Tag Archive | loneliness

81. Going far away from here

I could be a bird
Yes, me.

I could fly away
Just free.

Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.

Fly far away
Being me.


Standing at this juncture
Let the past die.

Ask no questions
Needn’t know why.

I’ll forget the hurt
Leave it all behind.

And if I do fall
I’d get up and try.


I could be a bird
Yes, me.

I could fly away
Just free.

Fly over lands
Deep blue sea.

Fly far away
Being me.

©Brindology 2017

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Daily prompt: Crossing

62. Empty table for 6

For what defines a family if the family bleeds with cracks unseen?
By those who know not the deeper sense of belonging,
Oh what does it mean?

What does it mean to belong to no one
even though we are more than one?
What will it take for you to see what you’ve done to me?

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016
Original image by Joanne Garnell

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61. Bird

i am a bird
trapped in my cage
my wings clipped
my feathers torn off

i look out
past the rusty bars
and see a world
that doesn’t remember me

my face has grown old
my features are no longer the same
my voice is weak
my spirit has flown on from here

i am a mere afterthought
something that sits in the corner
something you once loved
but no longer need

this cage never opens
this is my only home
darkness runs rings around my eyes
there are no more tears to shed

©Brindology 2016

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27. Buses

Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!

I sit at the window
Looking out,
At cars, bikes and buses
Just bustling about.

Where are they going?
Too busy they seem
To notice my eyes
Staring out of my dreams

Can’t wait for my journey
To happen today
I have my fare ready
And I’m on my way!

Buses oh buses!
Those things on wheels.
Riding in them
Gives me quite a thrill!

©Brindology 2004

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19. Wisps of smoke

At first glance, you appear perfect.
Raindrops of innocence mark your presence.

I take a second look at you and I have to shut my eyes
for more than a second;
I cannot bear to see all that is in front of me.

“Silence,” you whisper,
shattering the silence between us.

My eyes grow accustomed to the darkness within,
I keep them shut.
Nothing can compel me to look upon your countenance once more.

“Forevermore,” you say,
dragging my heart into the dust.

At first glance,
you had appeared perfect.
How did it all change?

I hear footsteps behind me.
And the breath of someone tired.
The moist air engulfs my nostrils,
reminding me that I hurt only myself.
I refuse to look at you
but I know you’re still there.

I hear the words fall off these pages,
I see the clouds move in the sky,
I know we’re not meant to be,
But I don’t need to know why.
The whispers surround me quickly,
The dense scents drift by,
The memories don’t stay by me,
My throat swallows my cry.

The unspoken passages of time wind themselves slowly around my sighs,
The remnants of so long ago tell me to not even try.

I hear the mask fall off your face
and shatter while we die,
I know we’re not meant to be
and I don’t need to now why.
Is this the end as I know it?
When did the beginning even start?
I refuse to look at you,
and my eyes must remain shut.

©Brindology 2014

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8. 2004 Revisited

This madness crawls inside my head,
this ugliness leaves my words unsaid,
this emptiness makes me cling in dread
to the shadows of the living dead.
It has left me bereft
and afraid
to move,
to speak,
to stand up and be seen,
to rise above myself and walk,
to happily live my dream.

Would I be happier if words were silent?
Would I be saner if hurt had no voice?
Would the world be silent if I made no sound?
Would the world be voiceless if I made the choice to sacrifice my art,
to stop my words from spilling out of my barren soul onto this guiltless paper?

©Brindology 2016

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