Single People

I'm not confused anymore


I miss him sometimes 
Like when I can't sleep 
I used to count his breaths it would sooth me in a way 
His warm body laying near me
I miss that 

But I don't miss his mouth 
The way he thought he controlled every aspect in my life 
Gigi don't do this don't do that 
But I'll do what I want 
And don't say a word 
Yeah right 
We'd fight like cats and dogs about it
I don't miss that 

I don't miss his bad breath when he woke up 
Or his sideways stare when I'd talk to him and he would pretend like he was listening 
He never did 

I don't miss answering to him 
Or washing his clothes 
Cooking that steak I didn't even eat 

His sex was good 
But I don't miss it 

Awe the freedom I have now Is in my own control 
I dress, walk , talk, act , dance, flirt, drink, smoke, and live 
How ever I want "me" I live for me now
No more toilet seat left up 
No more taking my controller 

I guess I just miss the warm body in my bed
If I let my dog sleep with me problem solved 
I'll count her breaths 
Wake up to her bad breath 
And it's like the same exact thing 
Except my dog don't talk 
She listens 
And she's not picky about food 

Yea I'm done missing him 
I'm done living for another 
I'm happy living for just me 
I think I'll stay single forever 
It's the best feeling truly it is..




I'm going to write another in a more poetic way.

kriticool said:.
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[quote-82089-Gg78]I'm doing this one soon..

i think miki's drop was a wrap. right from the door and i don't think anyone on the site could even come close to what she dropped on this topic. but, what do i know? I don't even really consider myself a poet.
but with that said; i would be interested on reading "your take" on the topic and perhaps a few others..

go for it...eyes can't wait

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Oh really you would? I wonder why?

Living Solo – My Consideration


The pleasure I have discovered living in true isolation
A sanctuary of respite and space, after enforced evasion
My haven of solitude untraceable, with new identification
Living alone has provided room for quiet contemplation
Scribbling my scratchings, needing no justification.
I can be me, my own author, selecting which publication
my writing will be appreciated most, without your authorization,
your constant disregard, your control of my dissemination

I know the wall paper's pealing, desperate for redecoration
The house needs rewiring to provide improved illumination
But it will be a home of my own, my imprinted personalization
Sitting in a hammock reading Beowulf in Norse, no translation,
enjoying the challenge it offers, pen just a blur, noting quotation
Time spent in my garden trimming roses, ensuring rejuvenation
Walking through woods, a bench specially placed for meditation
Helpful neighbours close enough, far enough to feel separation

Freed from the suffocating hands of relationship stagnation
permeating from the conjecture of your unproven allegation
My thoughts freely written, not locked in feared retaliation
Rediscovering the dreams and rainbows within my imagination
My spirit has returned now, inspiring diverse exploration
of repressed thoughts and emotions, inner depth evaluation
Thoughtful prose flows once again, aided by smoke inhalation
Producing works peacefully, not qualifying their creation

I rise with each new dawn, joy filled with anticipation
Verbs, nouns, syllables bursting forth in various permutation
Yes, I am still unable to function without strong medication
It's such a small price to pay for this wonderful habitation
My own music blasting out after a life-times deprivation
Watching my programme choice, filled with substantiation
documentaries, the news thought provoking deliberation
gone the watching of porn, horror and vile cannibalisation

Pain filled fights, no longer instigated by your provocation
Burns and bruises healing now with no more interrogation
Being spat at and pissed on, your desire for degradation
You broke my spirit, alongside my fingers, on that dark occasion
when you read my friends letter requesting creative cooperation
You kicked me down, then stabbed me causing deep laceration
Remaining silently statuesque avoiding derisory humiliation
Begging with you, childlike pleading, in terrified desperation

Singular living has been a Godsend, an eye opening revelation
Escaping the clutches of soul destroying urbanization
Finding a loving relationship, able again to enjoy flirtation
But I wont allow anyone to encroach, no joint cohabitation
I have remained solo for one year now, cause for celebration
Playing with conjugated verbs, improving my poor punctuation
I am actually thankful for my years wasted enduring privation
All the sweeter now to finally discover natures diversification

For some reason when I think of being single I think of late night TV dinners XD I shall be back with an actual poem!!!

Single

Feeling free like a bird being released from a cage.
No more chains.
No more handcuffs.
Yes,
I do miss you.
But I'm so much better without you.
I'm not in a collar that's connected to that leash.
Thank God I've escaped from that prison.

I see my friends holding hands with their love ones.
Yes
I feel that pain that comes with being alone.
Yes
I'm sad because I'm single
but
you are not here anymore to hold me down.
Yes
it is annoying when I see others with others,
jealousy replacing my blood,
thoughts of revenge in my head
but
I'm better off without.

No more chains.
No more handcuffs.
No more sitting behind bars in this "relationship",
trying to make a plan.
No more tears
or
I love you's.
No more taking hands
or
my heart,
even if I have one anymore.
No more trouble
and
fights with the one you think you truly love
and
finding out you're not that Cinderella.
Thank God I'm single.

And I'm planning keeping it this way.

I used to live my life for you,
I did everything that you wanted me to,
I cooked, I cleaned, I sexed you real good,
And did all the things a good woman should.

But when I think of all the time I spent,
12 years, no ring, no commitment,
Beyonce got it right when she sang that hit,
If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it.

Cuz now I’m packing my things and leaving you behind,
And to tell the truth it’s an ease on my mind,
No washing no cleaning, got more time for me,
I almost forgot how good being single could be.

You say I’ll never be happy on my own,
But everything you did I can do better alone.
There is nothing you did for me that I cannot do,
Not even sex cuz I can do that alone too.
AND MUCH BETTER THAN YOU!!

Thank you fredwzz, Danii, Imago, Gigi, Waggy, darkangel and ttgirl for your entries

I don't mind a little bit of chatter, but if any arguments from other threads carry over into here, anyone that has entered a poem will be automatically disqualified. Have a problem with someone? Take it elsewhere. Thank you.

Thanks for your entry Grace

I write to remember
being in love

When attached
I long to be alone
to write

I know the feeling.

thank you Light Baron for your entry :)

Being single...

A lifetime of being alone
Ups and downs people tell me
     Mostly downs and someone says I'm not missing out
What do you know about being single forever
     Never having someone to love
     Never having someone to fuck or to touch sexual
You can't have a relationship by yourself
     It takes two to tango
I've been tangoing myself for way too long
     It's the way too long part that gets me
I want someone and being alone for way too long
     Only makes you do crazy things
Being single...
     Don't be stuck in that zone for too long.

thanks for your entry sxemtbld