Tag Archive: solitude


See My Bones

Would you like to see what’s inside me?

See the scars left by society

They haven’t healed, I think they never will

For all the times in their presence I’ve always felt ill

Maybe that’s why I prefer to be alone

In solitude I have grown

By myself, nothing and no one breaks my bones.

Up Here

The air is good up here

Solitide,

Peace,

Tranquility

Hallways

Quiet, like a ghost town.
I liked the silence
The hallways were bare
Almost no one was around.
I liked it like this
Not crowded
Not busy
Peaceful
Sometimes I like the solitude
Just like this.

I walked the hallways
Whistling happily

Off To Wherever

If I can get there

Wherever there may be

I’d embrace the silence

I’d wrap the aloneness with my arms

I’d welcome solitude

No words need be spoken

Just stare down the city view

Pour my heart out

Let my lungs breathe

Let my chaotic heart be still

Be calm

Emotions of a Haunted Soul

I knock on wood and it knocks back, the eve of solitude has come to an end

Fear has marched away into the darkness

And what once was empty is now full

I can’t compliment all to fate, for it has sealed my sorrow so many times

Nor could I envy love

As its sweetness renders me motionless

I evaporate into the day, wilting ever so slowly

But I do not feel any bitterness

Alive and dead, at the same time

I rip open the sky and the sun shy’s away

Leaving rain and desolate coldness as it trickles down my spine

The marsh land turns into sea

While the soft singing wind whispers blindly

To hope and courage

Beating away cowardice and leaving

silence in its wake

Finally, when everything is said or have been expressed

it ends abruptly

 

Solitude

 

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep, and you weep alone.

For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of all your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad, and your friends are many;

Be sad, and you lose them all.

 There are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;

Fast, and the world goes by.

Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train,

 But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.      

– Ella Wheeler Wilcox

So, here’s the plan. Every Monday, I’ll post my favorite poems. This is so I can keep track of things and not just post favorites and originals at random. Since, it’s Monday….here’s one of my favorites. I love this poem. We performed this during a speech choir competition back when I was in fifth grade. We won the competition by the way. I’m just saying ^_^

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