Stories tagged “lonely”
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The Final Decision
He looks at the metal monster sitting on the table in front of him. He doesn’t want to touch it or even go near it lest he do something stupid. Taking a deep, trembling breath, he continues to stare at it. It sneers at him, daring him to do it. T...
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She Looks Like You {Poem}
Something about the way she sits, sending warnings to all around. They leave her alone; except for a few men, either brave or stupid enough to try getting within her fortress walls. She holds her umbrella, point down, like a sword, ready at any second ...
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Te echo de menos
We haven’t talked in forever and a day… Okay, I exaggerate, But time’s relative, is it not? Life gets busy, I know; That’s how it’s been On my end, And I imagine how it’s been on yours. I’m capable of entertai...
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Worrisome Girl
I wasn’t as scared as I thought I’d be when Nathaniel pulled me into him. I pushed my mouth closer to his, desperate for the contact with another human being. I pulled away, breathing hard, when his stop came up. I stood up with him and tri...
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Recognizable Face (avatar)
Yeah, that’s me. I was having a good hair day. I took several pictures until I got the angle, the smile, and the lighting just right. It’s how I want to be seen. ______________________________________________________________________ I had b...
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Rack Shambles
Standing out like a lone figure on a boundless and barren chessboard, a single wooden shack sat in the painful quiet. It stood half again the height of any soul and fifteen feet square at the base. A solemn door gave meager definition to the dusty brow...
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Cyrano
I am the shadow of what could be. Never truly living up to the full potential Dabble in all but finish none, I am what should have been This and that always there but never present A frustration borne of a need to succeed but seldom doing as such Philo...
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I Kissed Jenny
I kissed Jenny and the lights went out. I’m not sure whose fault it was or why exactly it happened because, to be honest, it wasn’t a very good kiss. But she appreciated it, at least. Jenny smelled like lemons and formaldehyde, probably bec...
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The Moon and Me
“You’re clearly an idiot,” he said, eyebrow raised in a perfect arch over his too-bright silver eye. “Obviously, I’m the moon.” “I thought the moon was a woman,” I said, with what I’ll admit was a p...
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As For Love...
It hurts It saves It separates and brings together Holds people by an invisible tether But keep yours away from me Just go away and let me be Love loves to hate me It shows up and fades away How can I stand to live this way? Just go and leave me alone...
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The Rose of Tears
The Rose of Tears Is coming for you Can’t you hear the dripping sound? The Rose of Tears Its coming for you It bids you turn around The petals are colored with depression The stem is thorned regret The leaves are beckoning to you A dark and dead...
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The Dating Scene
Tonight, since I’m not working, I wear a midnight blue cloak, and head off to the nightclub. I find a spare seat at the bar, and order a scotch on the rocks. Soon a pretty woman with long black locks sits beside me. “Can I buy you a drink?&...
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Now a Stranger
On a whim she decided to cut through the old neighborhood on her way home. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but as she approached she felt put off by the old familiarity she once had but seemed to be lacking lately. She pulled her hat down furth...
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Loving, Lonely Eyes
Those frosted emerald eyes Entrance them all Fill them with laughter When they’re bored Or smiles When they’re sad. No one could hurt These eyes for No one would want to For these eyes are filled With love for all. But these eyes Made of em...
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A Living Death
Huddled in perpetual fetal position, she gazed listlessly out at her pitch-black surroundings. Somewhere deep within the lonely recesses of her tired mind, a memory stirred, reminding her of who, where, why she was. Blind and deaf, she could only feel....
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Two Lonely People
The office was full of pictures of a short, bald man standing next to his victims- mostly dead deer. I had passed other rooms on my way to this one, and their walls were covered with pictures of family and smiling patients. I know everyone in Hollywood...
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Rust Red
The bicycle lay on its side, rust showing through red. It had seen rough usage in its lifetime, but nothing like this. From the mud caked on the fender to the tires bare of any tread in the middle, none of it spoke the real story. Laying on its side, t...
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A Lullaby
Baby while you’re asleep, I lay alone and think of you. I hope you’re dreaming of me, Of all the things we will be. Real soon your hand will be in mine. Until then If you ever wake up feeling lonely, Know that just because of the distance Doesn’t...
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That Dude
I’m that dude Who lives lonely Until you need a spider shooed… That’s when you phone me. Sorry if I’m rude. I’ll continue to Protect and respect you That’s how I show my gratitude.
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I'll Stand Behind My Curtain
Dad says if you stand perfectly still, no one will notice you. Dad was wrong. I’ve been fidgety my whole life. I wring my hands, I trip over my own feet. I stumble and crash into people, and then I mutter quiet apologies. But still, no one sees m...
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Outcast
Outcast noun: a person who is rejected (from society or home) adjective: excluded from a society _____________________________________________________________________________________ The air is so hostile, almost like it’s hanging over a battlef...
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Words.
I need you weak. I need you vulnerable. If I could make you fall in love with only my words I’d write forever. Let each word drip from your lips. If my words have no effect and do not bring even a small flutter to your stomach, I’ll keep you only i...
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Make Your Choice.
I was freezing in that fridge. I was untouched. I am thankful you got me. What? You are crying. What is wrong? Here, take a drink of me. I promise I will ease this pain of yours. That’s it. No! Don’t break me! Oh goodness, I thought you wer...
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The Apprentice
Standing in a black dress, her body so tight he had to touch her beautiful skin, as he pulled her near, he could hear her heartbeat. It’s been years since he felt warmth of another body. She was so young, it was so wrong. Just then she told him s...
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Two Hands, One Round Face
Time passes oh so slowly. Time passes without consent. I have tried to turn back the hour hand, the minute hand, and will the second hand to stop its annoying tick and tock. But if it stops I will stay stuck in this time, wondering when you will grac...