Tags : loneliness

I'm fine

I'm fine

A Poem by Areej


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Being Human: Curse or Blessing?

Being Human: Curse or Blessing?

A Story by Areej


Just some thoughts
Fear

Fear

A Poem by JoséNEO


My fear, drove my love away.
Fingers on my Mobile

Fingers on my Mobile

A Poem by Navaneel


A moment of insight amidst my endless obsession with the mobile
The Lonely Bones

The Lonely Bones

A Poem by Lucas Ings


You were less sound, more fury...Less sound, more music.In a world with a thin line between restlessness and recklessness,we found refuse in blanketfo..
The Caliginous Sea

The Caliginous Sea

A Poem by Malvika


Alone in the dark
My existence!

My existence!

A Poem by Lav


If I am lonely-who will suffer? My heart and mind.If I am sad- who will suffer? My soul.If I am distress- what will happen? I am weak.So what will I d..
Loneliness

Loneliness

A Poem by Ahmed Namisa Alam


The unbearable feeling of loneliness...
Starless night

Starless night

A Story by Kat


Elise had never felt quite as lonely as she had on that night. The darkness surrounded her, with only the light of a small diner to fill the street. B..
i sit in a dark room

i sit in a dark room

A Poem by Alyson Rodgers


when reading my poems read them as a whole then read the bold for a hint of what i am saying
My Frenemy: Lonely

My Frenemy: Lonely

A Poem by Ghost,Pastel


Since I moved to a new city, Lonely has become a big part of my life. It was all I felt, the reason I did anything was driven by how Lonely I felt. So..
Again and Again

Again and Again

A Poem by Ebb and Flow


Life has proven to me again and again that no matter how hard you try, your best is never going to be good enough. You can love someone so f..
SPECTRUM

SPECTRUM

A Poem by Alicia Norman


Feelings and the things we associate with them.
The fog

The fog

A Poem by E.A. Standifer


When you can feel the fog trying to creep in... Can feel its cold, grey fingers clawing, trying to grab hold of any little thing that it can. Any doub..
Odd Ones

Odd Ones

A Poem by Naval Tharun


Crowds surround mefriends, foes, societyThey believe am like themThey miss me, hate me, fear meSometimes I am themMostly am me, an abyss yearning to b..
Chris in Viet

Chris in Viet

A Story by Quisby


A short based in the 1970s, focusing on an independent woman unaffected by the world around her. Little mentions to Second Wave Feminism in the 60s-70..