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What Are You Going To Do?

By Coach Phatty, published on Dec 7, 2013

A week or so ago, I read a short story on Face Book that served as a great reminder why we should take some time each day to help other people. Even though I don’t know who authored the following tale, I thought that it would be a good thing to share with everyone.

After my morning classes at SFU, I spotted a man sitting outside all alone, shivering, pale and with a look of sadness in his eyes.

I asked him how he was doing, he responded, “Cold and alone. I miss my wife.” I walked away not knowing what to say or do. About a block later I found myself walking into a Starbucks... (more)

Tags: loneliness, relationships, lonely, compassion, sadness, helping others

Empty - Prose

By JennyT, published on Sep 8, 2013

...and silent, meals for one with simply why, as she reaches for the cupboard door as she did the day before

views once shared by two hands held her arms now crossed she sees the morning rise the quiet moon, with only her eyes

no one to share

do her children know the loneliness she faces in the minutes, hours, the days ahead with wrinkled trembling hand she reaches

for the phone upon the wall

and stops ~ with a piercing felt within they have their lives to live

clutching his jumper to her breast breathes the smell of him; slowly with care... (more)

Tags: writing, loneliness, death, prose, emptiness, elderly, josh groban

Sadness

By wolfmomma, published on Jun 21, 2012

Tears fall, sliding down the cheek like small torrents of rain. Sadness, deep and wrenching...taking hold of the soul and holding it captive.Loneliness, profound and all encompassing...surrounding the life force in totality.Fear, looming behind the insecurity and pain...it haunts me.

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Tags: poetry, loneliness, death, tears, daughters, mothers, sad, sadness, mom, mortality, short poems, grieving

She is asking for moon

By Uttam Gill, published on Jan 18, 2012

The palpable reason awakens her to know that her solitude in solitary confinement will not fetch her desired happiness. She looks at the people rejoicing and while awakening to the fact, she still refuses to enliven the life and embraces the forlorn desire within her fold. She insulates herself. She pretends with smile. Every day she pretends. She coolly walks into the celebration of others; holding beneath the smile, the dormant sediments of life, which are simmering. She too wishes to hold somebody’s hand but she never. She knows that, she is keenly watched and she refuses to yield to the... (more)

Tags: loneliness, dreams, life, hope

Post-Christmas loneliness

By Cielo, published on Dec 30, 2011

...treasuring within my heart this yearning—this mystical longing as I see my children and the children of my children setting out on their journey back home.

This is the season of contrasts and thanksgiving, family times and gatherings, but also it is the season of parting and of deep loneliness for many people. It doesn’t matter how hard you hold onto the air you breathe, there is always an end to everything. And thus, I am back to the accustomed ways and my naked trees, gloomy days of the Old December and cold north winds. Can I choose barren simple beauty in a time of... (more)

Tags: christmas, family, loneliness, seasons, garde, gathering

The Work Week

By Notumbus Bumbus, published on Nov 22, 2011

...he dashes across town

And grabs greed by the neck,

Spins it around like some kind of demon windmill,

And sends it where no suns ever shone,

No dreams ever wandered,

No birds ever flew.

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He looks around, listens for the sound of loneliness,

Finds it hiding in a holly tree,

Then, sweet as you please, takes it out to dinner,

And makes it change it’s tune, justlikethat!

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And he still had enough time

To chase despair

Back into its hole.

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And that... (more)

Tags: loneliness, despair, #creative, fried clams

Alone

By Felicia Stevenson, published on Nov 9, 2011

I'm surrounded by silenceAs I sit alone in the night

The children sleep asThe keyboard clicks.

There's a lump building in my throatAnd butterflies in my abdomen

My hands shake, my heart fluttersMy mind runs scared

Blood courses through my veinsStill, the silence maintains

Is there anyone out there?

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Tags: poetry, depression, loneliness, anxiety

Thinking of You!

By Frank - icare2be, published on Nov 17, 2010

I am thinking of you!

I think of you each month. No, more than that.

I think of you each week. No, No, more than that.

I think of you each day.No, No, more than that.

I think of you each morning As I wake,

And as I lay my head on the pillow. No, No, more than that.

I think of you with each breath I take.Now that is getting closer.

I think of you with each thought I have. Now that is exaggerating.

But I am definitely thinking of you!

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Tags: humor, loneliness, love, life, journal, poems, thoughts, musings, ramblings, prose, reminiscing, missing you

Consuming Darkness

By Amanda J Evans, published on Oct 19, 2010

As the darkness closes around I know that I am once again alone. Alone but not frightened, how can I be frightened of something that has now become a part of me. A part I will always feel and so the loneliness becomes bearable. A bearable part of life that I do not wish to feel but yet, I am powerless to resist. I have felt this feeling of loneliness for so long now that it is hard to remember a time when it didn’t exist. Try as I might this lonely girl is always there, always crying, and always looking for that something that she can never have.

I am walking slower now my vision... (more)

Tags: loneliness, short story, darkness

Lite Love

By ranfuchs, published on Apr 29, 2010

It’s not the cheap beauty that sells magazines, but whenever she floats by, leaving a scent that awakes long forgotten legends, no man can resist turning his head for a second look of admiration. If you are amongst the lucky with whom she exchanged a few words, it’s not unusual that you will not remember her words, but only your own yearning to see her eyes smile at you, for a flash of fantasy that always fades into a short sigh of realization that she is beyond your reach. Yet, nearly every night you’ll find her in the little corner pub on her own. Only when she drinks can she care to hear... (more)

Tags: loneliness

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