SOLITUDE



A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone.
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.

SOLITUDE

MY STORY

All stories have an end.
This is mine.
I live behind this door.
No one visits.
As footsteps draw near,
I look out the peephole.
I never answer the bell.
I slink away into my dungeon
of lost hopes and dreams.
Neighbors stay away.
Family doesn’t...

(Source: melisica)

 

 

 

All stories have an end.

This is mine.

I live behind this door.

No one visits.

As footsteps draw near,

I look out the peephole.

I never answer the bell.

I slink away into my dungeon

of lost hopes and dreams.

Neighbors stay away.

My family doesn’t care.

Would you?

 

 

ALONE

 

Alone can be refreshing,

A walk in the cold snow.

Lonely can be depressing,

A silence that hits you low.

 

Can we distinguish between the two,

As we listen to our heart’s song?

Our time alone is so rare and few,

Refreshing until it feels wrong.

 

At this moment I feel alive,

Alone but not lonely in my own place.

My dark spirit yearns to survive,

As I raise my happy face.

AN ISLAND UNTO MYSELF

19400091_1446915195368425_4318436178361397871_n

Do you ever feel alone?

No one listens to you.

No one understands your problems.

Thoughts rumble through your brain

but you have no one to share them with.

I might as well be on a desert island

with only water around me for miles.

A desert island all to myself.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

books-and-more-books

 

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high.

DEEP HOLE

buron:

Syd’s Opal Daydream v (11)

©buron – May ‘14

Come into my darkness.

My deepest depths.

Where dreams and nightmares flourish.

And light is held at bay.

Come in and be lost.

Lost in my utter despair.

Where loneliness and horror

are the rules of the day.

THE DEAD GAME