To those who have been left behind,
This letter is for you.
I know that you feel alone,
I know that you feel lost,
I know that you feel forgotten,
But I want you to know that you are not.
You are loved,
You are important,
You are worthy,
And you are not alone.
I know that it is hard to believe,
When the world seems to have forgotten you,
But I want you to know that I see you.
I see your pain,
I see your hurt,
I see your loneliness,
And I want you to know that I care.
I am here for you,
I will not forget you,
And I will never leave you.
So please, do not give up hope,
Do not give in to the darkness,
Do not let the world forget you.
I am here for you,
And I will never forget you.
In my cozy corner, I find solace,
The window open, revealing a tranquil scene.
The sound of slumber echoes softly,
My light illuminating the dusk with gentle sheen.
Yet, my mind wanders, yearning for you,
My heart aches, longing for your embrace.
Do you too have a haven, a sanctuary,
A place where you find solace and grace?
Is it a person, a kindred spirit,
A source of warmth and kindred light?
Or is it a place, a cherished refuge,
Where you find solace, day and night?
Wherever your corner may be,
I hope it brings you solace and peace.
And may we one day find each other’s corners,
Where our love will forever increase.
Concealment breeds shame,
Denial leads to isolation,
Your authenticity deserves claim,
Embrace your unique creation.
Societal norms may bind,
But freedom comes with being kind,
To yourself and those around,
Acceptance found when you’re sound.
Don’t hide behind false guise,
Reveal your soul’s true skies,
Be proud of who you are,
Free from fear and despair.
Express your true colors,
Live boldly, unaffected by others,
Find solace in your own story,
And thrive in your genuinity.
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Water turned into stone, trenches engrave bones known
God forsaken or forsaken Him, back to water, thirst’s groan
Sadness toast, hat tipped to despair, anger seethes in silence’s lair
Searching for light, sun’s fragments touched, disappearing at night’s glare
Fate’s jaws trapped, something to contemplate, pain religion, belief overdue
Anguish commemorates love’s giving heart, beats in isolation, soul blue.
I believed our paths to be intertwined,
Infinite in their intimacy, never confined.
Imprinted in my heart, your presence profound,
Inevitable and indelible, lost but never found.
Inescapable and intricate, our fate foretold,
Intrigued by the idea, my heart did unfold.
Insignificant and isolated, my path lies alone,
In the end, I realize, I was on my own.
There is a sickness within me
That eats away at my soul
It feeds on my fears and doubts
And makes me feel less than whole
It whispers lies in my ears
That I am not good enough
It tells me I am worthless
And that no one will ever love
It makes me isolate myself
From those who care for me
It makes me push them away
And hide my misery
It makes me hate myself
And everything I do
It makes me want to end it all
And escape this endless gloom
But there is a part of me
That still wants to fight
That still believes in hope
And that there is a light
A light that can heal me
And chase away the dark
A light that can fill me
With love and joy and spark
A light that comes from within
And from those who stand by me
A light that gives me strength
And helps me to be free
I will not let the sickness win
I will not give up the fight
I will not let it take my life
I will not go gentle into that night
I will face the sickness within
And overcome its power
I will reclaim my soul and self
And live for every hour
I stand outside the crowd, a stranger in their midst
Their laughter and their chatter, a language I can’t twist
I try to blend in seamlessly, but I’m just a misfit
My loneliness and longing, like a festering cyst
I yearn for connection, but my difference is a risk
An outsider’s lament, a life I can’t enlist.
Welcome to the digital age,
Where screens have become our stage,
And every thought can be expressed,
With the tap of a button pressed.
We’ve traded pen and paper,
For keyboards and computer vapor,
And in this virtual world we’ve built,
Our every dream can now be fulfilled.
We’ve created a universe of our own,
Where we can connect and feel less alone,
And though the world may seem so vast,
We can navigate it all with just a few clicks and a fast.
But with this power, comes a cost,
As we forget what it means to get lost,
In the beauty of the world outside,
And the simple pleasures of life.
We’re so plugged in, we forget to unplug,
And sometimes it feels like we’re just a bug,
In this digital web we’ve weaved,
And in our own devices, we’re deeply ensheathed.
So let’s remember to take a break,
And enjoy the world that’s ours to make,
For though the digital age may be grand,
There’s still so much to discover, firsthand.
My shield so strong, impenetrable, and bold
No sword, no spear, no arrow can unfold
I am protected from all that can harm
No danger, no foe, no cause for alarm
But in my fortress, I am all alone
Is invincibility worth being on my own?
Screaming into the void, a sound unheard,
A voice in the darkness, an echo deferred,
A yearning for connection, a need to be seen,
Lost in the void, like a forgotten dream.
The silence is deafening, the emptiness vast,
But still we scream, hoping our voice will last,
For even in the void, we find our strength,
And in the darkness, we can go to any length.
Lucas had always been a city boy. He loved the energy and excitement of the urban environment, the noise and bustle of the streets. But when his job required him to spend a month in a remote cabin in the woods, he was unsure of what to expect.
At first, Lucas found the isolation and quiet to be unsettling. He missed the convenience of the city, the constant stimulation that he had grown accustomed to. But as he spent more time in nature, something began to change.
Lucas started to notice the small details of the natural world around him – the intricate patterns of leaves on the trees, the way the light danced through the branches, the sound of a distant stream. He began to see the beauty in the simplicity of life in the wilderness.
As the days passed, Lucas felt more and more at home in the woods. He went on long hikes, exploring the rugged terrain, and found that he felt more alive than he ever had before. He felt a sense of calm and peace that he had never experienced in the city.
When Lucas returned to the city, he was a changed man. He had discovered a new appreciation for the beauty of nature, and realized that there was more to life than the hustle and bustle of the city streets.