Alone...

[lonely_me]

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then—in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life—was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

by Edgar Allan Poe

[lonely_me]

"When I'm alone"—the words tripped off his tongue
As though to be alone were nothing strange.
"When I was young," he said; "when I was young. . . ."

I thought of age, and loneliness, and change.
I thought of how strange we grow when we're alone,
And how unlike the selves that meet and talk,
And blow the candles out, and say good night.

Alone. . . . The word is life endured and known.
It is the stillness where our spirits walk
And all but inmost faith is overthrown.

by Siegfried Sassoon

[lonely_me]

People
don't understand me,
they understand so little
that they don't even understand
the fact
that they don't understand me.

I cannot communicate
my feelings
to anybody.
I cannot even communicate
the fact
that I cannot communicate
my feelings
to anybody.

My loneliness grows even more,
because everybody thinks
that I have lots of company.
They don't know
of my loneliness.

My isolation is so big
that nobody has ever seen me.
What they think is me
is only their projection.
They don't even know
that I exist
because I dare
not to be the way
I am supposed to be.

What is even worse
they are convinced
they see me
and they know me.
Therefore
they are incapable
of seeing
that nobody sees me.

People lie so much
they even deny they're lying.
They refined falsehood
to the point
that they even deceive
themselves:
They believe
in their own lies.

Nobody accepts my freedom.
I don't even
have the freedom
to say
that I don't have freedom.

This gives me
profound sadness.
But they don't
allow me to be sad.
They say
it's a disease
called depression.

Eventually
this ongoing condemnation
makes me so mad
that I forget my sadness.
But profound anger
is called disease, too.

Finally
I give up.
Whatever I feel
is repudiated.
It's no use.
I don't do anything
any more.
I give up.
This is another disease.
withdrawal and depression.

I give it one last try.
Let's forget all problems.
Let us live and enjoy life.
My god
they already labeled this, too.
They call it a manic phase. Who knows?
Maybe the real disease
is blaming and condemning the other
constantly
and deciding which feeling
he ought to feel.

M.H

[lonely_me]

It is cold today
Indeed the rain is falling and I am alone.
Thoughts of life and love,
meaningless to anyone but myself.
I am alone.
They watch me, their eyes not knowing,
knowing nothing of what they see.
I am but another creature, alone.
They scurry on the surface, unaware,
unaware of the life below
when you are alone.

Loneliness, not a burden nor a sorrow,
but a time of solace, of deepness
never to be shared, never to be understood.
They can never reach the place where I am
And I know I will never reach the place where they are.
I know I don't want to reach that place.
True happiness is here, unmisted.
Unmisted by smiles or laughter,
unmisted by the joys of company.

To find true happiness,
to know if one is truly happy,
he must be happy alone.

R.D

[Ebony]

i prefer this corner at the moment

[lonely_me]

This short poem is about loneliness and feeling alone. It expresses the sense of coldness we all feel some times even if we're not aware of it. If you feel lonely this can help a little. I think that loneliness isn't always a bad thing since it helps people appreciate the nice things in life when they happen.

You're now entering the place,
where you sit or stand alone,
and loneliness you embrace.
The pain in your heart approaches,
your mouth gets dry,
all you feel like doing,
is sitting down to cry.
it feels like emptiness for miles,
here there are no smiles,
all you have is yourself,
and your broken heart.
The loneliness grows,
and that horrible feeling starts,
you hear nothing only groans.
The only people you see,
don't even care about you,
they only live to survive.
Every time they talk,
everything takes a dive.
So you just stand there,
wishing that someone cared,
but all they do,
is laugh and stare.
Cold people see you from a distance,
they don't want to be near you,
they don't even want to hear you.
Their insensitivity,
is uncalled for and unfair,
they leave you alone and in despair.
All you do is sit there alone,
you wish they would approach you,
but oh well.
You need a good friend,
and you feel that if you don't find one,
your sad world might soon end.

a lonely soul