There's something in the moon tonight. I feel it in the air. The dew is shining bright tonight. I notice something there. In the distance people sleep tonight. My mind is never scared. The shadows are my friends tonight. Alone in the dark I stare. Under street lamps I stand alone tonight. Cool wind blowing through my hair. Over here the secrets lay tonight. Leave me, they won't dare. My thoughts paint the trees tonight. They stand tall and fair. Cement below my feet tonight. These streets, they lay me bare.
Passion
Thrashing
To grab you
My future
Our culture
Combined, intertwined
Meant to be
You and me
You left
It's for the best if
I jumped off a cliff and
Ran away
Go away
Emotions canned
Love is banned
I need you
Come back
Love is what I lack
I Lost My Ability To Cry
I'm Hurting So Much
I Feel Hurt
I Feel Pain
I Want To Cry
But Theres Not Tears
Theres No Emotions
Hold Me Please
Because I Can't Feel My Arms
I Can't Feel My Legs Anymore
I Feel Like Crying
But I'm Dying In My Sleep
Waking Up With Dried Up Eyes
I Don't Remember Crying
I Don't Remember Sleeping
Chill Runs Through On My Skin
Crying Out In Pain
I Wish I Could Cry
For My Body Can't Take It Anymore
Is This What It Feels Like
Why Must I Feel So Cold
Why Must I Feel So Emotionless
Pieces Of My Heart
Tears In Pieces
I Wish Again
I Could Cry
Just Once More
If I Could Hold You
If I Could Hug You
And Tell You One More Thing
I Just Want To Cry
I Want To Cry On Your Shoulder
I see all the little shadows,
I claim to be only a curse.
I am only a memory after all.
I breathe and make everything worse.
I am built of the moments they left me.
I run in the sand just to cry.
I stand and the floor drops underneath.
I don’t know the words, they’ve slipped by.
They trust me, they say I am the poet.
They tell me I’ll make it someday.
But how can I be the right poet
when I say the right words the wrong way?
All the tidal waves push past me.
I float off the ground
my steps are so heavy when there’s no one around
I have to keep making sure I am solid
I can’t stay rounded
when I’m forced into corners and suffocating
I smile at blank faces in the hallways
on days that I feel like a sixth grader
with nowhere to sit
and now here I am with my crooked teeth
expecting you all to believe me.
I hang the sun from my shoelaces
I say I say I say I still think the world is beautiful
I say I say I keep saying I’m fine
Repeat with me this punch line
we’ve all understood
when the hands creep in
and all the silence
comes knocking at our doors.
Before my blood is old and forgotten
I want to spill it glittering
onto your words and make me lighter,
feather enough to take flight.
And then our lips touch,
there are so many more places to sit,
so many audiences to follow my pen.
When my heart is bound to beat out of this living
I look out at the crowd
and they all have your smell,
your eyes,
your handwriting,
you touch me with hands that don’t sink through
and I am solid,
I am something,
I am yours,
we are home.
Now I am with you
and I won’t float off the ground anymore.
Loneliness
By jfarrell
It’s not about people,
Or numbers of people;
You spend time with hundreds of people everyday,
Some of them the same people…..
But,
When you can’t connect… make a link… a spark….
People I’ve known 20 years are as connected
As people I see on tv or films….
To me, that is.
I stop the film, the tv show….
I go home from work…
These people just cease to exist
Until tomorrow,
When I see them again.
Loneliness is about not connecting with people….
And, what is ‘connecting with people’…..?
I don’t know how to define that….
I assume it’s an ‘emotional’ connection….
“We got a spark between us, we have.”
That’s emotional, right?
Or just old corny chat up lines?
When you think of ‘mum’ or ‘dad’….
There’s an emotional element to it?….
Love?…. loyalty?…..
I have a mum I hate;
A sister I still won’t see after nearly 36 years;
And recently said goodbye,
To the only “friends” I had.
To have ‘connected’….
With someone…..
Ever….
It’s not about people;
It’s about connecting with people.
And I don’t know how to connect.
Loneliness is being in the room with your love,
And realizing that there is no love in the room.
Loneliness is having a nightmare in bed,
And rolling over to realize that the dream was warmer than real life.
When I needed you
You weren't there
When I had to trust you
You broke my trust
When I held you up
You knocked me down
When I gave you everything
You took it all away
Loneliness is wanting to be understood,
But realizing that no-one else
Has the time or patience to discover
Who you really are
you don’t want me because I spend
too much time
crying in elevators.
I am a slave to the not-enoughs
hibernating in my throat
and when no one comes to save me
I don’t tell you because I am caving
and I don’t want you to crawl where I’ve been.
you don’t want me because I don’t know what I’m doing.
admit it
and you can’t make me anything
I have always wanted to be for you
so all I have is a pebble with your name hacked into it on impulse
I have nothing else lasting to give you.
you don’t want me because my voice carries like bad news.
I like to think I tell you everything
but there are things I don’t ever want to hear come from my own lips
or the dam will break and I will never stop shaking.
and sometimes I write things
not because they are true
but because they sound like a waterfall
and I think you want to be drenched.
I am not honest,
trust me.
I am not a pretty crier
you say that
because when I cry
here
I hold back
I fucking
hold back
internalize
I fucking-
hey-
don’t stand so close-
you might come down
with me-
I don’t open
I am locked
without a key
I am lost
without a compass
and no one is finding me
in this forest
there is nowhere I can go
where no one will see me hit the wall
and so now I remember
how lonely I really am
I am not good at being alone
and yet they tell me
it is my greatest talent
where does that put me?