Challenge #11: The Home Alone Edition

Fluffy

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The Home Alone Edition

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"All my friends were eaten?"

Now he's the last of his kind. How lonely.

...​

Yeah, forgive the lame title. I'm suffering from severe allergies and the drowsy side effects of Benadryl. Anyway, onto this week's topic: being alone. I was thinking to myself about how being alone is different for everyone. Some people love it, some hate it, some fear it... Or if you're like me, it drives you crazy. So my challenge to you, is to make a poem describing your feelings on solitude. If you feel more than one way about it, write separate poems, or just pick one, or involve them all in the same poem somehow. Just to name a few suggestions if you want to get extra creative with it. :)

This time around, I won't choose a structure for you to use. Freestyle this one, yo.
 
Hallucinatory

The surrounding peacefulness
is a cloak for what's unseen

In a world so calm and still,
the slightest susurration
truly can be alarming

One mustn't let their guard down
when they're trapped in solitude
Phantoms spiral above us,
using their sorcerous ways
to unnerve us; toy with us

Reality will slowly
slip away from our fingers
while we wonder who's watching

We're all alone; or are we?
Can you fathom a hunter
that attacks from the stillness?
Invisible to all eyes,
just watching, waiting, plotting...

Escape into the soulful
chanting of acclaimed artists,
to mute eerie lullabies
that will drive listeners mad

Then, we can be paranoid
in a realm that's much safer
 
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Solidarity in Solitude

Are all anonymous
Faces feeling
Alone and abandoned?
Or are they
Free from fake
Altruism and angst
of frivolous friendships?

People probably
couldn't care,
Or rather,
Be bothered by
these thoughts.

We're using our
Heavy headphones,
Palm pilots, and phones
To turn them
Away.

We're walking with
Each and every
Member of this
Wondrous world we
Created with distractions.
The solidarity in solitude
Keeps us together, alone.
 
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Sometimes,
It's a relief,
To stay still,
And to breathe.

Sometimes,
It's torture,
To stay silent,
And to drown.

Solitude,
Is quiet,
Is loud,
Is a contradiction.

And in it,
A creature,
Of contradictions.
I thrive, and then die.
 
Stillness and stagnation,
pacing and frustration,
down one hall and into the next,
checking my phone for another text.

But no one's up at 4 AM
to take my frantic calls again,
as the itch behind my eyes
kicks up a notch to terrorize.

The apartment is empty, the sink is clean,
my dishes stacked, calm, serene,
the paints' put up, the clay is cold,
and sleep drags me into the fold.

But night terrors linger at the back of my mind,
and I know that slumber will not be kind.
Everything I do is a mere distraction,
a frenetic tic, an overreaction.

For there's no one here, and it's just my jumping brain,
saying over and over, "it'll find you again."
The nested dreams are so difficult to break,
without someone to come and shake me awake.
 
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I rarely ever have a moment alone
So the quiet is calming and welcome
I usually read that book I've been neglecting
Until the grandkids return home

There was a time I loathed the quiet
It screamed so loud I had to banish it
With whatever noise, music, TV or Computer
Until fatigue forced me to quit

So I've come to terms with my life
The ebb and flow of my ever changing predicament
And I find that whether I be surrounded by chaos
Or bathed in silence, in either I can find contentment