Short Solitarily Poems

At the cost of my very own happiness
I was kept safe from the darkness.
But the way I was solitarily raised
Only deepened how I felt grazed....

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Writing in the dark.
Thinking as I fall asleep,
Imagining how it could all be.

Writing in the daylight.
Contemplating my identity.
Picturing all of whom is me.

Writing in these empty diaries.
Feeling my emotionality.
Reflecting how it all is for me.

Writing in these pages.
Wondering about things too many....

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I will never have
 -money, thick and green.
I will never know the looks,
dirty with envy and greed. 
I will not walk empty, cold as stone- irreverent.

I will pain in thought,
cry solitarily.
I will live in love,
love in life- forever more.
My heart agape,
my mistakes iron heavy.

I will live life 
the only way I know how.
After missing chances, 
Regretting times
I will learn to rise, sky scraping high,
With pride....

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Tired dreams weigh on fairy wings,
the pixie dust needs a recharge;
Sparkles stir and mix solitarily 
a spell woven with imagination;

The pixie dust needs a recharge,
magic gains strength in times of calm;
No longer weary the power grows;

Sparkles stir and mix solitarily 
letting everything heavy go; 
She floats as she flies on pointe;

A spell woven with imagination 
her head in her hands a feather;
Simply said ‘There is no impossible.’...

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Baby blue skies extending forever
through verdant valleys 
and hugging mountainsides 

Eagles glide gracefully
on a butterscotch breeze
captivating lost feelings in me

Oh to soar   so solitarily
away from pain strapping me
in to a dreamless scene
where windows are tinted and freedom's only hinted

A glazed gaze away from the day
into a peaceful sun
the futures begun

On top the evergreen it twirls
swaying in the silence 
one drop at a time...

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Music's loudly playing.
Beneath moon dancing.
Tune so entrancing.

Mind's solitarily thinking.
Beneath stars standing.
Afar from rejoicing.

Time's gradually ticking.
Beneath nightskies sitting.
Cries begin echoing.

Heart's silently aching.
Beneath clouds sleeping.
Loud inner feelings.

Dream's gently consuming.
Beneath blanket experiencing.
Transit of fantasizing.

She's unwillingly awakening.
Beneath all wishing.
Fallen into realizing....

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I want to live solitarily 
High above the scenery 
And so I did for quite some time
Until one day they began to climb
And finally reached the top of me

That was Nineteen Fifty-Three
When messrs Norgay and Hillary
Committed their grave crime
And gazed upon my face

But I will have my revenge on thee
So that you will leave me be
I'll cut down hundreds in their prime
You will know the final word is mine 
And all of you will see
That you must learn your place...

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PRISONER: IN THE (W)HOLE

In mystic maze of dungeon, life etches pain
     deep in the womb of mind.
Light taunts the darkness; vision sneaks in and
     sanity lurks in closing twilight of fear. 

Death laughs at cringing realities
     suicide refuses to notice: a thought
Conceived in contradictions of this God
     forsaken (w)hole.

The blackness is and I am 
     solitarily confined; sacrificed
To the blind goddess: Justice 

Echoing freedom in mystic maze
     of dungeon....

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