I am vibrant valiant
also solivagant
Walking always all alone
Enthusiastic care free grown !
Comfortable in each zone
Life runs in challenging tone.
A loner drifts and struggles
A loner shifts and giggles
... flip and hop
... slip and drop
A loner never detaches from good people
A loner appreciates those who stay firm
and never turn purple.
A loner smiles and keeps his/her head down
A loner defies wickedness and never bow down
A loner, I may be, in an open world --
a small one and untenable from scrofulus strands
albeit all of me may change the torn world...
and being full and winnable in God's mighty hands!
A loner...
If sadness had a face
A real face with lips and a tongue,
I would have had my first kiss.
Now life's gone living in a delusion that
After my demise someone would miss.
Ha!
In the end I'm just another loser,
No one worth remembering.
And what's the difference in remembrance?
What do you wanna be in the memories,
Be a good boy or a bad boy?
A crowd or just a special person,
What do you wanna see?
You can't have both
You can't be both
You can't be actually happy because
The largest crowd gathers around the loner;
And here I'm, the most pathetic one.
In the quiet corners of his own mind,
he walks alone,
a poet whose pen drips with moonlight.
He counts the hours by the hum of his thoughts,
each one a lantern swinging in the wind.
A thinker —
he weighs the weight of names,
dreams of the laughter not yet born,
imagines a tiny hand curling around his own.
In solitude,
he builds worlds of words,
hoping one day a child will wander in,
pick a flower from his sentences,
and plant it in their own heart.
The waiting is a long horizon,
but he watches,
because even a lone soul
knows the fire is not for himself alone.
Today, 2025.3.09@08:46:00
Here I am again at Geelong.
Not only I am alone, but also unhappy.
My trip over the long weekends had been altered and changed,
Not by the weather nor a new plan,
Simply by some body who has no sense of responsibilities.
I shall not loose any of my time and energy,
On a person like this.
He gave me a book,
In which he described himself as a loner.
And disclosed so many of his unacceptable behaviours,
But not a word of his selfishness nor breaking promises characters.
By now, I am happy and relief,
Visiting one of my favourite beaches.
The Geelong icon, "Manningham" pier,
The newly built hook shaped Yarra Street pier,
In less than 90 minutes,
I shall be on my way to Apollo Bay.
I do not know if I am going to have big waves,
Which knocked me to the ground and hurt my knees,
I do not mind at all, because
I was not promised by the nature,
I will embrace what so ever,
Big or small, rough or gentle,
Not like some people,
Give you high hope and drop you like hot potato.
I knew I was a loner, but I will never be a loser.
2025.3.08
Happy birthday to you all.
To everyone who was born on this day.
To International women day.
It is a wonderful day to celebrate.
Privately or publicly.
You shall have at least a present if not two.
No matter where you are at this moment,
You deserve to enjoy the celebration.
As you are one year older
You should be a bit wiser.
Did you know that,
Wisdom grows every 7 years.
I wish you could see your love one,
To wish you Happy birthday in person.
And giving you some birthday presents.
Best wishes. Happy everyday and always.
You can struggle In your dealings on earth
You may achieve all and end up a loner
Whom presumes life’s success and timing as a coin.
Through your shadows; find light
In your peril seek peace
In your loneliness seek companion
If you find one, tell the tale,
Write the song and sing your praise everyday.
If you find no place to call home
Live in harmony with yourself
And when it is time to leave
Bid a farewell and transit in peace.
He's a certified loner
Very Independent
Always doing everything
Without anyone support
Without confiding in any
Due to betrayals in the past
Always focusing on personal interests.
A self consultant
Always talking to self
Many label him crazy while bullying
From their own awareness
They're not aware of his pains and shames
He's always consulting himself
No longer trust people with his weaknesses.
Always staying in his lane
Without any complain
Already use to the pains
Confidentially walking around
With scars from trauma and betrayals
He rides in solitude, a deep thinker very empathetic.
A BIT OF A LONER
I’ve always kept myself to myself,
Folk find me a bit of a bore.
I had just three friends on Facebook,
Though I would have liked a few more.
But then I won the lottery
And now I’ve a hundred and four.
In a world that rushes,
we step back,
disengaging from the flow
to observe, to reflect,
often choosing not to engage,
but to understand.
We, the outsiders,
interestingly disinterested,
bring a different lens,
a quiet strength,
contributing in ways unseen,
yet profoundly felt.
For the world needs us,
those who walk alone,
to bridge the gaps,
to offer new perspectives,
to remind the world
of the beauty in stepping back.
In an instance I am gone
It is replayed on a loop
Mostly for family
Sometimes for friends
Definitely for exes
It is not always personal
It's random
But sometimes it feels urgent
To avoid pain
Even though pain is inevitable
It is something I can't outrun
But I still feel liberated
Absent from atonement
I only fear for the future
That I will be standing alone
Perhaps standing alone is for
my sanity
Some may disavow
Still I love
And still I disappear
With unwavering loyalty
I hope you take me with openness
I hope your memories nurses
Because in an instance I am gone
I never choke whenever I toke.
I smoke even when I am broke.
I smoke until my eyes bleed
And a friend I do not need
For if there was a stud
Who'd think he was a bud
Was it rather smoking weed
Track: Wiz Khalifa - Reefer Party :p
I am not a loner as they claim,
But I have been bent
To fit the shape of pain.
I have been dressed up
To suit the occasion of depression.
I have been tamed,
To live like an introvert,or a loner.
I am really not a loner
But I am adopting the style
Of living like one.
Like I existed in the world all by myself.
This is the nourishment
That betrayal has brought me.
It is the life I have bought
With my commitment and kindness.
But I am really not a loner.
No one knows what’s inside my head
Looking straight and blank faced he said
For I don’t show myself to you
There’s just enough to function through
For I am me and that is enough
To ride it through without the guff
So remember I am built this way
And it’s how it will forever stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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