solitary Options

[DrNick311]

Poetry's actually fun for me now, so here's another.

"Solitary"

Paper burning black,
Embers glowing with letters and words.
“I Love You” is obsolete,
Turning to ashes in the flames.
Paranoia takes its toll
In my empty apartment
Listening to nonexistent sounds from the desolate streets
And viewing false images of you.
Calm and collection winding down
As I shed a single tear
Warm as it streams down my cheek.
A picture of you flies into the fire
Your brown eyes and long black hair burning into nothing
Your face consumed,
Becoming one with the red and orange.
It is getting late
As I finally walk to my bedroom
Orange light streams through half-opened blinds
Illuminating my savior.
A bed built for two
Now occupied by one.
So this is what it feels like
To be alone.

[rainnydaiis]

hmmm very interesting.. i like what you did with it =P

[*Azarel*]

I adore the last four lines--it definitely gives the piece the despair that I think you were aiming for.

I don't understand what "paranoia" in the apartment your piece would be referring to. Overall, I like this, although I don't know why a few lines irked me (lines 6 and 16).

I wish you would post more of your stuff, Joe.