Tag Archive: alone


The Idea

And on he went by telling me that he has fallen for me

I ask him why, what made him look my way

He says the mystery of me is a curious thing for him

So I say,

“You are not in love with me.

You are in love with the idea of me.

Of the what could be, what will be, what you and I could do,

Or would do. Of the idea that I could be it, the one, the lifetime.

You are in love with the future that has yet to unfold, which most girls might like

However,

That is not what I see.

I see the now, the boy who has no idea of what he truly wants.

The boy aimlessly moving along and bringing along whatever he is attracted to.

I see a boy lost in the fairytales hoping the princess would come and save him from loneliness.

That is not what I want.

I want a man who can stand on his own

Who agrees to disagree with me

Whose idea is like and unlike my own and respects it

A man who battles with me, for me, and will stand by me

A man who has sense and intelligence and emotion.

You may not see the difference”, I said to him.

“Because you are a boy who still has yet to grasp the idea of what it is to be a man.”

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Remain Single

Is it so wrong that I prefer to be alone?

To choose not to “settle down”

To just be single for the rest of my life

To not want what most want

To just be by myself

Tell me, is it so wrong?

The Early Morning

In the morning I awake

Before the sun even breaks

I take the moment, I take the silence

I take pleasure in the absence

Of the noise and the fast paced world

Of the toss  and turn where my visiobn becomes blurred

I take each moment that I am alone

Because it is when I am alone, I feel whole

How difficult it must be to love me

How hard it must be not to be noticed

To be put aside

Like I’ve done to so many

And yet, I do not feel the loneliness

Either I am numb or just happy to be without anyone

Time Alone

The earth was still

So was my heart

It was like we were breathing in unison

And as the stars twinkled in the night

I felt peace in my time alone

Perfect Match 

By pairs they came

And lived together

By pairs they went

And loved each other

They clicked

They matched 

While I walk alone

Easy Love

If loving was easy

If to be loved were all that

Then why are there people 

Who still feel lonely all the time?

About Being Single

Every single day they tell me

Tease me

And sometimes it hurts me

Because a single word can be hurtful 

When every single time you are told

As if you do not feel a single emotion 

As if you are not smart enough to understand 

Because they think being single is a disappointment 

When truth is, their single mindedness 

Is the real problem

Am I Alone?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Can anyone here me out there?

Does anyone know I’m here

Or that I even exist?

Here’s a little something from one of my favorite poets.

———–

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 lov’d — I lov’d alone —

Then — in my childhood — in the dawn

Of a most stormy life — was drawn

From ev’ry 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 roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold —

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d 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 —

Words from a Little Person

Poets bleed from the heart and soul

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