~Alone
Separated from others, exclusive from people or anything else~
Cold dark room
Noises left and right
Shadows pounding on the walls
Silent banging from all around,
Naming them
Calling the shadows by title
Be them organic or stationary
When they are our only friend,
Visitors left
Hours ago
The mind is solo
With itself to contend,
Movement from the left and the right
Tricks of the brain
Voices come from the cracks
Of people long departed,
How long will misery last
Solitary to the bitter end
No clamoring to keep it fed
When the lights go out
And all the friends are gone
The mind helps itself go insane
Time,
Time is what you make of it,
Good, bad,
Time has no favorites,
It is cruel
A day in the life of one,
Will never equal the life of another,
Will it?
When time ends for one,
It will begin for another,
Yes?
No?
Time.....
Time is a tricky thing,
Keep it when you have it,
Most precious, precarious, demanding, volitile, dreadful.
Never have enough,
Until you don't need it.
I have finally gotten what I wanted
To be left alone was my goal
I feel lonely now though
I wish I had somone to hold
I want someone to kiss
I want someone to hug
I want to be there for someone else
This pain in the side of my gut
This pain won't go away
It won't go away untill I have someone to love, to call my own
I hate myself for wanting to be teased
I despise my sick little mind
I know I am going to Hell for all I have ever thought
I am gluttenous, evil
I want more than I can endure
I wake in the morning,
Look at myself in the mirror,
Wishing I had another life,
Wishing I had another wife,
Someone to look after,
Someo
Walking Across the Desert by RebelOfZion, literature
Literature
Walking Across the Desert
I am so cold
I feel the wind biting through to my bones
I feel the loneliness setting in
Everyone has gone away
Left me here to wither away alone
_
As they walk away I run after them
They seem to be getting farther away
I yell at them, but they ignore me
Why am I not heard?
_
I am not loved
Not in the way I want to be loved
Not in the way I need to be needed
_
As they walk away I stumble
I fall
_
I feel so alone
Walking down this hallway
I see so many faces that I know
Do they know me? Do they care?
Am I doomed to walk eternally,
Down this long, long stair?
All these rooms
Hold one true secret
Bonds are meant to be broken
But once in a whild, people keep it
Relationships last forever
Even if forever is 10 minuites long
When will i find the one?
The one that can tell me I'm wrong
When will someone i love laugh in my face?
When will they put me in my place?
I cry for us all, because no one knows who we truly are
Tomorrow is another day
And it is tomorrow in which I pray
I pray that you and I can share this love
This love I hold, day after day
Tomorrow is another day
Tomorrow I hope I don't become prey
This prey is eaten by lonliness & sorrow
All for one more chance tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day
Tomorrow, I'm glad, I get another chance
Just one more chance at peace
All for one more day, with you
Tomorrow is another day
When tomorrow comes, I hope we dance
I hope we dance, untill the sun comes up,
You can see the smile on my face,
And know I am truly happy
These tears, these years by RebelOfZion, literature
Literature
These tears, these years
I have held your hand during all these years
I have held your hand during all these tears
These tears of pain
These tears of salt
Bitter reminders of what once was
Love in warer form
Your cosmos are broken
Busted to pieces
I will be here to catch them all
I will be the bandage to heal all wounds
I will be here for you
I won't judge you
Do what you want to do
Return to me when the time is right
Do you remember when my dreams held you tight?
Tight enough to never let you go?
You will always be my love
Return to me
I won't shun you
I won't shun your tearing eyes
I will never fear your physical advances
I love you
But not o
Wandering along these cold, dark streets
I look around at all these faces
Faces filled with pain, sorrow, dispair
All these faces get covered up
All these faces wear make-up
All these faces hide their true feelings
Alcohol, drugs, sex, and music
All addicts of one thing or another
Addicts of lonliness, hatred, depression
All these faces of bussinessmen, musicians, and bums
All afraid of losing their loved ones
All afraid of losing their minds
Little do we realize,
The more we think,
The more we die,
On the inside,
Or outside,
Ugly scars of razorblades and tongues
Why do I live these days,
Unknowing what threats pass me by
Unknowing why I still breathe,
Having done the sick things I have,
Having thought my sick thoughts,
Having touched Death himself,
And come unharmed from the whole ordeal
Why can I walk these streets,
When so many can't even walk?
What makes me so special?
What makes me so loved?
How can I still feel,
When so many times,
I have done such dirty, dirty things?
Is it because I love,
Like I am loved?
Or because I am a monster?
I have a home,
That is where I am headed
This home that I turn to,
Is dilapitated, deserted, empty
This is where I turn to,
When times are trying
When times are hard
When I just need to be alone
When only my heart-beat, and deep breath can help me find solice
When not even my own true love can set me free
When not the knowledge of my coming death, can set me free
In this home I cry
In this home I can only see dark
And I feel completely alone
Completely open
Completely vulnerable
Completely and utterly ... complete
Put your fingers in your mouth
taste your hardwork
what did you earn today?
Did you spend your day
immersed in confession
seeking forgiveness for
one seedy thought too many
only to catch yourself
eyeing her body up and down
on the walk home?
Was your day spent
at home making nice memories
cleaning away last night's
dirty dishes, preparing to make more
because you know he loves it
only to find that he's not coming home?
Have hours passed you by
while you toil with study
streaming to find your path
to take your place in the world
just to discover it's already been taken?
I let the day fall
as I wrapped myself in conver
Like change in your pocket, shifting and making noise from inside the deep stitched cloth. Always at your side, always letting you know that they are there. Some only worth a penny and others shine of golden dollar emotions that epitomize the way pieces fall apart and come back together. When the wires are cut off and you're left in the dark, without communication or explanation for the reasons why. Things fall apart, they get shredded and torn. Debris and blood fall around you, all your dreams and hope falter and shatter on the floor. It's too late to pick up the parts, just move on. Remember that you are in control of your life and how you
It's difficult
To feel a memory
Time makes the heart grow older
And the memories fade
I am
Trying to hold on to a shadow
Press it closer to me
Trying to remember the real you
And how it felt to have you
Within my reach
All night
I am
Trying to make
Shadows into people
Mannequins into life
And it's a tease to hear your voice
But I'll take what I can get
These days
And it's painful to read your letters
Stirring up emotions that are
Best left alone
It's difficult
To feel a memory.
Blood so dark
it represents my heart
I am so drunk
by this wine
not believing reality
the holes in my hands
gaping and hollow
they represent
the emptiness inside
but they are covered
when you hold them
I am
crucified by this love
my salvation
is your decision.
I am still here.
I wish it weren't true, but I am still having MAJOR writer's block.
Getting married in December.....
Pretty excited about that.
Anyway, how have you been?
Everything is finally falling into place. The only thing left to do is wait, and that is the hardest thing for me to do. All I want is for things to be done and ready to move forward. It might take some time thought.
Work is alright. Just got a good rating from corporate, and got a nice bonus. Had to work my ass off for it though.
Time is wonderful when you want it, and a horrible thing when there is too much of it.
Later
I have been thinking a lot lately as to how I would like to get my future to go. I figured out that I would like to go to school later on in life. Namely, I would like to Le Cordon Bleu. I want to be a pastry chef. That would be amazing. Not only have I done a lot of thinking, but I have also done a lot of working and the such. Oh well though, right? Things have been falling into place, but, is it too soon to actually think that things are going to get better?
I hope not.
I am not planning on doing anything exciting anytime soon. If you would like to get together, just let me know. I would most definately be up for hanging out. If I can mak