Alone, all we can count on.
Alone, what we make happen.
Alone, a place to hide.
Alone, always all the time.
Alone, is there anyone else?
Is there?
Alone, the safe escape.
Alone, the ultimate destination.
Alone, all we have in the end.
Alone, is there anything else?
There’s only one person in the room.
Or is there?
Is there?
Miss Demure Restraint 
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April 23, 2009 at 2:43 am
valgoria
Every ones are alone
All the time alone?
Life is a lonely road
Alone I create
Alone I think
Alone I perceive
Alone I do
Alone I make love, I don’t know, sometimes
Alone I share, I need someone, I need relationship, I need sensitivity
Alone I love, I need someone, I need relationship, I need sensitivity
May 4, 2009 at 6:30 am
benjaminchew110478
a mantra, chant-like poem that beats to another drum…
interesting, you!
May 11, 2009 at 3:39 am
Charles
aw….. 😦 me thinks thou art no so alone as thee thinks thee is. although…. i know the feeling. m. forgotten – nobody knows when you’re alone. rather that i prefer solitude to that state of non- beingnes and yet pain is inspiring sometimes if you write it beautifully. poets like sylvia plath, percy blythe shelley. i aspire to write like that… the beautiful sadness.
how did i say this once…. poetry is the fearlessness of ones heart to express pain through beauty, where by others learn to live and love through a common sadness.
something like that… i knew i should have wrote that down.
should that have been a semi-colon?
*hugs*