These Little Things
Watching the blindingly white snow cover the ground i can't help but to wonder why you're no longer around was it something i did, or perhaps something i said loneliness engulfs my soul as these thoughts run rampantly through my head.
Tears
Soul out. let it spill upon the floor as your body and mind empty itself of these temporary emotions. drown in your own sorrows. love can be the only life raft...some of us are never thrown one; and thus we die in our own self created pit of despair and loneliness
Possession
But alas despite the wishes put out by the loneliness of clichés i still look up at the sky, the endless skies impervious to pain, scars from the poison rain
A Moment In Hell
Poem ashes of the past drift in the midnight skies i watch them fall around me like dying fireflies tears flowing like a river and the constant pain filling the void of loneliness and lighting it up in flames that never seem to grow cold with
To a Suffering Soul - short poem
loneliness is an aliment of your past. love is the blanket that now warms you. trust in me to provide, everything your emotions crave and demand. never, will i fail you. i'll put my entire being into your happiness.
My true loves
My hero in the darkest hours of my loneliness, and broke the shackles of my melancholic distress. i've been walking this road for several years, passed the curves in the shadow of my fears.
Lament's Depression
Nobody was around or in line of sight, blankets and blankets of snow spread wide like a vast sea of loneliness waiting to swallow me up completely.
Thy Love Eternal
Conquer my loneliness left to harrow, taking my heart away from you; and convert it into love's blessed arrow, to strike me with passion anew.
Mirrors
I see loneliness. i see a liar. i see a cheater. i see hate. i see stress. i see a person causing more pain then they try to fix. what does any of this really matter? we all see what we want to see anyway...
An Unforgiving Mind - medium poem
loneliness may overcome me, maybe anger will reach me first. before lunch i'll have lost the stability of the morning. evening comes with vengeance and spite, while the hostile moon climbs high.
Enemy
Down the street i go and i know he is there i feel his breath i hear his heart beat but still i see nothing maybe i am imagining it but i still feel an enemy a feeling of hate that there is no debate another feeling also appears loneliness
1000 Years in the Making Part 2
She not only wished to greet the scent's owner fully, but to finally ease the painful loneliness that ate at her hearts and soul.